Grunt

There is that, getting that inside ring tickled can be good if you are ready for it. GRRRRRRR

Thickness long or short. That's my fav

I stuck with guys my age for the most part. The legality of it never crossed our minds.

Nice convo

There are ways at getting back to a semblance of foreskin. It sounds like snake oil but some of the products out there that can help stretch the skin over time if you wear them every day actually work to some degree if you have the patience.

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic story based on some real circumstances, but embelished with a touch of fantasy. Continued from Skinhead Construction 1 He just squinted at me and rubbed his thick bushy goatee for a second. Then he shook his head back and forth and gave me a stern look of suspicion. “See you around.”, he said with a slight smirk. He then turned and walked out of the room and down the stairs. I just stood there in a moment of nervous stoned stupor as I heard him get in his truck and drive away. What the fuck was that? I wasn’t sure if he was going to beat the fuck out of me or whip out his cock. Whatever. I decided that was close enough and headed for home to get some grub. I skipped the construction site for the rest of the week after, not sure whether it was cool to be seen there again just so soon. But I was craving the rush enough that on Friday I got up the nerve to make my cruise through the site. The place was vacated almost completely with the exception of a few contractor’s vehicles here and there, a few laborers picking up scraps and throwing them into bins. No sign of the biker skinhead dude. So I did my routine and began looking around for something to score. I found myself in the same house I had been in earlier in the week. By now the drywall had been hung and the floor was covered with white gypsum dust and nails. There were the normal fast floor wrappers and soda cans scattered around the floor and then I saw what I came for. A dirty red T-shirt hung from a knee wall at the top of the stairs. Jackpot. I made my way up and grabbed the shirt, pressing up to my nose like the pig I am. It was still a bit moist and smelled well rank with five star BO. It had not been long since some stud peeled it off in the heat and left it behind. I got hard the moment the musky odors coursed through my sinuses. I almost slipped my hands into my pants right there in the open before I thought better of it. I looked around for more, inspecting the house to make sure nobody was still there. As I made my way into the master walk-in closet I could not believe my eyes. There was a pair of white underwear laying on the floor next to a couple boxes of nails. I looked around as my heart raced and grabbed them up. The pair of Hanes briefs were well yellowed and moist in front and had a good set of tracks going. Who would have left underwear here at a construction site? I thought . I looked around again nervously before I put them up to my face and took a deep whiff. It was like inhaling opium. My cock sprang to full attention in my pants as I inhaled as deeply as I could. It was as ripe as they had just come off some sweaty cock. Damn. I sucked them into my mouth and began kneading them with my tongue, sucking out the sweat and piss left behind by some stud. As my cock danced in the stars, bulging in my jeans I heard him say, “I knew what you were up to!”. I could have fell apart into pieces all over the floor like broken glass. My heart sank to my feet as the man I had met earlier this week said, “You’re a kinky queer fuck aint ya!” I turned around to see the skin headed construction dude walking toward me with a big shit eating grin on his face. He grabbed the underwear and the shirt from my hands and tossed them to the floor. He was bare chested and gleaming with sweat. All I saw was tattoos as his muscle bound torso lunged toward me. He got up into my face and grabbed the back of my head with his rough hand. He smiled and breathed heavy in my face. “You want the real thing don’t you? You want to suck my cock?” he offered or rather stated to me. Hearing his other hand popping the buttons on his 501’s he looked me in the eyes and knew the answer. As he dug his growing uncut meat from his sweaty jeans I noticed he had no underwear on. “Get down there and clean my cock. Suck that dirty cock”, he ordered. He pushed me down to my knees where I had the chance to see his thick stubby hooded tool staring back at me with his hand squeezing and jacking it. “Should smell familiar to you. Tastes even better than my underwear too you perv”, he taunted. Grabbing the back of my skull with his dusty rough hands he pulled my face into his rank sweaty cock. He humped it against my face up and down a couple timed before I got my tongue going. His thick spindly red hairs brushed my face like steel wool as I began getting my mouth over the thick tube of meat he was shoving at me. It was thick with pasty sweaty grunge from a hard days work at the construction site, and as strong of taste as I had ever experienced. He pulled back his thick leathery foreskin letting his mushroom tip peek out like snake out of a hole. “Stick your tongue in there and tongue fuck it!” I hesitated as I never had done this before. “Tongue fuck it! Stick your tongue in there and clean it out!” When I buried my slithering wet taster in there I got a wad of dick flavor like I never had. Wow! He squeezed his shaft and kept the foreskin enveloped around my tongue as pre-cum began oozing into my mouth. “Nice, that’s it”, he grunted. After a moment of running my rough tongue back and forth over his sensitive piss slit he could not take it anymore. His hands clasped my skull tightly and he shoved his meet into my throat. I gagged briefly as he began a slow deep throat fuck on me, my tongue struggling to keep up with him. He moaned in pleasure, “Nice mouth you got there perv”. He tasted to ripe and raunchy I was in heaven. I worked him good for a few minutes as he humped his hips excitedly into my face before he finally began to tense up and tighten his grip on my head. “I’m gonna cum”, he said as he inched up on the tip toes of his Caterpillar work boots. He pulled his cock from my mouth and gripped it tight with his hands. As he jacked himself violently I hung my mouth open at the end of his gun, my lips brushing his mushroom tip. “Ahhh! Uhhhh! Ohhh!”, he moaned as a warm spurt of his jizz shot onto my face. Then another rope hit the inside of my mouth. I struggled to get my lips around his cock and slurp him up as he pumped stream after stream of his load in my mouth and on my race with rampant motion. He finally released his tool and grabbed my head with his cum covered hand and pulled me down on his shaft. I licked and slurped his salty goo like a dog in heat, slither my tongue in and out of his piss slit. “Fuck yeah dude!” he grunted as I continued suck up his jizz from his head and foreskin folds. He then pulled me up and began wiping the cum off my face with his rough fingers and feeding it into my mouth. I suckled his thick log fingers just as if they were his cock as he smiled ear to ear. Then he shocked me by pulling me face to face with him and burying his tongue in my cum drenched mouth. We shared a good long gooey kiss as the sweat from his bare chest began to soak into my shirt. We had kissed long enough to get rid of any remaining cum in our mouths but the taste of his ripe cock was still hanging on my taste buds. In the afterglow we stood there for a moment awkwardly before he finally bent down and picked up his red shirt from the floor and put in on. Then he grabbed the underwear and wiped his cock down with them, cleaning the last remnants of man juice from it. Damn he was beautiful, all 7” of that uncut masterpiece. He then threw me the underwear and said, “Here you can keep these until next time”. Then the skinhead construction stud buttoned up his 501’s, smiled and walked away. Continued Here More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic story based on some real circumstances, but embelished with a touch of fantasy. Continued from Skinhead Construction 2 He then threw me the underwear and said, “Here you can keep these until next time”. Then the skinhead construction stud buttoned up his 501’s, smiled and walked away. Over the weekend I sniffed and sucked his underwear dry, jacking off and cumming on them until they smelled and tasted more like me than him. I even got raunchy and cleaned his tracks nearly white as I hammered away at my bursting cock. Dirty filth, he made me cum. I still didn’t even know this big red-headed skinhead construction dude’s name. I even headed out to the construction site on Saturday and Sunday hoping I would see him again, only to find it quiet and lonely. No sign of him or his old truck anywhere on the site. Monday morning I cruised through on the way to work, didn’t see him. That night after work, didn’t see him but found a house under construction to hang in and spark up. I didn’t jack off, went home and jacked off all night with his underwear. I was getting a kinky twisted crush in the sickest way. Tuesday morning I saw his truck as I rode my bike though, but no sign of him. That afternoon I had to work later than normal so by the time I got down to the site it had almost completely cleared out. I was worried I would miss him again as I rode through the streets of houses under construction looking for any sign of life. As I turned a corner and continued to ride I heard the roar of an engine coming up behind me. When I looked my heart reeled, it was him. He rolled up next to me on his driver’s side and stopped. With a wry grin he asked, “You out here looking for some trouble again?” His sweaty red brow and bald head twitched before he wiped it off with his dirty forearm. “You might say that”, I replied. “I have found it here before”. He rubbed his thick bushy goatee giving me a predatory look over and grunted. “Well put your bike in the back of my truck and get in”. I quickly lifted my bike into the bed of the truck and hopped in the passenger side. His cab smelled of man