The Construction Worker's Boy

The house across the street was vacant when we signed the lease to our senior year college pad, but by the time we moved in, renovations had started. My bedroom was at the front of the house, meaning I was the closest to all of the noise. Buzzsaws, drills, falling materials, hollers, classic rock, hammers and sanders was all I seemed to here. It was August and still tolerable outside so the construction guys all worked in the front yard. Some days the heat would drive them in, but it would be little relief from the noise. 

One day I was watching them cycle in and out of the house with old and new material when I saw him. I watched from my bedroom window as his big, dark arms picked up a stacked pile of lumber and threw it atop his shoulder. He pivoted to walk inside the house, flexing his muscles throughout his back and arms. I found myself envious, wanting to be the lumber. I wanted my body strewn across his shoulder in complete submission. My cock grew hard as I watched him walk inside. I tried to get a better look at the rest of his body or his face but he was at a bad angle, and his arms were just that big. I waited for him to come back out of the house, my cock at full attention. There he was. Sweat dropped from his close cropped dark hair. He had kind eyes despite his brow staying flexed downward from the brightness of the sun. His sweat covered, milk chocolate skin reflected some of the sunlight, making him glisten from my view. I slid my hands in my shorts, gripping my stiff cock. My eyes were fixed on him. Everything about him. I imagined him taking off the tight black shirt that covered his muscular torso, covered in sweat stains. And him dropping his khaki colored cargo shorts to his ankles wearing nothing underneath. I imagines him taking me into the house he (and his crew) was fixing up, just us, and him ravaging me. Before I knew it my toes and legs tingled, my pace slowed and my boxers became soaked with cum. "One day," I said quietly, desperately wanting this to happen.

It wasn't until the following afternoon that I spotted him again from my window. Note, I wasn't spying, for my desk is directly in front of my window with a clear view of all the renovation work -- and I enjoyed searching for this hunk. When I saw him, I decided to go to the front porch to get a better view. I sat on our porch couch and smoked a cigarette while sizing this guy up from a much better perspective. He was probably 6'2, cocoa colored black, I guess late twenties and in pristine shape. He had on a black t-shirt again with sweat stains around his collar and forming a perfect Y down his back around his broad shoulder blades. My cock stirred in my basketball shorts. His loose, red athletic shorts bounced around his knees as he walked. He reached in the supply van and pulled out several pieces of lumber, raising up the bottom of his shirt slightly, exposing some of his abs. My cock stirred again. I was transfixed on his body when he happened to look my direction. Our eyes met and I immediately looked away, not wanting him to see me staring. I glance back a few seconds later just as he glances at me again. I look away quickly again, this time with a small smile,shaking my head. What is wrong with me? I got caught looking twice! I finished my cigarette and stood up to walk inside. It wasn't until I stood up that I realized I had a hard on though. I try to adjust myself quickly but not before I'm spotted. I look across the street and was looking at me again! He had to of known was I was doing, surely, I thought. I quickly went inside, reeling in my own humiliation. Still hard, I go to my window to see if he is still outside. I see him walking out of the house as he wipes the sweat from his forehead. My cock throbs. I notice him glancing every so often at my house and it's front porch. I imagine him pinning me down, his hot, heavy body on top of mine and sweat forming on his brow. He thrusts into me repeatedly as I moan and squeeze his giant muscles. I imagine me cumming all over his abs as I sit on top of him. In no time, I cum, in a wave of euphoria and sticky lust liquid. Just then he looks up at my bedroom window. I don't think he can see me but I can see him as I cum into a tissue in my left hand, my mouth gaped open and eyebrows raised. I move away quickly, wondering if he could see me. I also had my eyes closed for a portion of my fantasy -- could he have seen me jerking off?? I grew concerned but turned on at the same time. 

