125, The County Road

125, The County Road

BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM.

The sound of hammers on 2-by-4’s, pounding nails into pine like a revved-up jackhammer.

It is so fucking hot my balls are sweating, not only from the temperature but from the hard-on I have been sporting for two hours now.

We are under a damned deadline; we must get this building framed today. There is no other way around it. The several days of rain had set us behind so we are working at a rapid pace when any other time we would have been drinking beers at the bar across the street. The guys and I are all shirtless, bare chested and with sweat running deep into our jean shorts. It is our standard dress, we would be working naked, I bet, if we were not within shouting distance from the bar.

The more water we chugged down, the wetter we became. It finally got to the point where we had to stop for the day. The exhaustion and short tempers had finally made their appearance among the lot of us.

Rick and I got into the work truck.

"Man, you look beat," Rick said, stating the obvious.

"Yeah, I am, and my cock has been rock-hard for hours, too." I replied.

My shorts had a noticeable tent in them and the chafing from being soaked with sweat made them even more uncomfortable.

 

"Man, I need to get these things off, I am being rubbed raw," I said aloud, not really caring or asking his permission. I ease the shorts down and my cock hits my stomach as its full erection was no longer restrained by the cut-off Levi shorts.

"Whoa, man, why'd you do that?" Rick asked.

"Why'd think, I told you, "I answered, exasperated.

"I hope you have some more shorts to put on, I do not want to see your hairy cock on the drive back to the hotel," Rick whined.

"Hey man, deal with it, you have seen my cock numerous times, "I said, "why the whining."

Rick shrugged his shoulders. He had no argument to give back to me.

"If you have such a big fucking problem with it, get naked yourself, I don't care," I told him.

That was all the prompting he needed, he was naked in an instant and was packing a boner to rival my own.

"Feel better?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I do," he said.

I touched my cock and noticed that I was leaking pre-cum.

"Hey man, you wanna go for a swim?" Rick asked as we made our way down US27.

"Where?" I asked. “You know some secret swimming hole ‘round here?”

"No, not a swimming hole but I have a friend from high school who lives not too far from here, he has a pool," Rick answered.

"Man, if you haven't noticed my cock is rock hard and needing some attention," I said. "You want me to go to a guy's house I do not know with a raging hard-on?"

"Relax man, it's alright, it will be fine, trust me," he said, "just let me call him, tell him we are on our way."

Rick calls his friend. Afterwards we make our way to the house; both of us are still hard, I would lazily touch my cock and spread the pre-cum over my massive cockhead. I was so damn horny and needed some relief. Rick had not hidden his horniness either, he was stroking his cock and the pre-cum was leaking from it just as much as mine. We made it to his friends’ house; I was glad it was twilight; it would have been hell to explain to a cop why two naked guys with raging hard-ons were driving down the road if we were to get pulled over.

The house was tucked away down some country back road. Down 125, the County Road.

As we approached, Rick told me to blow the horn. I did. A house light came on plus a security light too as we approached.

A man of about forty-five came out the front door, naked as I was in the truck. He looked to be in pretty decent shape, muscular and with a cock flopping about as he walked. I swear it looked to be about eight inches, maybe more, and he was soft.

"Stay here, let me go talk to my friend's dad, that’s him." Rick said.

Rick did not shy away from getting out of the truck, naked, and still hard and dripping his pre-cum. I was floored. What was going on here? Rick walks over, shakes this man's hand and they laugh for a minute or two.

"Hey, cut the fucking truck off and come over here, "he shouts and waves me over to them. I got out of the truck. As I do I think to myself. What the fuck is going on here.

"So, we have two guys here with massive hard-ons," the man says as I walk up, "not the first time or the last at this house."

"Mr. Bob Warren, this is my good friend, Phillip. This is the guy I am working with down there on that new building on SR27," Rick says as he introduces me.

"Nice to meet you, Phillip, nice cock, you got there," Mr. Warren says as he gives me a long once over as I stand before him in my nakedness.

"Thanks, "I reluctantly say, "I think."

"Phillip, Bob here has a strict no clothes policy at his home, "Rick explained, "When his wife left, he decided his home would be naked."

"And that has been my rule for many years, now, I do not wear any and neither do any of the men who come here. If you get hard like you two guys are," Bob said, "…and like I am starting to, the hell with it. We are men. Enjoy being a man. And enjoy your hard-ons, its natural."

I was shocked but I tended to agree. I always got naked when I was at home and when we worked on our out-of-town jobs. I was always naked in the hotel rooms, and the guys I worked with knew it and accepted it. They had no choice, they had to deal with it. Most joined me. It was not an issue.