sweat, dirt and cigarette smoke. The floorboards were covered with dried mud and trash, the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. The seat had one of those tweed covers on it, worn through with holes. Pens, papers and empty cigarette backs littered the dash. They rolled from one side to the other as he hit the accelerator and pulled a fast U-turn in the street and headed off. “I’m David”, he said and held out his hand. I grabbed his thick stubby mitt and shook it. “Shane”, I replied back. We drove down to the back corner of the subdivision to a mobile office trailer parked inside a fenced area and said nothing else on the way. My cock was getting hard in anticipation of what was going to happen, my heart was pounding through my chest. The truck created a cloud of dust as it rolled over the fresh dirt and gravel and came to a stop. David hopped out and shut the chain-link gate behind us before motioning me to follow him up the stairs to the mobile job shack. He unlocked the aluminum trailer door and I followed him in. The place was just as filthy and musky as his truck was. The old trailer smelled of leaky roof, cigarettes, and sweat. It was hot inside and I began to sweat almost immediately. “Sorry, the AC is broke. They’re coming out to fix it tomorrow”, he apologized. I smiled nervously, “That’s OK I don’t think it would have cooled me down anyway”. He smiled and laughed at me as he locked the trailer door and began lowering the blinds making it dusky dark inside. He then unbuckled his belt and began popping open his bulging 501’s. As he ripped open his jeans his throbbing tool popped out and tented his stained underwear. As he pulled his sweaty jeans and briefs down and let his blunt un-cut instrument out in the air, he lifted his orange construction T-shirt up over the back of his neck exposing his hairy tattooed chest. Without the need for orders, I knelt down on the floor in front of him and took his pasty stinky meat in my mouth, savoring his filthiness. He tasted just as ripe and pungent as last time, the folds of his foreskin just as cheesy as before. I even picked up on some dried cum in his hairs as I licked his shaft and around the base and balls. Was this ever worth waiting for. “Oh yeah, that feels good bro”, he muttered as his hands guided my skull around and around on his tool. His hips gyrated and humped at my face as I slurped, licked and swallowed his grungy stinky cock like a pig in heat. “I was hoping you’d come back bro”, he said in a craven voice. “You are so good at that”. I wasn’t giving up on his cock to reply as his rough stubby hands ran through my hair, caressing my head. As my hands braced myself on his hanging jeans, my knees straddling his weathered work boots, he asked, “You like to take it in the ass bro? I sure would like to give you a good fuck.” The sound of his grovelly skinhead voice made me reel. I pulled off his cock and licked my lips clean, jacking his beautiful red haired staff before I stood up. “I was hoping you would”, I replied. He smiled and grabbed my skull with his rough skinned palm, pulling me to his face and he kissed me hard and wet. “Go get on the couch”, he said as he shuffled over to the desk and pulled a drawer open. As I pulled my pants down and assumed the doggie position on the edge of the couch, he approached with an open jar of Vaseline dirty and filthy inside and out. He scooped a big wad of the jelly and began greasing up his bulging meat with it. I then felt his greasy hands grab my ass cheeks and spread them apart wide. As the feeling of air hit my pucker, he spit on it giving me an immediate feeling of wetness. It surprised me when I felt his greasy hands pull my cheeks apart wider and his rough hairy goatee plant itself between them. His warm tongue slithered into my stinky shit-hole and began lapping at it slowly and swiftly. He dove into my pasty shitter, wetting it up and eating it clean without abandon. My cock twitched and bobbed as the feeling of his hairy mug and mouth working my asshole sent me into orbit. Wow, wasn’t expecting that. As soon as it began, it was over. “There, now your all soft and ready for my cock”, he said as he dabbed some of the Vasoline on my wet nest and worked it in with his sandpapery fingers. Then he saddled up to me, grabbing my hips with his greasy hands and pushing his un-cut log into my soft waiting hole. He guided it with one hand as his beefy muscled body put its weight into me. In one shocking motion he shoved his fat blunt potato into my tight chute, cracking a whip of pain up my spine that made me yell out, “Ooooowww Owww, woow, Auuhhh!” Unfazed he sunk his destroyer into my slip and held it into me tight for a few seconds allowing my muscles to adjust. The pain was electrocuting my brain with waves of shocking sharp impulses. He stayed still with the pressure on until he felt my body relax a bit. As the sweat poured out of my skin and my head sunk into the dirty couch pillow, he pulled back and began slowly pumping my chute. “You gonna be OK?” he asked. I nodded yes in between pants of pain and shock. Taking that as a starting gun he began slap fucking my ass harder, pounding his construction tool into me. His breathing got heavier and louder as his body motions got more violent. “Huh, huh, huh, huh,” we panted in unison as the couch squeaked and slid on the dirty linoleum floor. He only lasted for a couple of minutes before he said, “Here I come bro.” He bucked me hard and deep, painfully a couple of times making me yell, “Ooow, Owww, careful”. Suddenly he pulled is assault gun from my aching burning hole. He then blew his man seed all over my red swollen pucker and on my ass. I could hear him slapping his cock hard as his ropes of warm juice fell upon my greasy stinky nest. It sunk into me once again, pumping its last warm prize payout deep into me. As I was relaxing and catching my breath he pulled out and I felt his rough greasy hands grabbing my cheeks again and pulling them wide open. “Oh man, that is a nice asshole you have there bro”, he panted. I then felt his tongue licking up his warm seed from around my spent pucker, carefully and deliberately lapping up each splatter of his man seed. Then he sunk his tongue into my greasy cunt, sucking and felching out his slimy goo mixed with my stinky ass grease. Man this guy was a pig beyond my imagination. It felt so good. He jacked off my cock as he ate away at my slime hole until I began to orgasm. He quickly turned me over and began sucking my cock, and taking in my warm shooting seed one rope after the other. Just as I was rolling my head back in the shock zone, he laid down on my stomach and planted his mouth on mine. A torrent of flavor entered my mouth and enveloped my tongue. It was a mix of our shared cum, my stinky ass juice and a trace of Vasoline. He collected all of the wicked goo in his mouth for the last minute or so and was now dumping it in mine. I grossed out at first, reflexing to pull away, but he forced his weight on me and forced his mouth full of raunchy sex slime into mine. His tongue flithered like an evil fire in my mouth, spreading his wealth to every taste bud as our greasy spent cocks rubbed together side by side. His musky body odor filled the air as our sweat blended together. Before I knew it all we had in our mouths was each other’s saliva and my face was raw from his scratchy goatee. He finally stood and pulled his pants up over his greasy flaccid tool. Looking at his watch he said, “Hurry up and get dressed. I got to get cleaned up and get home before my bitch wonders where I’ve been.”. Shocked to find out he had a waiting bitch, I sat up and began to pull my pants back up and get buttoned. He walked off to the bathroom at the back of the trailer and washed up while I waited. When he returned he said, “You can use the can if you want”. I smiled and said, “No, I want to go home dirty.” He smiled and put his hand on my crotch, giving me a good squeeze. “You are a dirty fuck aint ya”, he chided. “I am now”, I kidded back. He then pulled his dirty pair of underwear out of his back pocked and handed them to me with a shitty smile. “Until next time?” he asked. I grabbed them and stuffed them into my pants. “Until next time”, I replied. Continued Here More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic story based on some real circumstances, but embelished with a touch of fantasy. Continued from Skinhead Construction 3 “Uhh, Ahhhh…….Fuck! Fuck! Uhhh, hhuhhh”, I moaned as his fat un-cut cock pounded my un-lubed hole raw. It was hot outside and my quivering shaking body was sweating under the onslaught of David’s 200 lb muscled body slams. My face buried his sweaty dusty work T-shirt, I was inhaling his body odor like a drug. My bare stomach rubbed against the rough scratchy tweed seat cover of his pick-up truck. “Fu..u..u..u..uck! Oh shit!……Uu..uu.uu.h,” I grunted as he fucked me standing in the open doorway of his pickup cab. My burning asshole was splitting open with pain from his rough un-lubricated fuck stick but I didn’t care tonight. It felt so good to be caught up in this skinhead construction stud’s furious violence of cheap man sex. Damn he made me crave to be his filthy man bitch on the side. As soon as it started it was over. He grunted and let out a deep moan, “Oh yea!, Fuck Yeah!”