Construction Man

I found my seat, 7A, and immediately texted Jim.  “I’m already missing you.”

Then the trickster side of me came out. I texted Joe. “Do you know Jim Letourneau, the construction foreman who’s staying there?”

The response: “Yes. Why?”

Me: “I think he may be the one, but I need you to play a trick on him.”

Joe: “I shouldn’t, but I will.”

Me: “Tell him there was a noise complaint this morning. People complained he was too loud having sex in the shower.”

Joe: “You are so bad.”

Me: “He’s a great guy.”

Joe: “Wait. He’s pulling in.”

Some preflight announcements came on. The plane was only half full, and the door was being closed. I hated that part. The pressure change when the last door closed always made my ears ache. My phone binged.

Joe: “He’s freaked. And I told him to tell the other guy to keep the loud moans to a minimum. He turned completely red. LOL.”

Me: “I’m about to fly out. Thanks. I love you, Joe. Be my best man.”

Joe: “You know I will.”

An announcement asked us to turn off the phones. I’d hoped to get a message from Jim, but I would have to hold off on that.

I couldn’t wait to get off the plane. We had some rough air, and several passengers had vomited. The smell was worse than the shaking. A sexy male flight attendant that I’d flown with several times came by and asked if I was alright. I asked him to open a window and let some fresh air in. He smiled and said he would try. He gave me a full can of Sprite. It did help calm my stomach.

I deplaned as quickly as I could and made my way to the taxi stand. The meeting was supposed to take place in two hours at the Hilton on Stanley Road. I would have time to shower and change beforehand, so I sat back in the seat. I pulled out my phone. I wanted to laugh as I read Jim’s text.

Jim: “You ain’t fucking gonna believe this. Someone complained that we fucked too loud in the shower.”

He wrote the message just as I was leaving, so he’d been stewing for about 2 hours. I texted back.

Me: “Shit. Someone heard us?”

Jim: “And they know it was two guys”

Me: “What are you going to do?”

Jim: “Fuck if I know. Should I change motels?”

I needed to let him off the hook, but this was just a little fun.

Me: “Ask the manager for a room away from people.”

Jim: “What good would that do?”

Me: “So nobody’s there to hear”

Jim: “Yeah, good idea.”

I stifled a laugh. Jim was so frazzled by this that he wasn’t thinking clearly. I texted Joe.

Me: “Still on duty?”

Joe: “Another 30 minutes.”

Me: “Jim’s coming back with a stupid request. Offer him an extra towel to muzzle the noise. LOL”

Joe: “This will come back on you.”

Me: “Don’t care. Be sure to tell him that I send my love after you see his response.”

Joe: “I should not have done this.”

Me: “Too late. He just texted me that he’s going in.”

Phone silence. I was dying wanting to know what was being said. Then:

Joe: “He seems pissed.”

Jim: “You fucker. You fucking bastard.”

Then nothing.

Joe: “He is texting furiously.”

Nothing again.

Jim: “That was a good one. I love pranks. But I love you more.”

I took a deep breath.

Jim: “But you are going to pay big time for this.”

I had arrived at the hotel. I got my stuff and went into the lobby. I texted one last time to Jim. “Arrived safely. Thinking good thoughts of you. Love you.” My phone binged while I checked in. I didn’t get a chance to look at it until I was in my room.

Jim: “Love won’t save you.”

‘Shit,’ I thought. ‘I’ve awakened a giant.’ I showered and got myself ready for the presentation. There were no more texts until I sent a good-night message.

Me: “Meeting went well. Still thinking of you. Wish I was with you. Have a good sleep.”

Jim: “Jerking my dick. Wish you were sucking it. Tried finger fucking myself and imagining it was you. But my finger is too thick.”

I sent him a kissing emoji and fell quickly asleep.

When I got up the next morning, there was a good morning text. I replied back but didn’t get a reply to my reply. I went through the morning training, and I found my phone was still blank at lunchtime.

My phone was on silent, so I didn’t hear the call from Joe. As I packed my stuff together, I got a message that my flight back was on time. That’s when I noticed the voicemail.

Joe: “There’s been an accident at the construction site. I cannot find out anything, but Jim was taken to the hospital. Let me know when you get here so I can pick you up.”

My heart dropped. I immediately texted Jim.

Me: “Tell me you’re OK.”

Silence.