The next morning I woke up to an email from my professor telling me my morning class was cancelled. That class was all I had that day, so I had absolutely nothing to do that day. My two roommates are usually gone from about 9am-4pm on campus and then usually at least one of them goes to work most evenings. I rolled over to realize my morning wood was alive and well and stroked it a few times. I peeked out a window to see if my favorite worker was there. To my surprise, he had a white tank top on that showed off his chest muscles and let his arms be completely free, and black basketball shorts. My cock tensed. There weren't as many workers as usual I realized and this guy was the only one outside for some period of time, the rest inside. I was feeling extra horny this morning, so I decided to go to the front porch and try my chances. I considered putting on a tank top but could see how warm it already was outside. I decided to go shirtless and keep on my Nike running shorts I slept in that come relatively high up on my legs. The loud creek of our front door closing behind me turned his head my way. His eyes ran from my feet up my tan calfs, pale thighs and tight shorts. My bulge was confined, pulling my boner up and to the left, but still rather visible. In an instant, his eyes traced my waistline and poor excuse for a six pack, up to my shoulders and thin arms. His gaze met mine as we held it for a long second before both looking away. I sat on the couch and conspicuously stroked my boner through my shorts. The railing that surrounded our porch blocked most of his view to my body below my chest. He began unloading pallets of something that looked like vinyl. As he walked from the loading truck to the entry way of the house he would glance my direction. I fixed my eyes on his body, stroking my cock. Our gazes would meet but only for a fraction of a second. The tension seemed to build when he smirked one time as he looked away. I think he knew what I was doing out there, almost naked, in the morning heat. He jostled his shorts a time or two before reaching his large black right hand into his shorts and obviously readjusting himself. My heart raced -- he was getting aroused! I tightly gripped my cock through my shorts at this thought and my body shuttered when he glanced at me in that moment. My mouth dropped slightly open and a quiet moan escaped my lips. I saw him bite his bottom lip. This sent me over the edge. 

I undid the tie on my shorts and slid them to my ankles, hardly even thinking that my next door neighbors would be able to see me clearly if they came out to their porches. I caught his glance and raised my head as if to say Hey, and lightly bit my bottom lip. Holding his gaze, he nodded back. With my right hand I raised my hand I reached down and pulled my red Nike shorts up to raise them above my head, showing him I was wearing nothing behind this retched railing blocking his view. His lips puckered and his brow bent as he looked away, walking to the truck. I had him, I knew it. He grabbed a box of vinyl and heaved it back atop his shoulder. He walked to the doorway and sat it down as he had been doing, then turned to face me. His bulge was very noticeable through his shorts now and was breathing heavily from lifting the heavy material. He began walking towards me. This was it, I had him! My heart rate increased as he crossed the street. He came to my sidewalk and gripped his bulge through his shorts. He looked huge and hard as fuck. He stopped at the stairs leading up to the porch, his view still somewhat blocked. "Hey bro, could I get some water. It's hot out here." He wiped sweat from his brow again and bit his lip. I stood up, finally showing him my measly six inch hard cock and small tuft of blonde pubes. "Come on inside," I said as I turned away from him and opened the front door. "Mm!" he let out as he saw my bare, bouncing white bubble butt. 

He closed the door behind him as I got him I cold glass of water. I felt absolutely exhilarated standing in front of this dark hunk naked and I could feel his eyes crawl across my torso and waistline. I give him the glass of water and he gulps it down. Standing in front of him I felt like a child as he towered over me. "I appreciate the water, but that's not why I came inside, to be real" he said, he stepped closed towards me. "I didn't invite inside for the water" I said. I stepped towards him at the same time and he wrapped his thick arms around me as our lips met. His tongue wrestled mine and his giant arms pulled my naked body against his sweaty clothes. His giant hands gripped my ass cheeks as he playfully slapped the right cheek. He boner was grinding against my abs and I knew it had to be released from his shorts. I pulled on his waistband and exposed his fat eight inch cock. It bounced up and down as I realized this was going to be the biggest cock I've had. Before I know it, he forces my shoulders downward so that I go to my knees. His giant black snake hung in front of my face. I gripped it in my hands and felt like I had hands of a child he was so thick and big.  "C'mon boy," he said placing his hand on the back of my head, "ain't got all day." I took the head of his cock in my mouth and immediately tasted the pre-cum that he'd worked up as I was teasing him on the porch. Salty, musky, sweaty he tasted in my mouth. He groaned as he tried to fit more of his giant cock in my mouth. I gagged and gagged as I tried to swallow more than half of him. Sensing my discomfort at gagging so much, he pulled up from my knees. "Let's see if you're better with your ass" he said. Stepping out of his shorts but still in his big worker boots, he picks me up off the ground and into his arms. "Whoa!" I exhale as he lifts me. He puts me over his shoulder, my ass beside his face. I had done it -- I was over his shoulder -- I was the lumber! He walks to the living room and sets me down across the back of the couch, my ass facing outward. He slides his shirt up above his shoulders and exposes his giant pectoral and chest muscles. He spreads my ass apart with his big hands and spits in my asshole. His fingers dance around the outside as my body shudders in pleasure. "Mm, that tight pink hole" he says under his breath. "Is that what you want?" I ask submissively looking back at him. Without a word he digs his face into my ass. I writhe in pleasure as his tongue digs into my hole. I swear his tongue slipped inside of me over and over as if to get a taste of my insides. "Aaaah, ohh!" I moan repeatedly as he digs deeper and deeper. He slides one of his thick fingers inside my hole and presses on my prostate. I moan loudly feeling as if I'm going to immediately either cum or piss. But neither happen, instead he fingers my prostate and lets my body writhe while bent over the couch. I'd never felt pleasure to that degree like he had given me before that instant. I was pure euphoria. "Don't stop, don't stop" I moaned as he put two fingers in, spreading my hole further apart. After a few minutes, he declared that I was ready. He spit on my asshole and got it nice and wet before I felt the thick head of his cock topped with a gooey glob of pre cum dance around my hole. He spit onto his dick and I could hear him lubing it up to slide right in. I had never been this hard in my life and felt like I was going to cum all over the back of the couch any second. It was like an electric shock went through me as the tip of his cock breached my rim. "Ah!" I exclaimed. He firmly grabbed my shoulders, saying "S'okay, s'okay -- breath, breath" as he slowly withdrew and slid back in. "Oh my goooddd," I moaned. He felt so good, but hurt at the same time. My asshole was being pushed to max as he pushed deeper inside, for his shaft only got wider under the base of his cock. It hurt so good! "Aaahhhhh" he exclaimed as he got all the way inside of me. My insides felt like they were being poked and shifted around by this massive black rod up my ass. He began to thrust into me, gripping my shoulders and pulling me back onto him. "Ah ah ah ah ah!" I'd exclaim with each thrust deeper onto his cock. "Yeaaah boy, yeahh!" he grunted as he pounded the shit out of my ass. Slap! Slap! He smacked my ass, once on each cheek. "AH!" I screamed, "ah, fuck!" It hurt really bad but it send shock waves up my spine that felt like nothing I'd felt before. He rammed me into the back of the couch over and over until sweat started to form on my forehead and my arms hurt from gripping the couch so hard. He pulled out of me, causing a deep quick inhale from me as my insides seemed to gain so much space back. 