. My chute filled with his warm slippery seed, calming down the burning friction of slide hammer‘s fuck. His sweaty tatted body fell to my back and his fast shallow breaths puffed at the back of my wet neck. He slowly pumped his fat stick in and out of my torn chute as his warm juices ran down my legs and into my pulled down pants. Wrapping his arms around me his rough red goateed chin scratched the back of my neck as he kissed the side of my head, whispering “Thanks again bro, that was fuckin sweet”. Shortly after we quickly pulled up our pants and got back in the cab of his truck. We drove back down the dark dirt road through the trees back to civilization. When we got back to the parking lot he smiled and said, “Thanks again man, see you again soon?” With my fuck hole sore and leaking his man juice I nodded yes and wrote my cell phone number on a piece of trash off his dash with a pen that was next to it. “See you whenever you want. Just call me and you can come to my apartment anytime! It‘s right over there” I pointed across the strip-mall parking lot to the complex at the edge of it. He gave a smile that said he knew he had scored and we high-fived before he headed back home to his other bitch. It was a surprise running into David that night. I rode my bike down to the liquor store to get a bottle of Jack Daniels to sip on for the evening. When I rode up David was on the way out with a case of beer in his hands. He stopped and we talked for a minute or two. We were both glad to see each other. “You got time to fool around?” he asked. “I’m horny as fuck”. “Where at?” I asked. “Put your bike in the back of my truck”, he replied with a shit eating grin. The next thing I knew we were headed down a dirt road to a dark place in the nearby woods. He was a little buzzed and didn’t care about much other than he had to get back to a party underway at his house. He was the least drunk and got the job of getting more beer. But he wanted my ass and I wanted his dick, there was plenty of time for a quickie in the woods. We didn’t have any lube, but we made it anyhow with a handful of spit. I had swiped his sweaty dirty T-shirt from the cab of his truck before we parted to add to my collection of raunchy Dave clothes. His smell lingered on them and gave me much pleasure as I pounded off dreaming of his sex. I rode my bike home I clenched my raw sore sloppy hole as his stud seed lubricated my butt cheeks. I dreamed of the next time we would get together.. Luckily it wasn’t long after that. 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”. Continued Here More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic story based on some real circumstances, but embelished with a touch of fantasy. Continued from Skinhead Construction 4 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 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 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”. Continued Here More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic story based on some real circumstances, but embelished with a touch of fantasy. Continued from Skinhead Construction 5 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 jokingly. “I guess so.” I replied and then invited shyly, “Want to take a shower together?” He got a wide smile on his face and squeezed my cock, “Let do”. We both got up and stepped into my small bathroom. Standing next to me he began taking a piss in the toilet as I reached into the shower and got the water going. I watched him handling his meat and the stream of dark gold streaming from it. He finished up and I followed suit, pissing into the bowl and adding mine to it. He reached around and held my dick for me as I let out the last of my piss, aiming it playfully around in a circle. Turning around in the tight bathroom we wiggled at each other momentarily as we bumped our semi hard cocks together waiting for the water to get hot. “Man I sure would love to hook up with you regular like”, David said in a slow gravely voice. I grabbed his uncut meat and gave it a good squeeze. “I have had more fun with you in the last week than I’ve had in a while”, he said looking down at our man parts hanging below. We then kissed and swapped some spit for a quick moment. As the water go hot we stepped into the soothing and cleansing hot water and engaged in mutual shower play, cleaning each other, and exploring each other‘s bodies. It was pretty fucking hot getting to rub down and scrub this rough stud’s muscled body and spend some time getting a good look at all of his tattoos. He definitely went through and angels and demons phase and liked barbed wire, swords, and skulls a lot. When I finally saw the “San Quentin” scrawled among some of his ink, I finally got it. He had done time in one of California’s worst hell holes. Unfazed by my discovery, in fact turned on in a strange way I continued rubbing him down and touching him in ways that made him sigh in comfort. We were both hard as a rock and took a few passes jacking each other playfully with soapy suds. “Bend over!” he said. “I want to wash your pussy”. Bracing my hands against the wall, I bent over and let my skinhead buddy begin working my fuck nest with soapy suds and his rough thick hands. He finger fucked my hole and squeezed my balls making my cock throb as the hot rain fell. “You ever shaved your asshole bro?” he asked. “No, not really” I replied. “Oh man, you gotta let me shave you ass. You mind if I shave it for you?” he asked. “I really get off on a nice shaved cunt”. His fingers still massaging my swelling rosebud, I said “sure.” I stepped out the shower briefly and grabbed my can of shaving cream and razor from the sink and handed it to him back in the shower. He smiled, “Cool. No bend over again and spread ‘em wide so I can get in there.” Back in the comfort of the warm falling water I bent over and spread my cheeks to give the stud access to my ass. I suddenly felt the cool soothing chill of shaving cream on my hole, something I hadn’t felt before. His rough finger pushed a small amount into me giving me a cold burning twitch that sent a shudder up my spine. He rubbed my hole and balls down and massaged me with the cream, getting me very relaxed. He worked the project carefully and quickly, pulling the razor away from the base of my pucker all around my fuck hole. The tap tap tap of the razor on the shower floor was followed by long curly hairs floating under me on the way to the drain. Every so often he poked my now tingling hole with his fat fingers playfully, causing me to thrust my ass back and forth and fuck his digits. “Don’t get too excited yet”, he said with a laugh. As he finished up he let the shower water rinse down my ass and between my cheeks to clean up the job site. “You can let go now”, he said as I felt his hands clasp my butt cheeks. I placed my hands back up on the wall and braced myself which was far more comfortable. He squeezed and pulled my cheeks wide allowing the air to dance with my pucker. “Nice!”, he said proudly. “You should see how fuckin delicious this looks now bro!”. As I started to reply, I felt his rough stubbled face between my ass cheeks and his tongue drilling into my hole. His wet mouth slathered all over and around my nest, his tongue probing in and out of the smooth tender gate. I pushed my ass harder toward him as he dug into me like a hungry dog. While he held my ass tight with one hand he grabbed my cock with the other and began giving me some muther fucking hot rusty trombone action. His hand clenched hard pulled on my shaft as his violent tongue fucked my ass like fire from a torch. My hips uncontrollably began humping motions as he worked my spot with his evil ride. I thought I was gonna blow as I felt his writhing tongue go deep into places I didn’t think it could reach. Then he stood up and put his hand on my shoulder holding me down, bent over in front of him. I heard the “psssht” of the shaving cream again, feeling it land on my lower back. He then set swiped the ball of lather and coated his thick uncut tool with it. “Now I’m fuckin that clean new pussy of yours bro.” he warned. My hole was already soft and opened up from his rough fucking last night. I was ready to get stud fucked. When he slid his fat cock up my ass with all that shaving cream lube a burning sensation rocked me like I had never felt before. He slid himself into me slow as his 200 lb body pressed me against the plastic shower wall. My hole stretched around his construction tool with a cooling slippery burn as he began butt-fucking me good in the shower’s din. His slippery rough hands struggled to hold my body tight and still so he could keep his plow on. The burn of the shaving cream receded as his fuck stick began to build more friction. He slammed my ass harder and faster as I did me best to hold my body stiff in the small shower stall. I would be sweating and shaking if it had not been for the hot water spraying on my back. “Uuhh yeah! Uhh yeah!” he grunted as he fucked excitedly. His cock squirted into me as his fat thick head bottomed out in my chute, giving his fuck a warmer slipperier feel once again. He wrapped his arms around my torso and humped at me slower now. He pulled up to stand with his arms as his rough stubble scraped at my shoulder. Still pushing his cum stick in and out of me in a bear hug he whispered into my ear, “Uh bro, you get me off so much”. As he held me tight with his dick in my spent ass he reached around and jacked me off until I came. As my cum dribbled down his knuckles he kissed the back of my neck and nibbled on my ear. As if coming out of a fog, we finished up by cleaning each other’s cocks again. He soaped up my spent hole and washed me out once more. “Nice pussy”, he chided again like a proud Dad as he rinsed the last of his fuck mess from my nest. We spent the rest of the afternoon laying on the couch together, getting high, watching the tube and playing around with each other. We went at it a couple more times and he ate my nice clean nest one more time till I came. He showed me a new world when it came to rimming. I finally asked him about his tattoos and San Quentin. He had indeed done some time for armed robbery and assault charges he said. “Does that make you scared of me?” he asked. “Maybe, but I guess I have to trust a guy who has eaten out my ass as much as you have.” He laughed and he went on to tell me war stories about being in the joint. Some were scary, others titillating. He had been a bitch a couple times to some guys who attacked him, but aligned himself with the right group of skinhead types and turned the tables. He hooked up one of the gang leaders inside so he made it out with a new hunger for sex that now had to be fed, but one his old lady could not serve. The day went by and the time came. Hot got dressed back up in his dirty sweats, his Iron Maiden T-shirt and slipping his weathered work boots on his bare feet. “My old lady will be home soon, I better get back to the cage and make like I been there all day.” he said as he laced up his boots. “Man you don’t know how lucky you are living here foot loose and fancy free without shit to deal with”. He then stood up and we hugged and kissed as he headed for the door. “Man I a good time today? You?” he asked with a curious scrunch of his red bushy brow. “Sure did. When can we do it again?”, I asked. He smiled. “If you want hook up more regular, I’m game bro. I’m fuckin horny all day every day,” he said. “Come by the site any time you want - we can find a way to get it on there most of the time. We can even hook up for lunch for a quickie or I can drop by here after work and let you clean up my dirty cock. Whatever works bro”. “Well I guess I will see ya tomorrow then”. I said with a laugh. “Well then you need to do me a favor and grow some more scruff on your face if your gonna come around the site. Stop shaving for a couple of days. Then we’ll style you up a little, my way.