Construction Man

As I worked with CMS 2.0, I realized why the company had been eager to get purchased.  It was a clone of our system with four great enhancements; that meant they had essentially stolen our design and added the features.  That made it easy for me to write the training manual, and within a week, I had a rough draft.

Steve’s truck was gone after 3 days. I stayed inside. I didn’t want to give him an opportunity to talk to me. On day two, a police car pulled up behind my car, and I saw Jim go talk to him. He and the officer were laughing, and I noticed Jim point toward Steve’s truck and toward his room. Knowing Jim, they were probably just shooting the shit, as Jim called it, and he pointed in that direction in case Steve was watching.

I emailed the document to the office ‘grammar policewoman’ for a proofread, and settled back to work on a few other projects with a lower priority, but I had trouble concentrating. I slipped on my shoes for a quick walk around the hotel and maybe a few words with Joe. Seeing Jim near the street in front of the nearly completed Taco Bell, I headed in that direction. I waited until he finished telling some landscapers exactly what he expected, and then he turned to face me.

“Are you going to have time for lunch?”

Jim looked at his phone. “Naw, babe, not really, could you grab me something? The schedule’s really tight today.”

“No time for a quick protein injection, huh?”

“You’re bad. I gotta get going.”

“I’ll bring you some tenders,” I told him.

He said I was bad. It wasn’t that many nights ago that he asked me to urinate inside his ass. That, I thought, is some kinky shit. But I had to admit the thought of it got my heart beating a little faster. I wasn’t sure why, though. It seemed rather disgusting. We’d have to do it in the tub, and tub sex was always a little more difficult because of the size constraints. Would he want to release it into the tub or move to the toilet? And there was the question of fecal matter. Fecal matter was always a possible part of anal sex, but this could be like a piss enema.

I just wasn’t sure.

And was this something he just threw out there, or was it something he needed? He hadn’t brought it up again. He was waiting for me to ponder it a bit before giving my decision.

And what if he didn’t like my decision? What if he wanted to fill me with his piss?

I ordered our meals and walked back to the building. Jim was on the phone. “I know they’re not scheduled to begin installation until next week. I’m just letting you know that they can start earlier if they want to. The interior just passed that last inspection. The landscaping will be done today, and I’m waiting to hear about the parking lot painters.”

It gave me a headache to think about how many things he had to coordinate, but he was a natural with it. I saw him hand up the phone and roll his eyes. He walked over to me and whispered, “Ever fuck on a concrete floor?”

I gave him a sideways glance.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck inside one of these after it’s been built.”

“So you want to take me naked on a concrete floor?”

He did his evil grin face. “Yeah.” He did a quick raise and lower of his eyebrows.

“Is the floor clean?”

“Fuck yeah. I knew you’d say yes. I love you.” He kissed me in front of the workers with no hesitation. “You can bring a towel. I’ll text you.”

I handed him his tenders and went back to my work in the hotel room. I’d left my cell phone behind, and the display indicated my supervisor had called. There was also a text message. “Call me.”

I called, and the conversation was very unpleasant. Steven had reported that I was sleeping in my hotel room with ‘a bimbo’ and he was aware that I was not spending my workday on workday activities.

I countered that I had been. All my work was on time or ahead of schedule.

I was told to report to work in the office the next Monday or I would be fired.

I replied with, “Thank you for making me aware of who is in charge at the office as well as how my timely work is appreciated. I want you to be aware that I am not comfortable working in an office with a man who seduced me before stealing vital information from our company. This information is on file with HR; I have a copy in my possession. You have chosen Steve Reiner over me.” I hung up the phone.

Immediately checking my company email, I saw that the email with the link to the document I had shared had not been opened. I unsent it; then I unshared the document. Why should they benefit from work they are claiming I didn’t do.

I stewed the rest of the afternoon.

As it got closer to Jim’s quitting time, I showered, cleaned, and lubricated myself. I rolled a large towel, and I waited for a text as I watched outside the window. Jim was the only person I saw as he walked around the building. He disappeared from view, and a text lit up my screen.

“Come in the side door and latch it behind you.”

I felt a tingling in my groin.

Walking over, I took my towel, a small bottle of lube in my pocket, and a little bit of the anger I had from my earlier conversation. The side door was unlocked, and I locked it behind me. A large room with a bare concrete floor that would later become the seating area was before me. I couldn’t see Jim, but I walked to the center of the floor, spread the towel, and removed my clothes. I got on my back. The floor was ice cold.