I threw my stuff in my bag. I called the desk to ask for a taxi to the airport. I practically ran to the desk to checkout. I kept checking my phone, and there was nothing. I called Joe and gave him my flight information. He told me that he had been next to the sight, and it seemed that part of a crane detached and hit three of the men. He couldn’t get any additional information. The news crew that was there didn’t have any either.

My mind was racing in a hundred different directions. If I had had any doubts about my feelings for Jim, they would have been eradicated. I was in terror that he might have been killed. I began to cry at the thought.

The clerk behind the desk asked me if I were alright.

“No,” I told him. “My boyfriend’s been hurt, and I can’t find out if he’s OK.”

He came around the desk and hugged me. “I’ll pray for him and for you.”

I looked up at him, and his eyes were moist as well. “Thank you.” Those were the only words I could get out.

The ride to the airport and the ride home were awful. Joe was waiting for me when I stepped out of the terminal; he knew the hospital where Jim was taken, and he walked with me to the intensive care unit. I asked several questions at the nurses’ station, and I was trying to keep my emotions in check when the nurse indicated that the information was only available to family, and the only immediate family was allowed to see him.

Joe stepped forward. “This is Jim Letourneau’s husband. Is that immediate enough? Several of the men, who happened to be in construction gear, were trying to overhear the answers to the questions, as they hadn’t been allowed to receive information.

The nurse retorted, “I don’t have that data in his chart.”

Joe was quick with his response. “That’s probably because they don’t have the same insurance.”

A skinny kid came up to me. “I knew Jim was seeing a guy. I just knew it. But he was so private with that stuff. My name’s Ron. Jim’s a great guy, a really great guy to work for.” Ron started to sniffle.

A large older man came up and put his arm around Ron. “Hey, kid. It’s OK.” He turned to me. “It’s true. It’s how we all feel. I saw Jim push Ron out of the way. He saved the kid’s life.”

I nodded. “Yeah. That’s the kind of man he is.” I began to cry. A rather large group hug enveloped me.

“Mr. Letourneau, you can go in and see him. I need to tell you some things in private.” The nurse waved for me to follow him.

“You can tell me what you need to say in front of these men and women. We’re family.”

Another nurse shrugged her shoulders at him. “OK,” he said. “The patient is asleep right now, but EEGs are normal. He has an IV and a catheter, but that is normal protocol; it doesn’t indicate any problems. No internal injuries were discovered. The skull is intact; his hard hat seems to have taken most of the blow, but it appears he did get a mild concussion.”

“I thought that you shouldn’t sleep after getting a concussion,” Ron shouted out.

“You shouldn’t,” said the nurse, “until you’ve been evaluated. Then rest can help, plus we’re monitoring him.”

“Thank you. I’d like to go in now.” The nurse took me to a dark room. Jim was on a bed; there were a few wires attached to him. He looked dead. I went to him and held his hand. His eyes fluttered open. “Hello, handsome.” I saw him try to smile.

“My head hurts.”

The nurse whispered, “He’s on some medication that will help with that.”

“Aaron, baby.”

My heart melted.

“Yes, Jim.”

“Can you give me a blowjob? I really need one.”

I heard the nurse chuckle.

“Awe, sweetheart. I’m so glad you asked me instead of one of the nurses. But you’ve got a catheter in your dick. It’s not safe, it could break.”

“Shit, Aaron, that’s not fair. So, I could suck on your pencil-dick with a brain injury but you can’t suck on me because I have a catheter. I doubt I could stretch my neck out far enough to reach your tiny dick.”

“Remember,” said the nurse, “he’s on painkillers.”

“No,” I replied, “he’s fully aware of what he’s saying. He’s trying to embarrass me for having pranked him yesterday. If you look closely, you can see just the hint of a smirk on his face. Plus, he’s jealous because my dick’s bigger than his.”

“The fuck it is,” Jim responded. “They’re the same size.”

“I told you,” I said to the nurse. Then I turned back to Jim. “I cannot believe that I was out in the waiting room sobbing my eyes out and you were in here thinking of ways to belittle me by making this guy think I have a tiny penis. And poor Ron, he thinks you’re dying because you saved his life.”

“Y'all certainly act like a married couple, but the truth is, I know you’re not.”

I felt the color drain from my face.

“You see,” the nurse continued, “Jim said he was single when I checked him in.”

I stood, like a deer in headlights. I didn’t know what to say.

“But he did say that he didn’t think he’d be single for long.”

I held Jim’s hand in mine.