“ He patted me on the ass and turned the knob. And so he left. I peeked through the blinds as my cleaned out fuck hole burned and itched, watching the skinhead construction stud start his truck and drive away. Continued Here More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic story based on some real circumstances, but embelished with a touch of fantasy. Continued from Skinhead Construction 6 “Well I guess I will see ya tomorrow then”. I said with a laugh. “Well then you need to do me a favor and grow some more scruff on your face if your gonna come around the site. Stop shaving for a couple of days. Then we’ll style you up a little, my way.“ He patted me on the ass and turned the knob. And so he left. I peeked through the blinds as my cleaned out fuck hole burned and itched, watching the skinhead construction stud start his truck and drive away It turned out I didn’t see him for a few three days though. In the meantime I stopped shaving my mug as he asked. I could not wait to see what he had in mind. Something about the big dude wanting to make me over was kind of cool to me. I was getting some strange looks and comments from my white collar cubicle rats at work, but I was so not caring. Finally, he called me on my cell phone late on Thursday morning and asked if we could hook up for lunch. He said he had a surprise for me and asked if he could pick me up at work. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you back to work on time bro”, he assured. I told him to drive around the back of my office building and park at the far end of the lot so nobody at work would see me getting in a dirty truck with some rough ex-con. Not sure why I was afraid but I was getting enough weird vibes from my coworkers just growing some scruff on my face. I worked with a pretty clean goody crowd and they all lived in clean white houses and with clean white carpet. At 12:00 I headed out the back door of my building and walked a way down the lot till I saw David’s beaten down Chevy truck. It’s lumber rack had a few boards strapped to it and a pretty good load of roofing materials were in the back. It was hanging low on the dirty bald mud tires. A piece of tattered rope was hanging over the tailgate and touching the ground. As I got closer I saw another man’s hairy arm hanging out the passenger side window. What was this? I slowed my pace and walked up to David’s side doing my best to act unfazed. “Hey bro”, David said in a chipper voice, “Nice scruff you got growin on there. Nice indeed.“ He reached out with his hand and palmed the underside of my jaw giving it a squeeze with his rough dirty hand. The other guy in the truck just looked on blankly as David asked, “So are you ready to go?”. Looking over at the other guy I said, “Sure let me hop in”. I rounded the front of the roughly idling pick-up and pulled open the creaky door. The young passenger scooted over to the center of the seat and nodded at me as I stepped in. David just winked at me as he pulled the column shifter into reverse and looked in his mirror. The truck jerked backwards and began a slow roll. “glug glug glug glug glug”. The guy sitting next to me was about my age, in is early 20‘s. Once I was buckled in he held out his rough hand to me and said, “I’m Josh”. He obviously worked with David as he was dressed in the same dirty worn construction dude attire, but with a twist. He had on the tattered sweaty T-shirt and faded leather work-boots but had on a rashed up pair of loose fitting grey sweats on in place of 501’s. Nice. Josh seemed a lot like David but younger, an alternative punk styled blue collar dude with a shaved head, a bushy light brown goatee and a pair of earplugs. He had from what I could tell a pretty muscular build and his hairy arms showed some tribal tattoos creeping from under his worn System Of A Down shirt sleeves. He had a "dumb-jock" kind of stoner persona that immediately made him sexy as hell to me. I wasn't sure what was happening, so I just sat quietly as we pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward my apartment complex. As we rode I was sneaking a peek at Josh's sizeable bulge through his loose worn sweat pants. Why is he coming along I wondered? It was hot out and David’s truck had no AC. I could feel Josh's sweaty arms and legs against mine. His muscles were firm and I could feel them brush against me when he moved. The smell of sweaty men in the hot dirty truck’s cab was strong. I would surely reek when I got back to work. Little did I know it would be worse than I thought. David cranked up the stereo and they started rocking out in unison as we drove. Josh then pulled out a fat joint from the glove box and sparked it up. Pleasantly surprised, I joined in and we passed it around a few times getting blazed as shit. As we drove I finally asked what we were doing for lunch. David looked over at me with a shit-eating grin as his eyes glazed over. "Your house bro", he replied still grinning. Josh then looked over at me putting his hand on my thigh. "Dave said you’re a good fuck,“ he said with a slight taunting voice and then grinned like a wolf. My heart shifted gears and raced. Sensing my shock, he smiled squeezed my thigh. The muscled stoner toked the last of the joint and tossed it out the window past my face. I was enchanted and now very blazed out. I took a chance and reached over to grab that bulge protruding between Josh’s legs. He returned the gesture with a smile. “Right on man”, he cheered “Squeeze my cock”. I grasped at his bulge over his sweats and wrapped my hand around his cock. I could tell he was thick and rubbery. My hand around his shaft I squeezed it. Damn, he was as fat as my skinhead construction stud. David eyeing the action, said "whoa guys, wait 'til we get there". Stoned and in a zone, Josh leaned over and tried kissing me, his rough goatee rubbing my face. David elbowed him in the ribs. "Knock it off people can see you!" he grunted. We arrived at my place and piled toward the door. Once inside there was no hesitating. My tongue was impatiently waiting to get around Josh's fat cock. I wanted to see it. I wanted to smell it. I wanted to taste it. I love the taste of hot sweaty men, especially the ones who have been working all day. Josh had been out getting hot and sticky down there all morning and was ripe. He had single handedly taken all of my attention from David. He pulled down his sweats letting his fat cock spring out and sat on the edge of my couch. I lunged down on my knees and took him in with a vengeance. His sweaty meat had just a little light brown hair veining up the shaft to his uncut foreskin. His tool was about 6", but fat and blunt tapering off to a nice bomb like shape. It was flat and wide at the middle and now hard as a block of wood. It was not as long as David’s but much fatter, and David was stretching ass re-sizing fuck himself. I slurped like a ravenous whore up and down, while he grunted like a stud should. My nose took in his moist sweaty bush with each bob. David not to be left out had made himself at home and grabbed the tube of lube from my bedroom. I could hear him popping open the cap and preparing his cock for a ride. It was obviously for me I thought as I slurped and sucked the sweat and salt off his young studly friend. David was enjoying the voyeurism cheering, "Right on bro suck that cock!" He then pushed the coffee table aside and came over behind me. I stopped and hastily pulled my khakis down and got back on Josh's cock. Kneeling down and aiming his red haired uncut tool toward my hole, David's fat rough skinned fingers penetrated my crack and began massaging my hole. The cold lube made me flinch at first but the warmth came. Josh was letting out some sweet sticky juices that added a tang to the pungent taste of sweat and piss that I had been enjoying to this point. David was done with the preamble and started probing his hard construction cock into my hole. David hastily shoved it in all the way to the bottom. No honey-moon here, I thought but he had already opened me up pretty good in the past week. I pulled off of Josh for a moment letting out a loud "ahhuhhh", twitching against the construction stud’s plunge though. Josh grabbed my head tightly with his sandpapery hands shoved my face back down over his cock, forcing my head up and down with a slight fucking motion in his groin. My ass was in terminal pain from David’s abrupt plodding as he started fucking me deep and long. He was going for broke from the outset. After a moment or two, I loosened up and relaxed my muscles allowing him to slide more freely. His hands were clenched on my shoulders while he slapped his balls against mine. His hard fucking motions were causing my head to bob back and forth on Josh's prick as I sucked him. Josh was loving it! He was more vocal than David, encouraging me as I sucked him with lots of “Oh yeah dude! That feels so fucking good man. Oh fuck dude, keep doing that!