"So, you guys wanna go for a swim?" Bob asked.

"Yes!" I answered.

"Rick knows where the pool is, I will get us some beers and meet you out back, " he said, "looks like you guys have two raging hard-ons that need some attention, too. I may be able to help with that."

"What?" I exclaimed.

"C'mon man, the pool is this way," Rick, said as he headed out to the backyard on this slowly darkening day.

What did he mean went through my head, both? I got harder thinking about it.

We got to the pool. All we had left to remove were our work boots and socks. It felt good to be naked in the twilight air. I took some spit and gave my cock a few strokes. I had grown up in a household where nudity was shied upon, but when I got to college. I changed. Seeing guys and girls naked in the same showers surprised me, the surprise did not last long though. I am an athletic guy; I know I have been admired by guys. And I am okay with it. I have jacked off with a guy or two, it is just something guys do or guys that I have known do.

Mr. Warren, Bob, came out of the back door with a wide toothed smile and a raging boner; he had put on a cock-ring, so his cock was harder and longer than what it had been earlier. It looked to be about ten inches and thick.

"FUCK! "I exclaimed. I had caught myself thinking aloud what I had only said in my head to myself.

"Thanks, Phillip, I have gotten that reaction before, "Bob chuckled, slyly.

"Son, you are not lacking yourself, either. What are you, about nine inches?"

"Yeah!" I answered, proudly. "I am nearly nine inches."

"C'mere son, "Bob said. "Let ole Bobby see that piece of man-meat you are a sportin’ up close."

I caught myself doing what he asked. He had sat down in a lawn chair, one of many that lined the perimeter of the pool. He gave his cock a few strokes, using some of his own spittle as I used mine. My cock was in line with his face. He took his hands and ran them through my dense dark pubes. My cock responded and got even harder. I was so hard now; I could swear my cock was turning purple. It had been hours now of being this hard. I had softened some on the job site to over to Bob's house but once I got back into the night’s air, I was as hard as I had been when I was pounding the boards with all those nails.

He took me in his mouth. The warmth of it felt like the best thing I had ever experienced in all my life. I melted. I grabbed the back of his head and began to force face-fuck his mouth. He removed my hand from the back of the head and eased up from the sucking on my cock.

"Phillip, son, enjoy it." He said. "Let me massage that wonderful piece of man-muscle. Relax. Go with it."

"Okay."

The fieriness of my youth and my horniness overwhelmed me. I was one to do a quick fuck and be about my business, conquering the next pussy that opened its legs for me. It was the same when I jacked off. Wham. Bam. Thank you, M'am. But this was different. I had never been blown by a man before, much less a man that was slightly younger than my own dad.

He took me back into his mouth. He went down to my pubes and back up the veiny shaft again. He would gently suck and suck as he went the whole length of my rigid cock. When he got to my cockhead, he would run his tongue over it and poke the tip of his tongue into my piss hole. Damn! It felt good.

I could feel the tension building in my balls, as he sucked and sucked. I was approaching the point of no return and knew I was about to cum. I felt my cock tense up, now was the time. As I was attempting to pull out of his mouth, he sucked harder and would not release it; I shot my load down his throat. I was spent. Drained. But he sucked more, getting the rest of the seed out of my rapidly deflating cock.

"Fuck!" I yelled, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

He let go. He guided me to a chair as I had begun shaking like a maniac and I had not realized it. It was quiet for a moment. Time had stood still it seemed.

"Damn, son, you have such sweet spunk!" He said. "It is just as tasty as Rick's."

It was then I was brought back to reality. I had forgotten about him. I looked over and Rick was in another lawn chair stroking his cock. It was then he exploded. The cum covered his chest and his face. Bob walked over. Ran his fingers over Rick's body, took cum from his body, placed it in his mouth, and swallowed it. Throughout all this Bob's cock was still hard and just as purple as mine had been earlier. Surely, he was about to burst through that stretched cock-ring. He took some of the cum-spittle into his mouth and onto his cock and began stroking. It was a matter of seconds before he blew his load, too. He shot his cum into the pool as he stood at the pools edge; the white man juice looked like milk as it hit the water. Bob had the virility and stamina of a man unlike any I had seen before that was his age.

He yelled. "Fuck!" as I had done when I shot my load. He collapsed onto a chair. We all caught ourselves looking at each other and let out a collective "DAMN."

This is what it feels like to be a MAN!