"You're gonna ride me boy" he said as he sat down on the couch, his thick black cock standing against his abs. "Mmmm, ride you like Seabiscuit" I said. I climbed on top of him and slid his cock into my hole. This angle was entirely different and pressed his cock right up against my prostate sending little lightning strikes through my entire body. "Holy fuck holy fuck, oh fuck meee" I moaned as I rode his cock. "Yeeeaah, yeeeeaah, good boy" he grunted, shoving his cock upward into my ass. He grabbed my face and pulled it into his, swallowing my mouth with his. We made out as he thrusted into me at the rate of a machine gun! One after another he thrust deep into me like never before and spread my hole apart beyond repair I thought. My cock grinded up against his abs as he did this, immediately making me cum. Our lips were locked and I could barely get out "I'm cumming!" before splooging all over his chest and abs. With each stream of thick white cum I moaned, "Ah ah ah!" and he kept thrusting into my ass, pulling it apart now with his hands to get even deeper! "Ah ah ah ah!" I moaned. He was splitting me in half! I wasn't going to be able to walk! He was fucking destroying my asshole! "Oh yeah boy! Oh yeah!" he grunted. He pulled my ass up off of his thick cock and quickly stroked himself. "Ahhhh boy, ahhhh boy!" he moaned just before I felt his warm cum rush against my asshole. One, two, three, four thick hot streams soaking my ass in cum. He found my hole with his finger and slipped his cock back in. "AH!" I exclaimed,  not expecting it, but his cum acted a lube and his shaft slid so softly into my ass. "Ohh fuck boy, ohh boy" he grunted as he thrust a dozen more times into my ass. 

We reeked of sweat and semen. I climbed off of his cock and stood in front of him. "Jesus Christ" I said. "Yeah, boy. That was hot as fuck" he said, biting his lip. "Jake" I said. "Huh?" he replied. "Jake. That's my name. Instead of 'boy'" I said sheepishly. He stood up against me, I could lick my cum from his chest and neck if I'd wanted. "I like 'boy'" he said. With that, he turned to the kitchen to grab his shorts, his half flaccid cock swinging as he walked. His ass was sculpted like a piece of art and the muscles shifted as he moved his waist. He pulled his shorts back on and threw his tank back on as I stayed standing in the living room, my backside covered in his cum. "I'll be seeing ya boy" he said as he walked to the door. "Yeah," I made out quietly as he left. I realized I didn't even ask his name as I closed the door behind him. But I did know one thing -- that I'd spending more time on my front porch.