“ He starting fucking into my mouth up and down and then I felt his thighs tighten. He suddenly vice gripped my skull and violently blew his warm spunk into the back of my throat. His fingernails scraping at my scalp, he pumped my mouth full of his stud seed until it began leaking out of my lips faster than I could slurp it up. Between my moans an grunts from David's motions, I attempted to lick and polish off Josh's deflating cock. Leaning back in bliss he dutifully wiped up every bit of spilled seed from his shaft and thighs and fed it to me as I licked and cleaned his fingers. I continued sucking up the cum that had cropped in his light brown bush pubes, getting hair stuck in my teeth as I continued to get the shit fucked out of me. The skinhead construction stud’s cock was pumping me violently. He was getting ready to cum based on his heightened grunts. His deep booming voice always turned me on, but to hear it moaning in pleasure was too much. "Oohhhh yeah,, fuck yeahh bro! I‘m gonna cum!", he cheered like a fan at a football game. I hoped the neighbors weren‘t home yet. Just then he injected his ex-con cum seed deep into my punished red hole. After David finished seeding my chute he pulled out and sat on the couch next to Josh. I got up off my knees and sat on the couch between them and began jacking myself off. Josh leaned over just in time to suck me as I came. He slurped my load in and licked my cock while I blew getting it all over that nice goatee of his. He then pulled into him and we started kissing and tongue dancing, sharing my juices back and forth. This was heavy stuff for a first date I thought. This guy was a hot muscular straight acting construction stud and was getting down on my cum like a pig. David must have trained him good I thought. David by the way had gotten up, wiped his fuck stick off with a towel he brought from my room and started cooking some of my frozen burritos in the microwave. Josh and I just sat there in the afterglow watching the tattooed skinhead stud in the kitchen waiting on the timer. "He is pretty good fuck huh" Josh offered. We both laughed and agreed. “So you and David know each other pretty well then huh?”, I asked. Josh giggled and replied, “He’s my brother.” I was shocked. “For real? He is your blood brother or you are like good bros?” I asked. “Nope, flesh and blood,” he answered. “Damn”, I replied. So you guys have fucked before then huh?” Josh rolled his eyes and let out a grunt laugh. “Fuck an A, ever since I was 7. But my dick is fatter than his. Makes him squeal like a girl if I fuck him to hard.” I just shook my head in amazement at what I was hearing. David finally came back with the steaming hot burritos on a plate and sat next to us on the couch. We grabbed them up and at like stoners with the munchies do. Fast and hasty. I gave David a ration of shit for not telling me he had such a hot ass butt-fucking brother. After a short bit of chatter, Josh started jacking his cock and looking back and forth at us. He told David to get on the floor and prepare to get his ass reamed. The skinhead construction stud smiled and threw him the lube. “Alright, but don’t be showing off”, he said furrowing his brow. Like a good dog, the rough tatted skin stud got down on his hands and knees with his arms braced on the couch as his little brother got ready to pound his ass. I squeezed my cock as Josh began fingering the read haired tattooed skinhead’s butt-hole with the lube. David looked up at me and licked lips motioning me over to him. I slid over right under his face and stretched my legs out either side of him, leaning back on the couch. He went down on me and started licking hard at my piss hole. It made my shiver and try to squirm away, but he stayed on as if trying to stick his rough flaming flithering tongue down my cock. Josh started feeding his half hard prick into David’s fuck hole. Having just sucked him, I remembered how fat he was and seeing that he was still semi-soft while shoving it in to David I figured it was about like getting a potato rammed up your ass. David let out a grunt "uhhhhhh" while jerking forward and away from Josh. "You fuck! Take it easy!" he barked. Unfazed, Josh grabbed his brother’s muscular hips and continued. I put my hands on David's shoulders and held him still while Josh plunged in again. To my surprise, the ex-con bad ass was struggling. Josh buried the bone balls deep and just stayed there for a moment letting David adjust while I guided his face back toward my leaking cock. Josh started slowly fucking his older brother, pulling his body on and off of me. I continued to help him stay on my cock even though he spent more time moaning "uhh, uhhh, ohh" than sucking and licking. After a few tense moments, David must have began enjoying it as he started sucking harder and faster. Young buck Josh was hip to it as well and started getting into it more forcefully. The brut odor of sweat and man sex was filling the room. The three of us were in a unison rhythm of fucking and sucking, grunting and moaning - this was awesome. I didn't last long, warning the David that I was about to cum. He put his hands around my ass and grabbed tight pulling me into him as I exploded into his mouth. He licked and slurped, sucked and bobbed as my hot seed flowed down his chin and into his thick red goatee. When I was done flowing he pulled off crawled forward and on top of me. His hairy tattooed chest on mine we began passing my sticky strings of cum back and forth in our mouths. Josh, looking like little-boy-lost back there with his wet cock hanging in the wind immediately jumped up on David’s back and plugged back in. We were now stacked on the edge of the couch, David and I kissing while Josh was slamming the hell out of him with that fat blunt beer can of a cock. I could feel Josh's increasing rhythm through him though. His breaths and moans heavily blasting against my face, I embraced the skinhead construction stud as if a comforting brother during an hour of need. I ran my hands across his smooth bald scalp as he sweated it out. I looked over his shoulders to see Josh's sexy facial expressions of pleasure. His beautiful dimpled square chin and goatee was dropped down and his thick brow furrowed as he pumped his brother’s asshole for all it was worth. He kept altering his expression with each thrust as if putting on a show. “Oh fuck yeah old man, take that cock like a bitch!“, he chided. Josh opened his eyes for a second catching me watch him while David’s face was buried in my neck. He smiled and winked at me with a shit eating grin. “You like watching me fuck the shit out of him huh?” he jeered. He then bucked a couple of deliberate rough hard thrusts at his older brother making the muscled skinhead flinch and wince with pain. “Fuck an A bro!”, Josh taunted. “You’re gonna feel that later tonight when you’re old lady’s makin you suck out her tuna twat!” The smile of vengeance stretched ear to ear on the goateed dude’s face. Seconds later he slowed and gave one last deep hard thrust squirting his load into his big bro’s meaty ass. David went limp, still laying on me moaning in my ear and breathing deep sighs of relief. It must have wiped him out because he just laid there for about a minute or two after Josh pulled out and began wiping up his cock with the towel. The bitch fucked tattooed skinhead finally got up off of me and started cleaning up. As we were getting dressed, I realized that my shirt was drenched with cum. "Shit you guys, I can't wear this back to work", I exclaimed. David and Josh both laughed. "Hold on, I'll get you something", David said disappearing down the hall to my room. He returned with one of my a nice dress shirts and said "Here I picked this out just for you stud." As Josh was gathering his clothes to get dressed David jibed him in the stomach and said, “Leave your underwear here, our buddy here gets off on a guy’s dirty clothes. He‘s got a whole collection of them in his dresser from the jobsite”. They both giggled at each other and then looked at me as I cringed in mild embarrassment. “Thanks”, I said sarcastically. They both pulled their work clothes back on and left their dirty sweaty underwear laying on my coffee table as they sat began tying up their boot laces. Josh looked at me with a giddy grin and grabbed his cock through his sweats. “I didn’t get a chance to see if you were a good fuck”, he said with a smile. “I guess we’ll have try this again sometime”. His older brother grunted at him territorially, “Don’t go using on my bud here I found him first”. I smiled at both of them and said don’t worry there is enough of me for both of you. We then headed back to the truck and they took me back to my office. On the way I gave Josh my cell phone number and told him to call me any time he wanted. “Cool man”, he said. David elbowed him and said, “You gotta ask my permission first bitch!” Josh just laughed and said, “You’re the bitch of the day bro”. It got silent for the remaining mile to my office. My mind was reeling at how I had just picked up to rough assed fuck buddies inside of a week. I was still a little stoned too so my head was swimming in it. As I slammed the door the rough ex-con construction stud said, “Thanks again bro. I’ll call ya later about trimming up that scruff of yours. My slimy asshole aching, my mouth tasting like dick, and pubic hair in my teeth I went back to work. Continued Here More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... Erotic tale of fiction continued from Shocked Part 4 Once in my room we began hugging and kissing momentarily in between undressing. The feel of his warm body wrapped around mine sent me through the roof again. He smelled of musk, beer and pot mixed with a little but of construction site. The moment sent beads of sweat popping all over my body as my pulse quickened with anticipation. I felt a draft of heat as our bodies began creating their own weather. We quickly peeled off our pants and underwear, releasing our rock hard meat into the open air again, continuing to grasp and embrace each other playfully. Finally, he sat down on the side of my bed and began jacking himself. I briefly stepped away into the bathroom to make sure I was clean before he dove into my shitter. When I came back he was