C'ians Ass

by Fightlad

22 May 2022 4322 readers Score 9.2 (115 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


It was one of my first summer jobs as a college student. I needed the cash and working at construction would keep me fit too. Late nights and early mornings were hell, but the crew were good lads, and it paid well.

We had this job in Cork, working on a plot of new houses. The boss, Peter, was delighted, a big contract for him. Peter decided I was to work on the roof and attic area of a new house. I wasn't skilled but he insisted there was a local lad there who would show me the ropes. He said Cian was just 20 but highly skilled for his age, so I should just follow his lead. 'One more thing too, you're not to go on the roof that's Cians job, he's the one insured, you just get him what he needs'. 

I kind of liked the idea of splitting off from the crew and doing something different but not so much the idea of some lad my age, bossing me around. In the short walk over to the house, I had constructed this image in my mind, of a local asshole trying to order me around, but I would show him.

I hadn't expected the roof to be that high. It took me a while to navigate around walls and scaffolding, to where there was a floor above me, a ladder and on it, a stunning sight.

Three quarters of the way up maybe, a pair of white Nike trainers, worn looking, maybe size 12. White ankle socks clutching thick hairy ankles and bulging through his blue jeans impressive well formed calf muscles. They were flexed, he was stretching upwards into the attic entrance above.

He should have been paid to wear those jeans, scruffy and torn from work but filled by god's gift. It was one of those moments my cock went from zero to 100 % hard, in a split second. It was actually hitting the rung of the ladder in front of me. I was in orgasmic shock, turned on at some primevil level at the sight of his perfection. If this was Cian he was a savage beast.

I read somewhere that males, some anyway, hold the traits of the original alpha males, designed to be strong, grounded, hard, immovable. Others are light and mobile. Cian was the grounded type, and you can tell them by their ass, if it is firm, hard, defined, notable and if it is supported by bulging hamstrings and powerful legs you know you have encountered the alpha beast.

I wondered how tall he was, his feet were big, he could be over 6 foot but that ass belonged to a shorter stocky, wrestler type?

I heard him shout down at me, 'what?' 'Climb up higher you fucking jock strap'.Fuck that authoritive gravley voice, that harsh tone. He kept ordering me higher until I was at his trainers.

The glorious smell of him, Cian's trainer smell was overpowering, pure foot sweat but soapy too. It was highly addictive. 'Youre going to have to get used to being there at me feet, that's you're job now lad to be my skivvy, ha ha.'

What do you say, when someone so sexy, owns you like that, so quickly? I just laughed and uttered 'yeah right, you're Cian, I'm..' ' I fucking know who you are I asked for you, I've seen you working, something I like about you lad, and yes I'm Cian, but you can call me boss'.

I'm going to need you to get that drill down there and pass it up. Make sure the lead is safe, get the big drill bit too? Come on lad you have to learn to obey.

Who puts up with this kind of verbal abuse at work, or maybe he was joking, but why did it turn me on, his tone, that rough accent?

It was a bit of a job getting tools up to Cian, that morning, no wonder his legs were so muscular, that ladder destroyed me. He hadn't said much apart from demanding this tool or tyle. I loved it though, I had every inch of his ass memorised and was deep into his foot scent.

' You're going to have to hold me, I'm going to stretch out to fix the side panel, so you keep me safe, climb up higher, yeah bud right up to my ass and hold me at the waist, got it?

I think I uttered 'yes boss', cos he laughed, but it was how I felt, I wanted to obey him. It was some climb up that ladder, I was cock hard before I even reached his ass. Cian was right too, I had to bury my face deep into his ass to hold him tight enough.

Pure magic is the only way to describe the moment my face touched that butt split in his jeans. The taste of sweaty denim, the odour of a jock sweating and that sweet soapy smell too. The warmth of his ass, the sound of my my stubble rubbing his jeans. Holding him, soft cotton, denim, at the waist, his body heat. 'Grab me higher'  His white football shirt lifted as he stretched, I was holding his neat abs, like stones, chiselled, hard, sweaty.

The more Cian stretched the greater my thrill. I almost felt guilty for such lust, and would have but for that moment, when he twisted sideways, and I caught sight of his cock above me, tenting through his jeans buttons. Cian was hard, very hard. Either heights excited him or he loved me handling him. From what I could see, through that chink in his jeans he had some cock power. In that brief moment my inner eye captured a shot of a thick cock bursting out of a bush of black rough hair. It was red, vibrant, eager.

I had no idea what Cian was doing up there, but it was near 30 celcius and he was pouring sweat down, all over me, like a pleasure shower, covering me in his stench. The more he stretched and wrangled, the better my view of his chiselled physique and it was hell. Lusting after him, stuck on that ladder, wanting to fuck him.

I had him sized up, 6 ft 2 inches, a gym rat for sure but a GAA player too, he had that fit muscular look. Dark black body hair, and from the distant shadows above a good strong jaw. He had to be beautiful too?

He didn't pull punches, from the moment I arrived, Cian had asserted himself. I wasn't surprised when he threw his t shirt down on me. 'wet as fuck, isint it, I'm stinking here, you can drink that sweat, I know you want to ha ha'.

Cian wasint wrong, all I wanted to do was cover myself in his sweaty top and jerk off. Instead I tied it around my waist.

' Time for a break, I'm fucking wrecked, pass me up me water'  I just  obeyed, scurried down the ladder, and back up with his bottle' He laughed: 'The sight of you like a little rat, running around, up and down to me, exactly like I thought, I knew you were after me from the start, that's why you're here bud'..yeah the lad from the safe pass course, remember maybe a year ago, I was smaller than you then, but you know what happened at break, I saw you checking out my cock in the bathroom, you froze and then started to cum when I grabbed you?'

I was shocked, of course I remembered him, he was sitting beside me all day at that training course, he was so fucking hot, a total cute jock in a blue tight t shirt, grey track bottoms and white trainers. I remember his thick muscular arms and how he flexed them all day without even knowing. I felt his ankle link around mine under the desk and his thigh press into mine. I felt his breath in my ear when he whispered jokes to me. That moment too, in the bathroom, standing side by side. I like to think I'm big but Cian was too, bigger though, I'd call him a monster. And yes, he saw me staring at that monster, but he also stared at mine and then deep into my eyes. His were greyish blue and they devoured me.

I remember studying his handsome face, his cheeky grin and cocky confident expression. He slapped my cock, playfully, it erupted. I couldn't stop it. It started deep in my balls like a buzzing feel, a warm buzzing feel, like thousands of fibres of pleasure were charged up, raging, ready to power forward and when they did, they ploughed a field of electrifying pleasure, right through my cock. It was a powerful surge and it pelted out.

Cian got it right in the face. It covered him like thick cream. He stared at me and licked his face. He sucked it all in and like a good wine he savoured it. For a moment we said nothing, then he kissed me and reloaded our cum spit mix back into my mouth. 'Swallow that lad'.

He walked away, leaving me erect at the urinal, gulping spit and cum, in deep orgasm, full of joy, full of ectasy.

Here we are now, me and that lad, the one who destroyed me that day He's chosen me, it's no accident I'm holding him, serving him, obeying him and Cian's even bigger now.