“That’s why I went along with your friend’s lie.”

“Thank you.” I took a deep breath.

Jim was released from the hospital three days later. Joe moved us into the motel’s honeymoon suite. When I saw it I laughed and gave Joe a kiss on the side of his head.

“Stop trying to turn me gay,” he said and then gave me a hug. “I’m so happy for you Aaron. I hope you find the same happiness I’ve had with Donna.”

“Yeah. Me, too.” I looked at Joe.

“Don’t you dare. You’re not going to get me blubbering.”

“I used to think it was the best day of my life. My acceptance day. But the day I met Jim. That was truly the best day. And to think, it started by seeing his hot bod in those dirty jeans and plaid shirt.”

“Just promise me the other guests are going to complain about the sex noise.”

“Did you put us in this room because you have a hole in the wall to spy on us? Or are there cameras?”

Joe sighed.

“If you want, I can ask Jim if he’s ok with your watching us.”

“Sicko.” Joe walked to the door. “Hey, here’s the work van now.”

I walked to the open door. Jim’s friends wanted to bring him from the hospital. He was standing next to the van getting hugs and high-fives from all the guys. He looked so good in his new jeans, and that t-shirt showed off his muscles. Jim was on the thinner side of average, but he had well-defined, strong muscles. Seeing him in that outfit made me hard. I hoped he was up to some fun.

I stood inside the room and looked out the window, the same way I did that first night. I studied how he laughed and joked with his coworkers. I envied that he had friends like that. My coworkers ranged from deranged to assholes. That’s probably why I liked to travel away from there; otherwise, I’d have to find a different job.

Jim looked up and saw me in the window. The door was still open, and I heard him say, “Hey, I need to go. You know how husbands are.”

One of his teammates called him on it. “Yeah, they’re always horny. Remember, you’re one, too.” The others laughed, and I was sure that I saw him roll his eyes.

He came in and closed the door. I heard the latch lock. “Sorry about that.”

“Even though you’re their boss, they’re your friends. They care about you. That shows what kind of boss you are.”

I noticed that his cheeks reddened slightly. “There’s certainly nothing to be embarrassed about. You said it the first day.”

Jim seemed perplexed.

“About having feelings not making you a pussy.”

Jim nodded.

I held up a new bottle of silicone lubricant. “Your catheter is gone. I want you to fuck me.” I stood up and pulled off my clothes. “But first you have to kiss my ass.”

Jim pushed me face down on the bed. “I’ll gladly kiss your fucking ass.”

I felt my cheeks being pulled apart, and Jim’s tongue was sliding back and forth against my hole. I couldn’t stop moaning. If I had been standing up, I’d have fallen over from the dizziness. I felt Jim’s hand pull the bottle from my hand. A few drops of the cold lube on my freshly kissed ass made me shiver. I turned my head to the side and saw Jim tossing his clothes on the chair. I heard the sound of a dick being lubed and then the pressure of his dick head pushing, trying to get inside me. I tightened my ass for a second, and his cock slipped away.

“Fuck!” Jim exclaimed. I knew he would.

Then I relaxed, and his dick slipped right inside me. He was a perfect fit, but then he was the perfect man for me. As he moved his body against me, I could feel his abs contract as he pushed his cock deeper into me. His pistoning continued, and I felt his lips touch my ears. His tongue rimmed the edge of my ear and I felt my cock harden and my ass grip his dick.

“Oh, baby, I felt that. You’re holding tight to me, clamping down on my cock. I like.”

“Jim, I love you. I want you to do this to me every day.” I felt him push my knees apart with his knees. He was fucking me even deeper. I moaned, and he began to thrust harder and faster. I reached down and back to touch his body, but my hands couldn’t reach him. He was pounding me furiously when I felt an immense pressure inside my belly.

“I gave you every fucking thing I had in me,” he growled. “I’m empty; you’ve got all my babies.”

He slid to my side. The sudden loss of his cock made me jerk. I moved onto my side to face him. “I…” I reached up and touched his face. The stress of the last few days and the warmth of his orgasm within me shorted my brain for a moment. I looked at my Jim, and tears formed and dropped to the bed.

He grabbed me with his muscular arms.  “You are such a fucking pussy, Aaron.”  Then he pulled me to him.  “I’m so lucky that you’re my fucking pussy.  I love you.”

Life is going well for the two lovers.  Isn't that when the excrement hits the fan?  His name is Steve.