Hottest Booty on the Construction Site

Max and Harry still build homes in Calgary (Western Canada), and have an annual earning close to $95,000. Harry’s wife has divorced and moved to Toronto (Eastern Canada). Max and Harry date secretly, sucking and fucking each other non-stop. They have more than sex, they are lovers. Having now moved in with a construction guy, Max can fully entertain his boot fetish.

You might think that they have the best of life. Not really. Why? Because the construction industry is very macho. Homophobia at work is prevalent. During his lunch break, Max once heard a construction worker saying that all gay men should be euthanized. Harry’s boss openly claims that bisexual people don’t exist.

According to a survey done less than ten years ago, more than 80 per cent of gay men in some parts of the industry said that they encountered homophobic comments in the workplace. Just 14 per cent of gay employees said they would be open about their sexuality on site, with less than half of all gay employees saying they would trust their line managers to handle sexual orientation issues.

It’s a well-known fact that Harry has the hottest booty on the construction site. And he seems to enjoy highlighting his perky butt by wearing tight faded blue jeans. When Harry bends down to pick up a tool or a 2 X 4 (common size lumber board that is two inches by four inches), a work colleague doesn’t hesitate to say: “Watch it, man, some fag might dream of shoving his damn cock in that dream ass of yours!” As it is often the case in a male-dominated workplace, jokes cover up homophobic attitudes.

Harry’s colleagues do not suspect that their work buddy has gay “tendencies”. They know that he was married. Harry is friendly, gives a hand to others, is never late on the job, works hard and well. He was selected Best Employee of the Year, two times in a row. His friend Max also received this award just after three years on the job. Colleagues know that Harry and Max live together, and think that this arrangement is only to get by in a very expensive housing market.

Since Harry and Max have been working less than five years for their building contactor, they are allowed only two weeks for annual vacation. They decide to take a cruise in January, one of the coldest months in Western Canada. Harry and Max tell colleagues that they will embark in Florida, USA, for a seven-day Caribbean cruise with stop-overs in Grand Cayman, Jamaica, Colombia, Aruba and Curacao. What they omit to say is that this cruise caters to an LGBT clientèle.

The agent who sold them the travel package was blunt: “The company may bill the cruise online as seven fabulous days packed full of awesome parties, superstar performers and endless surprises, but I can tell you with experience that sucking, rimming, fucking and fisting constantly occur in public areas. Prepare yourselves for hot threesomes and kinky orgies!”

When they get in line to show their ticket and passport, the two construction workers blend in perfectly with other guys in their late 30s. They quickly register coded smiles and direct body language. A guy in in late 50s gives them his room number. It is obvious that the men here have boarded a cruise ship to cruise other men.

Since they have been lovers, Harry and Max have never participated in an orgy, let alone a threesome. Once in their cabin, the two construction workers give their first impression:

“I have this strange feeling that we are most likely the only monogamous couple on board”, says Harry.

“Everyone who looked at you wanted to play with your ass. I think we can have fun if we decide to separate love and sex.”

“You say this, Max, as if you already decided to fool around. I can only go along if we promise not to kiss other guys in a passionate way. Physical fun is fine, but no emotional bonding.”

“Right on, Harry! Other guys can taste your body, but your heart belongs only to me, and vice versa.”

“Guys don’t have to know that we are a couple. We make love in our cabin; we have sex on each deck.”

Under that agreement, they shower, skip underwear to put on tight faded blue jeans, wear an unbuttoned red plaid shirt and construction boots, then head for the welcoming reception on the top deck. Around the pool, handsome naked waiters – except for a skimpy black apron – serve Korbel California Champagne. As sparkling and refreshing as the drink is, eyes are riveted on Harry and Max. Every time a handsome Black waiter passes by, he caresses Harry’s peachy butt. “I’m interested to see how deep I can go in!”

The older man who gave them his room number introduces himself. “I’m Francisco, originally from Mexico, now living in Florida. I’ve been a widow for many years, and I have boarded this ship to watch guys in action. I would love to invite both of you to my first-class cabin, offer you a drink, sit down, and watch you kiss, suck, rim and fuck each other. What do you say?”

“You don’t want to get into the action?”, asks Max.

“No, I’m into voyeurism. That’s how I please myself. I look forward to see two gorgeous guys playing with each other, however rough they want.”

“Oh, we’re pretty vanilla”, interjects Harry. We adore kissing, sucking, rimming and fucking each other, but no painful exploits like whip lashing or fist fucking.”

“It’s a deal”, says Francisco. “Is tomorrow night around 10 p.m. ok?” Max and Harry shake Francisco’s hand and note the cabin number.

As they turn around, the scene is pretty yummy. Guys with big cocks are sitting along the swimming pool, feet in the water, cock spiked up in the air. An array of hungry dudes swims to reach a stiff rod, and to start pumping man juice. Max and Harry are then approached by a TSH guy: Tall, Slim and Handsome. He doesn’t waste a minute, getting straight to the point. “I want to fuck both of you at the same time.” Looking at Harry: “I want to ram my ten-inch dick into your big round ass, hard and deep.” Looking at Max: “I want to fuck your gorgeous face and fill your throat with ropes of creamy jizz.”

