[Gruntraq] The Dirty Contractor & Realtor Ben

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An erotic story of hot dick hardening fiction staring The Dirty Contractor

I have been at flipping houses for about 10 years now. I’m my mid 30’s and fit the stereotype of your typical lone wolf construction contractor. I’m about 6’-0 and

190 lbs, well built and tanned. I keep my hair short and my goatee thick and bushy. I shave my mug at least 3 times a week, letting it stay rough mostly. You will usually find me wearing 501’s, worn leather work boots and a T-Shirt. I will put on a golf shirt once in a while if I am meeting a client or a realtor, but I am as construction guy as it gets.* I drive a lifted diesel F-350 pickup with a lumber rack too. I’m a clone, I admit it.

I get plenty of sex because I'm a stud. That’s what they tell me anyway when they are getting their brains fucked out. I’ll fuck women or men, but my favorite mark is a butchy little guy with a nice tight ass. I am not all that into twinkie flamers, but I will fuck them when I just need a piece of ass and don’t want to go through a lengthy conquest. They are an easy lay that has few risks. They have fag written all over them and I know I won’t get embarrassed barking up the wrong tree.

But for whatever reason I get the most satisfaction out of getting it on with a good old fashioned red-blooded stud. It takes more work but seeing a good looking guy getting off when I am drilling him deep or getting the best blowjobs only he can give makes men the best trophy game for me. Obviously I am mostly a top. I bottomed once once in a while for good buddies but giving it is where I am naturally wired. Nobody has complained about it yet and they always come back for more.

Today while waiting for my realtor to show up I made one more path through the freshly remodeled ranch style house I had just finished up. It picked it up for a song. It was almost a “knock down”, an old 1950’s style home outmoded by today’s functional standards. Most of these past contemporary works of art are demolished so a fashionable new Spanish or Tuscan style ego-box four times their size can be built and sold for a lot more.

I just could not let this one go that way. It was too special, the design too reminiscent of the days when a ‘59 Cadillac with fins would park in the circular drive. I restored it to almost original character, only updating the kitchen and baths with modern contemporary fixtures. I would not make as much money off it this way but it shined up like a new penny. Ben, my realtor was bringing his market analysis over with him so we could set the sale price. I couldn’t wait to show it off, I was proud as a papa.

As I was cleaning up the house before Ben got there my cock was rustling around heavy in my 501’s wanting some attention. I thought about heading to the bathroom for a quick spit but I heard Ben slamming the door of his BMW X5 out in the driveway. I greeted him at the door still sporting solid wood, knowing it would get his attention.

Ben was chipper as usual. As he stepped in the front door he gave me flirtatious smirk and looked down at my tightly packed jeans. After I shut the door, his free hand reached down and grappled at my wood. “Is that a banana in your pants or are just glad to see me”, he joked. I let out a feigned laugh. “It‘s not as hard as it looks”, I said. “I’ve heard that one before”, he replied with his best flaming tone. “You want to hear it again?” I kidded back. Ben waved his finger naughty in my face. “Business before pleasure cowboy”. He then changed the subject and said, “Okay give me the tour”.*

Ben is a consummate professional. He dresses the part of a high end realtor, impeccably clean and neat, groomed to a pin, and almost exotic in character. It does him well in this haughty area where the average sale price for a home is in the $1,000,000 range. His artsy flair and top drawer style makes him a lot of money. Underneath all the Armani he is a very handsome mid-30's gentleman about 5’-10 with a swimmer’s build. He has dark wavy hair and shaves himself clean everywhere else. Clean! His sparkling blue eyes and manicured mug make me feel in high company whenever we are together.*

But he doesn’t mind putting all pretense aside when it comes to getting manhandled by a big roughneck like me. We have gone round many times in our years and he likes getting down and dirty with the best of them. He has no issues with being my bitch and submitting to my coarse and carnal cravings.* I was hoping that business would soon give way to pleasure.

I took him through the 3000 square foot ranch home and pointed out all the pertinent features and remodel work. It was the usual dog and pony show; the pool, the patio, the kitchen, the great room, the yard, and I saved the master bedroom for last. I had installed a whirlpool tub and build a modern glass-block walk in style shower. Ending up at the last point of the walk-through and staring out at the newly landscaped resort style back yard through the master bedroom windows, he finally said. “Well cowboy I think we can move it pretty quick at $650,000. If you want to hold out for the money and wait a little longer, list it for $799,000.” I smiled and said, “Lets move it out at $650,000. I need it sold now.”

He set his binder down on the wet-bar and said, “Great now tell me about that log in your pants”. Standing in the master bedroom we kissed for a few seconds while his hand massaged my growing meat. “You don’t want to hear my story, lets just get to it”, I suggested. We kissed and grappled again with an intermittent giggle. “It’s been a while cowboy”, Ben said with a smile. “You have my phone number”, I replied as I squeezed him in my arms. He nodded and he proceeded drop to the floor and dig into my 501’s to give my throbbing fuck stick some of his expert attention.

I closed my eyes and relaxed as he began playfully licking and massaging my hairy thick tool. He is a cock connoisseur in ways that I can’t explain. He turned his head sideways and sucked on my hairy veined shaft just below my head, writhing his tongue as he pulled my red folds of skin into his mouth. After some electrifying buzz runs across the head and piss slit with his rough tongue he took me into his mouth balls deep. He was a sword eater indeed. His smooth dimpled chin pressed against my balls as he sucked my manhood hard and tight.

After his initial taste in, he bobbed and sucked while cosseting my balls with his smooth hands while I grunted and moaned. He plays me like a violin, bringing me to a boil and backing off. Just when I feel my juices flowing he moves to my balls and licks at them. After my coming orgasm subsides he goes at it voraciously again. How he knows where my bleeding edge is, I will never know. But 10 minutes has gone by and he has brought be up to the blowing point and down a number of times now without letting me explode. It is a* torture I can only hope continues all day. But it cant.

As my hips were now uncontrollably humping up and down I said in desperation, “I gotta fuck you now”. I wanted to lay this bitch on his back and drive him across the bedroom floor til his head knocked on the baseboard. I could control my cock longer this way and what a rush. The way he was working me now I was not in control and almost over with. He paused from his evil torture to reply, “Sorry cowboy. I don’t want a sloppy ass all day while working the open house. You can fuck me later”. I shut my eyes and let my sweating scalp hit the floor again.

As his fire-like tongue slithered in and out of my piss hole, lapping up my streams of juice I felt his wet finger sliding into my stink hole. He was moving in for the kill. His slippery sliding digit found my hot-button and began fucking at it violently as he deep throated me again. Finally letting go, a shiver of energy shot up my cock shaft and exploding into his wet writhing mouth. “Ohhhhhhh man, Ahhhhhhh” I blurted out as I bucked up and down on his finger and into his face.*

The explosion of my white warm seed in his mouth was met by a swallowing and closing sensation on my shaft. His tongue lapped up my flowing cum and shoveled it into his throat as he milked me. I arched my back and rolled my head back and forth on the carpet as he pigged down on my load, wringing my cock out like a rag in his hands. ”Oh man you kill me!” I exclaimed. “You kill me”. He smiled at me as he finished cleaning off my meat.

He got up and washed off his face in the master bath as I my 501‘s buttoned back up. After we got both of our clothes on and made sure there was no mess behind Ben said, “OK cowboy you need to hit the road. I have an open house to hold and I don’t need some sweaty construction worker hanging around and scaring people”. I laughed and said, “Thanks a lot”. He slapped my ass flirtatiously and said. “I hope you will be thanking me later.”

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