Hottest Booty on the Construction Site

Max and Harry are back on the construction site in Calgary, Canada. Colleagues want to know if the Caribbean cruise was worth all that money, if they cruised chicks with cantaloupe boobs and watermelon butts. Their smile seems to say yes, but they are still thinking of all the zucchini cocks, lemon balls and peachy buns they’ve played with on each deck. To cover up the real attractions of their cruise, they show post cards of sites in Grand Cayman, Jamaica, Colombia, Aruba and Curacao.

The two construction workers don’t mention that a shy-looking artist made a portrait of them in tight jeans, a plaid shirt and boots. They have framed their souvenir and hung the pencil drawing in the living room. Every time they look at it, they get hard just thinking of their threesome with Dwight, his jockstrap fetish, and all the sniffing, licking, tongue-twisting, kissing and caressing in a manly way that went on all night long.

Max and Harry want to relive this kind of experience, to have sexual fun together with another man. Three guys reveling in sex without emotional commitment is what they are interested in. Love-making is between them only; as soon as another man joins them, ass and cock pleasures are the only thing on the menu. There is no place for feelings. The two construction workers have indulged in threesomes, mainly in saunas outside Calgary. They are still in the closet, but consider coming out to their family members and to very close friends.

“I was 19-years-old when same-sex marriage was legalized in Canada”, says Max. “It was no big deal in my family. Part of the population was reluctant in 2005, but gradually accepted this form of union. It is now part of our society.”

“Except on construction sites where homophobia prevails up to a certain point”, notes Harry. “There are as many open-minded colleagues as narrow-minded workers.”

“If we came out, I’m not sure the backlash would be that ferocious. Guys like us, appreciate our work, we’re part of a friendly gang. We should come out as a couple.”

“I’m sure that some will want to know who tops, who bottoms.”

On that note, without exchanging one more word, Harry offers his peachy ass to Max. He wants him to lick it and shove his cock inside; he wants to moan with pleasure; he wants to feel Max’s warm jizz deep inside his fuck chute. They enjoy having ass fun, topping or bottoming according to their mood.

After a quick shower, the couple continues to exchange on the steps they could take in coming out to their work colleagues.

“Calgary Gay Pride Parade is next month”, says Max. We could put a rainbow flag sticker on our lunch box. If someone asks a question or makes a comment, we just say that we support a community that is more open to sexual diversity, more inclusive.”

“And during the Pride weekend, adds Harry, we could march in the parade, hand in hand, confirming our sexual orientation.”

“Yes, the festivities should create a positive atmosphere, and we could build on that for support from our coworkers.”

That is the plan. Meanwhile, a new construction guy joins their team. He is a handsome man but seems shy and rather taciturn. Max notices George’s sensual lips and his tight ass. Harry invites him to have lunch at the same table. He finds out that George is 46-years-old, not married, no girlfriend, maybe “one of us” … When Max and Harry invite him for a beer after work, they are in for a surprise. George says that he usually has a drink at The Backlot on Friday nights. This is one of Calgary’s easygoing gay bars. They smile and agree to meet him there at 8 p.m.

As soon as they get home, Max and Harry shower, and prepare a quick dinner: baked potatoes with sour cream and BBQ prime rib steak with horseradish sauce. When they are ready to leave, tight jeans show off Max’s snug bulge and Harry’s mouthwatering peachy butt. They want to see how George will react. As soon as they walk in the bar, every single client is in full admiration. George has had a few drinks and is not shy anymore nor taciturn. He slips his tongue over his upper luscious lip before saying: “Holy fuck, you are both dead gorgeous!”

All booth and cocktail tables being occupied, Max and Harry join George at the bar and order a beer. The three construction workers bond easily, and decide to exchange openly about their sexual preferences. George is a total bottom who likes getting fisted while sucking a huge juicy cock. Max and Henry tell him that they have never fisted a guy, but are willing to learn the trade. George is well-equipped and invites them at his place. The walls of the apartment are all black and a sling occupies half of the living room.  

George explains that, contrary to popular belief, the hand is rarely ever clenched into a fist upon entry. “Instead, you start with a few fingers, then insert your whole hand, and once firmly inside, you clench and repeat.” For George, fisting is like Olympic-style penetration. As a gay bottom, taking a fist all the way inside his asshole is the sluttiest most hardcore sub shit he can think of. “Fisting is actually the most pleasurable sexual act I’ve ever experienced—and seven years in, no negative health consequences. Everything down there works just fine.”

George wants to suck Harry’s cock, so Max is the fister. A fistee in submission and a fister in control are what appeal the most to George. “I like having a man’s hand filling me up and stretching me to the limit. I’m giving you the green light, Max, to grease up your fist and get to work ruining my cunt. That’s a pretty big deal for me!” Max finds out that the power-dynamic at play is quite intoxicating for both the fistee and the fister.

Max and Harry invite George for a BBQ dinner on Saturday, for ass play also. The two lovers want to shove their cock together in George’s tight butt and dump their creamy junk in his trunk. They get along so well that they spend Sunday frolicking like stallions in heat. When they go back to the construction site on Monday morning, one worker approaches them in the following terms: “I saw you leaving The Backlot on Friday night. I didn’t know that you guys were fags!” Coming out does not unfold as planned. Max replies bluntly: “The name is gay, not fag. Live and let live!”

The news spreads like wildfire on the construction site. At first, workers are equally divided on the question of LGBTQ+ lifestyle. By Friday, after heated discussions in the cafeteria, over 75% of the men support Max, Harry and George. They obviously don’t know about fisting and double cock fucking. They don’t mind seeing the rainbow flag sticker on some lunch boxes. They even promise to watch the Calgary Pride Parade, and cheer gay rights advocates, twink dancers, leather studs and drag queens.

To celebrate this turn of events, Mac and Harry invite George over to fool around. The bottom work colleague accepts gladly, thinking he will get a chance to indulge in one of his fetishes: sniffing manly odors. As soon as they enter the couple’s home, boots are removed and George asks if he can sniff his friends’ construction gear. “It gets be so horny.” Once his nose is plunged in the stinky boots, George feels a bulge in his crotch. It attracts Harry’s hand and a virile caress. “Can you get undressed?”, asks George. “I want to sniff your armpits… and more…” All three men are now naked, forming a tight circle. George sniffs Harry’s right armpit and Max honors the left one. Their cocks spring up and they fence while tongue kissing and spitting. George kneads Harry’s peachy butt, feeling the hairy crack. He bends down to smell the intoxicating stench. As he rubs his nose up and down the crevice, moaning with pleasure, Harry warns him that he might fart. “Holy fuck, please do, that will make me cum profusely!”

George, Max and Harry are so pleased to form the hottest threesome in Calgary. Their arrangement offers every possible opportunity to kiss, sniff, suck, fuck and fist. Virility is placed on an altar and all three worship it amidst ropes of creamy man juice.

THE END