laying on my bed massaging his thick bent cock and looking like the Devil waiting to devour my flesh in pleasure. “Do you have any lube?” he asked. Drunk and beyond the need for tenderness, I replied “Yep, let me put it on ya”. I then crawled onto the bed and dove onto his meat with my wet mouth. “Spit and shove or it ain’t love”, he said with a laugh while I gave his throbbing tool a wet down with my warm watering mouth. He pumped my face for a few moments before he got up and said, “get up on your knees”. I followed suit and got on my fours with my ass in the air, and gathered a couple pillows under my head, wrapping my arms around them. I was preparing for his usual quick draw athletic onslaught as he sidled up behind me. He grasped my ass cheeks with his rough palms and spread them apart. “Hmmm”, he grunted with a guttural tone. “That looks so sweet man.” Just as I was expecting to feel the head of his fat cock pressing against my nest, his hands stretched me open some more, allowing the feeling of cold air on my hole. Then a bead of warm spit dropped right on my target and rolled down toward my balls. Just as my body shuddered from the wet surprise, I felt his hairy stubbly face between my cheeks followed by his rough wet tongue probing my manhole deep. “Ohhhhhhh”, I let out as a wave of shock rocked up my spine. “Ohh, man”. He writhed his tongue in and out of my stink hole, slithering it around, in an out, sucking on it, spitting in it, licking all around. It was making me nuts. I did my best to arch my back low and keep my ass pressed his way as he gave me a tongue ride like I had never experienced before. He paused and spit on my pulsing hole a few times and licked at my nest some more. Finally he pulled away and I heard him spitting on his hands again and rubbing down his meat. “You ready bro?” He asked. “Ohhh yeah.” I muttered as beads of sweat rolled off of me in every direction. “Good, then roll over on your back.” I quickly turned over and situated myself on my back as he continued to spit on his fat bent cock. He lifted my legs up against his chest as he saddled up to me. My heart was racing and I was breathing harder than ever. Sensing my body’s adrenalin reaction to his pending assault, he laid down over me so that we were face to face. My legs now wrapped around his torso, he leaned in and we kissed for a brief few seconds in a passionate heat like I have never felt. “Relax man”, he said with a smile. We looked into each other’s eyes and kissed again. He then arched back up and began getting to business. He slowly started working his curved meat stick into my waiting hole. His thick head bore down on it’s target and began slipping in with a sharp wave of pain. I flinched and winced as he passed the gate and pressed on. Looking down at me with a pleasure smirk he said, “Just relax man, I’ll take it easy”. He was lying, he always said that before he began jack hammering me like his little bitch. Like the bull he had always been he fucked me hard and long, pounding by hole, reaming me open with his athletic force and stamina. We changed positions a number of times in what seemed like the longest fuck in my life. I swear he pounded me for a half hour. Sweat was running our of our bodies, my back was stuck to the wet bed. Geoff hovered over me and laid on me, our sweaty chests sliding back and forth while he fucked me raw. We kissed off and on and he pulled out of me occasionally to spit on his cock and wet my hole up. It was heaven and hell. My ass was hurting, I felt torn open, hot and burned from his friction. But it felt so good to have Geoff’s body, his smell, his sweat all over me. I finally got so hot that my balls blew their juice, spraying my jizz between our sweaty heaving chests. Geoff smiled at me with a devilish grin as he wiped up a few ropes of my seed and lubed his cock with it, then slid back into me. He then lifted himself into push up position over me and began bull-fucking my sloppy hole with a renewed vengeance. I wrapped my legs around his bucking body and squeezed my hole as tight as I could as the sound of ass slapping filled the air. Harder and harder he jack hammered as I winced in pain and let out a loud, “Aahhhh, Owwwww, Ahh Ahh Ahh, Ohh, Man that …. It …..Oh Oh,” He was on hyper drive for only a short moment before he rolled his head back and moan, “Ohhhhhh fuuuck! Yeah baby, Oh yeah.” He pumped my hole full of his spunk as I felt drips of sweat from his hose hit me in the face. Keeping his softening rod in me he collapsed on my chest and we kissed some more, running our hands through each other’s hair. It was the most romantic I had ever remembered him. We laid there for some time afterward, slithering in our stickiness and seething in our smell. Afterward we took a shower together and got cleaned up. My ass was sore and I swore I would have been bleeding, but Geoff assured me it was not the case. We made our way back to the kitchen and I made us some dinner. We were both in that afterglow buzz you get when you both really had good sex. Everything seemed to get a giggle and we kept looking at each other with a smile. I knew I was done. I was in love and there was no question about this time. It was like we were in that same spot 20 years ago but this time I had no inhibitions, no doubts. I wasn't gonna let him get away this time. Finally I said, “So what now?” Geoff just laughed and said, “You want to go at it again?” “That’s not what I meant”, I replied. He looked at me and then down at the food he was sticking with his fork. “I know what you mean Shane”, he said. “Look I didn’t mean to pressure you at all with coming back here. I had no idea I would even see you again. If you want to just hang loose that’s cool with me. If you want to hook up here and there, that’s cool too. If you want to make this more than that, pick up where we left off I'm up for that too.” I knew that I wanted him in my bed from now on. In the past week I had come to know I wanted him in my life as well. I felt like I had the chance to make something right. And now I was the one that might make him uncomfortable for once. I finally pulled back from the table and looked him in the eye. With conviction I never felt before I said it. “I love you”. He looked shocked at first. "Geoff. I love you". His eyes welled up a bit as he replied, “You never said that to me before.” "Well I mean it Geoff. I really mean it", I said almost beginning to tear up myself. We both stood up from the kitchen table hastily and pushing back the chairs and grabbed each other in a tight bear hug. We stood there in the embrace for what seemed like minutes and then gave each other a long kiss again. Our embrace tightened and remained again as we just basked in each other's warmth not wanting to stop. We eventually retreated to the living room and laid on the couch the rest of the night talking and cuddling. Where we were headed together went pretty fucking fast from that point. The gas pedal was mashed to the floor. I told him that he should move in to my house. He needed a place and I had one. He happily agreed and that only made our night that much more exciting. Finally the conversation turned to work and how we were going to play this. Geoff said, “Look, I'm not going to hide who I am. If we are going to go down this road, we need to be honest with people. They’ll find out anyway and talk behind our back.” I suddenly felt scared. “Geoff, do you have any idea about how people will react? We work for a construction company. These guys are rednecks!”, I exclaimed “I mean look at Tony! He’ll fire your ass if he finds out you’re gay” Geoff just smiled and let out a laugh. I did not understand. He then said, “Well, I guess I need to tell you a little bit about Tony”. To Be Continued More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic work of fiction continued from Shocked Part 3 Geoff and I arrived to my house within minutes of leaving the Red Baron Club. I pulled into my driveway and Geoff parked his truck behind. I unlocked the door and showed him in. As I shut the door behind me, Geoff was right there wrapping his big thick arms around me in a confident bear hug. I responded in kind strapping him in close. “Hmmmm,” he said soulfully. Inhaling his smell filled my soul like a powerful drug, warming my body and hardening my cock. I gave him a tighter squeeze and held him tight. It was like pulling the firing pin on a grenade. Pinning him against the door we both fell into it like a couple of hairy dogs in heat. Face to face, cock to cock, we began kissing violently, grinding our rock hard groins into each other. It so powerful to taste him again, to feel his tongue flickering in fire with mine, to smell him. As we cranked up the heat, our breaths became quickened and shallowed, beads of sweat began to form and our musky scent became more pronounced. There was no going back now. I was rock hard and could feel his tool sliding up and down with mine though our pants. I slipped my hands up under his T-Shirt and ran my flat palms across his chest while his moved down into my jeans. We simultaneously grappled and pulled each other’s shirts off and tossed them aside and began hugging and kissing again, basking in the electricity of our bare sweaty chests and scruffy faces rubbing together. His body heat radiating into me was intoxicating. His rough stiff goateed face ground itself into mine, sending chills. His hands had managed to unbutton my pants and were now reaching into my sweaty underwear. When I felt his rough hand encircle my rod we locked eyes. He stared deeply into me as his fingertips smeared my pre-cum around on the head of my cock. “I have wanted you for so long,” he said and landed another deep kiss on me. Then he dropped to his knees and started mouthing my leaking cock, licking it up and down aggressively. He was handling my balls and shaft, squeezing as he massaged my head with his tongue. The jock stud slurped and let muffled moans, pulling me in with his hands grasped tightly around my ass. “Ohh, hmmmm, yeah” I let out. He continued to tongue and suck my cock, alternating from deep