[Gruntraq] Skinhead Construction 6

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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.

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