I shouted into the stillness. “Your dick better be hard. Come fuck me, or I’ll find someone who will.

Jim stepped out from the shadows. He was completely naked. His dick stood straight out at attention.

“You want my ass?” I questioned. “It’s waiting for you.”

Jim continued to walk toward me, slowly.

I spread my ass cheeks apart. “My pussy is aching for your cock. Show me how much you want it.”

Jim knelt down and shoved his cock into me.

“No, wait,” I hollered. “It’s too big to do that. Oh, fuck it hurts.”

Jim leaned forward as he continued to fuck me and covered my mouth with his hands. “Shut the fuck up and take it.” He continued to piston in and out of me. It felt wonderful. The head of his dick rubbed against my prostate, and my cock twitched in response. I was trying to keep myself from coming, but my seed oozed out of my stiff dick like lava flowing down the side of a volcano and then it spurted out over the two of us. Jim pulled his cock out of my ass and sprayed cum all over me.

Running his fingers through the hair on my chest, mixing his cum with mine. I saw his smile, “You’re going to need a shower to clean up this shit mess on your chest.” He nuzzled into my ear.

I kissed him.

He touched my chin with his index finger. “We gotta get dressed and get out of here. I found out they’re sending security to watch the place starting tonight; otherwise, I’d stay here and we could screw a few more times.”

I sat up and grabbed my shorts. We dressed quickly, and we were almost back to the room when a guard arrived.

Emotionally, I wanted to tell Jim about my earlier conversation; I wanted to hear his supporting words, but I physically needed him to hold me. We showered and kissed and helped each other get clean.

We ended up in bed after drying off. We held one another. I broke the silence. “I need to talk about work.”

“You do? So do I. I’ve been avoiding it. What’s going on with you?”

I began. “I think Steve stirred up things at work. He told them I’m not getting my job done, and they want me to come back to the office. The thing is, I filed a complaint against him just before he left the company. When he left, there was no reason to pursue it. Now they want me to work in the office, and I’m not comfortable doing it.”

“Before I say anything,” Jim replied, “are you asking for advice, support, or for me to tell you what to do?”

“Maybe all three,” I told him. “I wanted to continue to work at home, which meant traveling with you and working out of whichever hotel we were in.”

“Well, Aaron, that leads us to my work problem.” Jim sat up. I reached up and rubbed his back.

“Just say it.”

He took a deep breath. “I’ve been offered a position at headquarters.”

“Well, that’s usually a good thing. Do you want it?”

“It was my goal when I started this job.”

“You say that as though it isn’t your goal now.”

“You’re my goal now.”

I chuckled. “Sweetheart, they don’t have to be mutually exclusive.”

“I know, but the job’s in California.” Jim turned to face me.

“Well, it’s not like California is the earthquake capital of the US,” I replied.

“Yeah, it is.”

“No, since they’ve started fracking, I think Oklahoma has more earthquakes,” I stated without judgment.

Jim sat, quiet for several moments. “Fucking fracking.”

I sat up next to him. “Baby,” I nuzzled his neck. “There are worse places than California to live. Can’t think of any at the moment, but if you’re worried that I won’t want to leave Texas, don’t. Just because I’d prefer to stay here doesn’t mean I won’t follow you anywhere.”

Jim kissed me.

“Maybe I can get a job there, too, and we can commute.”

Jim kissed me again; then he reached down and massaged my dick to full erection. He straddled me and pushed down until I was deep inside him.

I thrust up into him, and he leaned forward and kissed me again.

“Know what I want, baby?”

I smiled. “What Jimbo?”

“I want pancakes. After you finish fucking me, let’s go to Cracker Barrel.”

“I prefer waffles. I don’t think they have waffles at Cracker Barrel,” I said as I grabbed his shoulders and pumped into him with more force.

“Fuck that feels good. You want to go to the Waffle House? I know it’s one of your favorites.”

“Oh, are you squeezing your ass around my dick? Fuck me, I like that. Let’s compromise,” I said as I shot my load into him.

Jim closed his eyes. “Yeah, that’s good. How about we go to IHOP?”

“Yeah,” I said with a deep breath. “IHOP always reminds me of you.”

“How’s that?” asked Jim.

“Rooty Tooty Fresh ‘n Fruity.” I laughed. “Plus, you always fill me up at the start of the day.”

Aaron quit his job. Jim took the job in California, so he was no longer a Construction Man. His new title was Vice President of Land Acquisition and Procurement. Jim made enough money for the two of them, so Aaron stayed home to write gay mystery novels. They continued to fuck at least once each day.