throating to sandpapering my piss slit with his tongue toturously. His rough tongue drove me wild with a shiver of electricity up my spine every time he wiped it stiffly across my head. I wanted to get down on his meat just as badly, to taste his dirty sweaty bent cock. I wanted to fuck, be fucked. Give and get. I wanted it all simultaneously. But for now he was on a mission to make my knees shake and my cock fire off. I tried to shift gears and pull away but he grabbed my ass cheeks tighter and sucked harder. Finally I was out of control. “Oh man I’m gonna cum. You keep that up and I am gonna go!” He slithered his tongue up under the head of my cock and sucked on my sensitive spot just as I felt everything tighten up. “I’m gonna........!” His rough tongue was drilling my piss hole when I shot my first rope, splooshing it all over. He then took me in deep as I shot 3-4 more times into his throat. “Oh man, oh fuck!” I groaned as I felt the last of it squirting. “Kiss me”, I said. He pulled off and stood up. He had my warm sticky seed all over his goatee and in his mouth as we locked lips and shared my warm juice. I was a sacrament of male lust, sharing the seed. We looked each other in the eyes giggling and moaning as we enjoyed the moment. “It’s my turn.” I said as I rapidly worked at tearing his 501’s open. I couldn't wait to taste his raunchy curved cock. It had been in his jeans all day at work out in the hot construction site, getting nice and ripe with sweat and piss. His pants down around his knees, I began mouthing his pole tented underwear. He looked so hot with his fuck tool sticking out, bound by the tight white briefs. A nice wet spot had formed where he had been leak pre-cum that I immediately went for. He clasped his hands around my skull as I started licking and sucking the clear slime from his underwear. His groin was gyrating and fucking at my face as his blunt cloth covered tool tantalized my taste buds. I finally slid them down allowing his fat seven inches to swing out. His cock is bent to the left like a banana, a thick blunt banana that could fuck you like nothing else I can remember. I wrapped my lips around him and began savoring his sticky stink rod. It tasted so salty and sour, I couldn’t get enough of it fast enough. I started in fast and furious, licking and deep throating him. He tightened his grip on my head and started fucking my skull with an aggressive rhythm, bottoming out on the back of my throat. It hurt at first as I was not used to it, but I did my best to go with the flow. He was already hot and didn’t last long. Without verbal warning I felt his warm girgling jizz flood my mouth. “Mmmmmm, yeah that’s.....”, he moaned quietly and fell backwards against my front door. He pulled almost all the way out ensuring that his cum spewed out directly across my tongue. I pulled off and licked and suckled his head while he pumped my mouth full. Knowing that we both loved to swap our seed I immediately stood up and we got back into deep sloppy French kissing some more with mouths of warm white. We kissed while our wet sticky cocks rubbed together, our arms squeezed tightly in a tight hug. As it subsided, we both pulled our pants up and went to the kitchen to grab a couple beers. We washed our sticky mouths down and kissed some more playfully as we stood in the kitchen. “Man that was hot,” Geoff said as he gazed into my eyes. “Fuck man, I haven’t gotten down like that in a long time," I replied as I still had the tangle tickle of our cum in the top of my throat. I finally said, “Do you still smoke the green?” He looked at me a bit surprised. “Um, well I guess. I haven’t gotten high in years.” I nodded, “Want to smoke some?” I invited. He smiled with a devilish grin. “Well sure I guess, since it’s a special occasion and all” We went into the living room and sat on the couch. I pulled out my special box from under the coffee table and dug into twisting up a nice fat joint with some Humboldt green. He just laughed, “Man so you still smoke up huh?” “Just once in a while on special occasions”, I said wryly. “What?” he chided. “Like when you get up in the morning and when you get home from work, whenever the newspaper comes?” We both laughed. “You might remember that this little ritual is how we got started together”, I reminded him jokingly. He let out a deep laugh, “Yeah I guess that’s right huh”. Once I finished twisting up the mean doobie, we toked it down. We hung out for a short while and caught up on things, told each other our life stories for the past decade and went through another half a dozen beers. Getting horny again I finally, suggested “Hey, you want to head to my bedroom? Giving him my best wanting devilish grin, “I’d sure like to feel that cock of yours up my ass again”. In seconds we were headed down the hall, skipping and bounding. To Be Continued More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... A tale continued from Shocked Part 2 Monday morning at work was filled with the usual emergencies and fires. The field superintendents always needed me to rescue them from various maladies left off from last week. In the construction business men are men until they need the guy at the office to pull a string or two at the city to get their jobs back on line. Then they're little pussy girls ready to sell their souls. If only they were all cock suckers I would be master of minions. I had always visualized my office as a dark chamber where the guys would line up submissively and offer me sexual favors for my life saving services of construction management. I had been anxious all day to get the call from Geoff. I didn't know where it would all lead. I did know that I was horny as hell though and hit the restroom a couple times during the day to squeeze off some of my internal angst. Finally after lunch, my Nextel phone beeped and a familiar voice chimed. It was Tony our head field superintendent. "What's up?" I replied. In his deep masculine voice Tony said. "Hey me and Geoff are getting together at the job site at 3:00 to get him up to speed on his project. Can you bring an extra set of blueprints for him and be at the meeting so you can answer any questions he might have?" . "Sure thing Tony, see you guys there", I replied as if I could care less. After hitting the bathroom once more I grabbed a set of plans for the project and headed out to la-la land. When I arrived, I followed Tony's tuck into the gravel parking lot. The job trailer was your typical mobile home office you see on construction sites. It's windows had bars, its paint was faded, and a plain white sign on the side that read, "Construction Office". It had a small perimeter chain-link fence large enough for a few trucks to park within. I parked next to Tony as he got out of his truck wearing his trademark faded construction guy attire topped off with a set of slick Ray-Bans. I could undress this guy and lick him down for hours and never tire. He looked my way with his sexy Italian smile and tipped the brow of his hard hat toward me. "Hey cocksucker! Glad you made it on time for once!", he chided. He's always a gent. He had a roll of blueprints in one hand and a couple of company T-Shirts in the other. As we walked up the metal steps to the door, it flew open with Geoff bounding out to greet us. "Hey guys", he invited with a smile and a wink to Tony and I. He stepped back as we strode into the aged, gritty job office. Geoff looked as good as ever, wearing a pair of mildly worn Levis and a set of brand new leather Doc Marten work boots. He had on a black "Marines" T-Shirt that hung on him well, highlighting his bulging arms and the wings of his upper body. We exchanged seeking glances as I passed by him and proceeded to the desk. Tony sat his stuff down and did the cool dude fist kiss thing with Geoff, saying "Shane has a set of plans for you. We can go over my marked up set and you can take notes for yours". I looked up at Geoff and handed him the plans, "Thanks", he replied with a smile. Tony and Geoff seemed to have a pretty good rapport already I thought. The Italian Stud was in a hurry and wanted to get right to it, so we spent the next 10-15 minutes going over the construction plans. Tony led the meeting and pointed out the pertinent details to Geoff. I really didn't do much but grunt and agree whenever Tony looked toward me for agreement. Geoff and I made eye contact occasionally. But we both seemed to be avoiding it. I was getting the sense that he was as nervous or apprehensive about this as I was. When we finally got done, Tony sat down across the desk and handed Geoff the T-Shirts he'd brought with him saying. , "Here are the shirts I promised you". Geoff grabbed the stack of red shirts and held one up to examine it. Laughing he said, "So does this mean I`m one of the guys now?" It was the standard issue red T-Shirt with our "LMJ Construction" emblazoned across it. Geoff reached down and pulled his black shirt up out of his belted jeans and peeled it up and off of him. Exposed was his tanned and lightly haired flat stomach and buff chest. With his arms in the air, his armpits lush with thick hair got my eye and my cock. My pulse quickened. As he started to put on one of his new red shirts he caught me eyeing him and shot me a quick smile. "Damn dude!" Tony remarked. "You looking pretty good man! San Diego hasn`t been that bad to you after all:" Geoff smiled at him and replied, "I try to keep the playground maintained". Tony jabbed me in the side and kidded, "Do you see that?" . I just looked at him and nodded. Geoff never had to work at it. "Asshole!", I thought to myself. Tony just shook his head and said, "Shit I gotta work out three times a week to keep my girly figure". He finally leaned back and looked over at me and back at Geoff, "So you two went to high school together huh?" For the first time in the meeting Geoff and I stopped and looked at each other for a few seconds. "Yup", I finally answered looking back and forth at both of them as if it were inconsequential . Geoff nodded in agreement. "Geoff here was the QB on our football team, star hitter in baseball, and all