“Wow! Your plan is damn hot”, says Harry. “When would you like to come over?”

The TSH guy doesn’t ear come over, but cum over them. “I want to do it now, here on the top deck.”

“In front of everyone?”, asks Max. He answers the question himself: “We agree, but not in public on the first night of the cruise.”

“No problem! We can go to the sling room next to the dark alley on the third deck. Follow me!”  

The first threesome is a pure delight for Max and Harry. It’s the first time they get to bottom simultaneously. TSH settles Harry in the sling, licks his hole, and orders Max to kneel beside him. He spits on his iron rod, and alternates anal penetration with oral gratification. After a slight moan of pain, Harry begs for a deeper ploughing. Max chokes at first, but quickly gloats to have his mouth filled until drippings on his chin.

The creamy load serves as an appetizer since dinner is served in three venues: cafeteria, restaurant and captain’s dinning room. Harry and Max are invited to join the captain. Waiters are not much older than 18, each sporting a hard-on over which the menu is folded and offered to the guests. When they pour a glass of wine, some ask if anyone prefers a warm golden liquid. Max and Harry are stunned to see guys drinking piss, and savoring the taste.

The following day starts with one hour of treadmill running. Max and Harry are among the few wearing gym shorts. Many guys exercise in a bulging jockstrap, some are completely naked. Vanilla sex is common in every corner of the gym. When they sit down to eat their breakfast in the cafeteria, the two construction workers are joined by a shy-looking guy. “My name is Dwight and I’m an artist. I would love to draw a picture of you two in tight jeans, plaid shirt and boots. I don’t charge anything. When guys like the final product, they usually tip me.”

“That would be a great souvenir of our first cruise”, says Max. “When and where would you like to have us pose?”

“There’s a small art gallery on the fourth deck, with an exhibition of drawings by Tom of Finland. They inspire me a lot. We could meet there at 9 if that is not too soon. Be sure to wear your construction gear.”

Dwight welcomes Max and Harry in a bright spot of the gallery, where he has already set up his easel and sharpened his pencils. The couple poses naturally, but finds it difficult to remain still for more than an hour. Once Dwight has captured the manly features of Max and Harry, he takes a photo that will guide him for the finishing touch.

In the afternoon, Max and Harry disembark for a quick visit of Grand Cayman. They taste turtle soup and crocodile burgers. Back on the ship, they relax, take a nap, shower and go to a bar for a couple of beers. At 10 p.m., they knock on Francisco’s door, and are ushered into a luxury suite. Paintings of male nudes adorn every wall. Some are bodybuilders, others wear a leather harness. Black guys display chocolate bars that make you salivate.

Francisco is wearing a silk bathrobe and has an elegant cigarette holder in his hand. As soon as he has taken place in a Louis XIV armchair, he invites Max and Harry to indulge in the most intense sexual pleasures. Dick, ass and mouth harmonize like never before. They suck, rim and fuck with the utmost virility, and also make love with an amazing tenderness.

The following morning, Dwight informs the two construction workers that he has finished their portrait. They meet again in the small art gallery where the pencil drawing stands out on the easel. Harry is quite pleased and gives a $100 bill to the artist. No reaction. Max adds another $100, and a smile brightens Dwight’s face. “I will roll the drawing in a tube and deliver it at your convenience.” Max and Harry whisper in the artist’s back, and invite him to come around 11 p.m., if that is not too late. A pleasant wink seals the deal.

Dwight is in for a surprise when he knocks on the door at 11 sharp. Max and Harry welcome him in manly attire, each sporting a bulging jockstrap. “We want to thank you in a special way. We would love to have you sleep with us. We want to make you feel good. We want to give you a hot souvenir of this cruise.” Dwight is flabbergasted. He has a jockstrap fetish and a chance to indulge in it not only with a hot dude but with two guys wearing also construction boots. He kneels down to bury his face in the sweaty pouch, to sniff it, to bite the balls, to lick the mushroom popping out. The three men spend the entire night tasting each other, not fucking, but sniffing, licking, sucking, tongue-twisting, kissing and caressing in a manly way.

“A pencil drawing never sold for so much”, keeps thinking the shy artist. They fall asleep at 6 a.m., and only wake up around 5 p.m. for the special cocktail event. The word cock is well chosen in cocktail because five naked dancers swing their cock and shake their booty in an artistically choreographed porn show. They simulate ass and face-fucking on stage, but that is exactly what happens in the audience.

At the end of the LGBT cruise, when Max and Harry come out of the ship, they go back in the closet. They can not share the highlights of their vacation with work colleagues. The cruise allowed them to experience the greatest sexual freedom, whereas the construction workplace barricades their core identity.