that other shit too", I told Tony. Nodding as if he already knew, he looked at me and asked, "So did you guys play together?" . Play together? If he only knew. "Me? No, I didn't play sports". It got awkwardly silent. Tony looked at me rubbing his bushy goatee with his patented quizical look. Geoff said nothing and just rocked in his chair looking at the two of us with a smirk.. "Right", he slurred as if to be contemplating. "Well I'll take off and let you two catch up." Tony finally said. "I've gotta get over to another project before everyone takes off for the day". He then stood up and headed out the door. I was finally in a room alone with Geoff. As we heard Tony drive out of the parking lot and down the street we finally looked each other in the eyes reading each other to see who would make the first move. Geoff blinked. "You want something to drink? I got water and Pepsi in the fridge." "No. I could really use a beer though," I replied. Geoff let out a quiet laugh and smirked. "Yeah me too." He walked around the desk, sat down and leaned back in his chair with his hands clasped behind his head. Damn he looks so good and he doesn't even know it. "Man, it has been a long time", he finally said with a sigh. Reeling with nervous energy I replied. "I was pretty shocked when I heard your voice walking into the conference room last week. I just about shit my pants". He smiled. "Do I still do that to you?" I scratched my face before I awkwardly went on. "Look man, I never really said I was sorry about ... back then. You know. I just... I hope it isn`t going to be an thing now..." He nodded his head back and forth and said, "No. No need for that man. We were kids." I continued, "I tried looking you up when I moved back from college but you were gone. Later I found out you signed up for the Marines and got married." Geoff looked at me pensively as I spoke. There was a new look in his eyes of something that was never there before. "Really? You tried to get a hold of me when you got back huh?" he remarked. "I wish you could have". Looking back at him with a new found directness I replied. "I wish I could have too". We just sat there and stared at each other and had one of those moments where two people just look into each other with silence. It was comfortable now. He finally broke the silence, "So you want to get that beer?". His invite making my day. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot. You want to go down to the "Red Baron Club" on fourth street?" "Yeah sure," he replied. "That place is still open huh?". He quickly shut down and locked up the office trailer and we were on the road toward the watering hole in town, Geoff following behind. During the short drive I did my best not to let my mind run with expectations and hopes. I wanted badly to get deep inside his jeans and feel his thunder again, no doubt. But for the first time I was feeling something more. When we got to the bar we made our way to the back of the old dimly lit place. It wasn't quite 5:00pm yet so the place wasn't full of the regulars yet. The Red Baron Club was one of those old school bars that didn't attract the new young hipsters, it was too scrungy and intimidating. It's a place older blue-collar guys who want to shoot some pool, get a bite to eat and throw a few back after work go to. We sat in one of the last booths in the back affording us some privacy and quiet. By the time we were seated the waitress was already there asking what we wanted. Geoff looked at me and asked, "Is it still Samuel Adams?" I nodded yes with surprise. "Two Sam Adams", he told the waitress. I shook my head, "Man you never miss a beat do you?" He smiled back at me. "I try not to." I finally dove right in and asked, "So what brought you back here?" He leaned back and cracked his knuckles, letting out a long breath. His thick eyebrows scrunched up as he asked, "Long story or short story?" I looked back into his deep brown eyes, "The story that matters." Over the next half hour he went on to tell me that shortly after I left for college he got a job in construction here in town for about a year or so. When the first Iraq war started with Desert Shield and then Desert Storm he felt the call and joined the Marines. He ended up going over there just in time for the war to be over and spent the next few years in the Marines at Camp Pendleton, just north of San Diego. In the midst of it he had gotten married to a woman from the area. Once he got out of the Marines he got a construction foreman job down there and they set out to live happily ever after. As the third or fourth round of beers arrived he had gotten to the part of how he came to be in front of me. "I loved her a lot, but it just wasn't real", he said. Looking into my eyes seriously and steady he paused and asked. "Can I be completely honest with you?". "Of Course," I replied. He rubbed his chin, "I mean about you and me, and what we used to do. You have any issues with that?” I leaned back and gave him the reassuring look he needed. "Man I have no hang ups at all. In fact I was hoping we could talk about it. So shoot.” I replied. He took a drink of his beer. "Fact of the matter is Shane, I'm gay", he said quietly looking down at his beer. He looked for a negative response in my eyes but I gave none. "It took a lot of years of living a lie that hurt people around me but that's it. That's why I am divorced." Looking up at me with a touch of sadness he went on. "I could never have sex with my wife without shutting my eyes and wishing I was with a dude, I imagined it every time." He took another long draw off his beer. "I ended up hooking up with a couple of guys off the internet down in San Diego off and on to feed it. One thing led to another and I ended up getting caught." Letting out a deep sigh of sympathy I could only say, "Fuck man, that sucks". He looked at me longingly for a moment. In all the years we got together in our youth I had never seen the vulnerable side of this man. He had always the tough guy jock persona who never felt anything but anger or machismo. He never let himself be open to ridicule or threat. "Yeah it was a fucking mess alright. It was pretty rough. She kicked me out, told everyone we knew including my family that I was a fag she caught fucking around with other guys. She made a revenge parade out of it." Dumfounded and struck I replied, "Fuck, no way!" He rubbed his hairy square jaw again and said. "Yeah, way." He looked at me and took another drink and then continued. " I ended up losing most of my friends pretty quick. The company I worked for was owned by Mormons. They were nice people but weren't hip to that. I got let go when they found out. So, that was pretty much it for me down there". I leaned back in my seat and tried to digest what I had just heard. What had been my lust for this stud who re-entered my life had just turned into a deep feeling of brotherly concern and empathy. He had just gone through a closeted man's nuclear scenario. I finally asked, "What about your Dad? I mean he knows too right? But you are here living with him? So what happened there?" He motioned the waitress for another round before he smiled and said, "Well that's the bright spot in all of this mess. My dad has been my ally in this whole thing." I just muttered, "No shit?" He smiled and his eyes filled with that look I had been trying to figure out. "My dad has been divorced from my mom since I was five." When I was growing up he always told me it was because they just didn't get along and fought too much. Well, it turns out that he and I have something in common if you know what I mean." My jaw dropped and hit the table next to my sweating beer. "No fucking shit! Your dad? Really?" Geoff smiled and replied. "Really. He admitted it to me right after this whole thing blew up. He had been hiding it all these years from me. We had a long father son talk and he told me a lot of things. Most important was not to waste my life living the lie like he did. So, long story short he told me to get back up here and he would help me get back on my feet." I sat there quietly in shock. Geoff continued, "So I made the decision to face up to it and see where it leads. I am out in the open". I could not believe what I was. hearing. Of all the things I expected to hear or expected to happen this was not it. As I sat there in amazement trying to think of what to say he said, "So enough about me. Tell me about you." His story had hit home with me like a car bomb. In the past two decades I had lived essentially the same scheme as he. I got married, tried to live the "normal" life but bailed out. My marriage didn't end with a bang, but it ended for the same reason. I felt convicted of my own lie. I was being called on my reality by my first love who had just walked through the fire. Suddenly beginning to choke up I responded with a nervous din, "About me huh? Where do I start after all that?' Geoff looked at me with a sincere but interrogative gaze. "Tell me what you are thinking right now". "I think we ought to move this conversation somewhere else", I replied making a facial motion to the crowd of after-work men who now filling the bar around us. Geoff looked back at me as to measure my intentions. "I'm not trying to get lucky" I joked. "I just have a story too and if I have another beer or two here I wont be able to drive." Geoff got a sexy grin on his face. "Well I wouldn't mind getting lucky though". The air got a lot lighter as we both chuckled. We paid the tab and headed for my house. To Be Continued More...

I dont know. To me fag hag means just that.........an unattractive fat chick that can't get a man who likes to hang around gay guys for a non-confrontational, non-threatening, relationship. Maybe I'm wrong, but the fag hags in my life have always fit that bill and wanted another "girlfriend" to talk about men they could not have with. The hot women who hit on me not knowing my sexual preference are another whole breed. [edit after I re-read a few posts] spunxter hit it pretty good - and yep they like to think someday they'l get you to get smashed and dive into their tuna.