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All the items which were lost with the technical problems last year are now restored - some in original form and others either edited, revised or expanded. I hope you have found some of them entertaining: unfortunately at present I have nothing else in preparation but things change so keep watching as something might crop up in the future. Thanks to those who have sent messages and in particular to those who have told me of similar events in their own lives. To everyone - if you have a story to tell let's hear from you as the Stories section is very quiet at present. Don't think you have to do it all at once: do as I do, write them in a word file a bit at a time, save each bit then when you think everything is ready do a final edit then copy it and paste it into the appropriate pages here on Gaybod. I look forward to reading some of your stories!! | ||
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Delivery Driver - Part 3 of 3 As I said at the start of these stories I was playing 'White Van Man' doing deliveries in an around the West Midlands and was often caught in the ever changing road systems, diversions and closures which were inevitable during the construction of the elevated sections of the M5 and M6 Motorways. One day, in the worst of winter weather I found a route I had often used was closed and I was following the diversion and trying to get my bearings when I passed a large toilet block I hadn't seen before. I was immediately attracted because parked outside were vans, cars and lorries and all of them empty. I turned on a nearby roundabout and headed back, parking opposite the toilet. The rain was hammering down at that point so I sat in the van for a few minutes until it eased a little and was somewhat disappointed to note that there did not seem to be any comings or goings at the toilet so perhaps the parked vehicles were just a co-incidence. Eventually the rain did ease and I headed across the road to the toilet which was set back inside a small compound with high steel railings around it and the path from the road to the entrance was probably 10 to 15yds long. The door was on the side, immediately ahead was the brick wall of the WC's whose doors faced back towards the road, and to the right a Urinal with space for four or so. Instantly I knew I had interrupted something: two men were stood apart at the urinal - one, from his clothes was definitely the driver of a parcel delivery lorry which had been parked outside and the other a young Guy wearing Wellies and green overalls. As I moved to stand between them I then saw that both lock-up doors were closed, and stood outside, leaning on the wall as thought waiting to use them, was another thirty-ish Guy who from his clothes and appearance was definitely the driver of the coal merchants lorry which was parked outside. I moved in between the two men at the Urinal and unzipped and started to pee leaving my knob end exposed. Out of the corner of my eyes I could tell that the Guys either side of me were covering up slightly but from the way they gripped their cock they were definitely holding onto cocks which were anything but slack. I finished my pee and shook and stretched my knob slowly, letting a bit more come into view each time. The Guy in Wellies reacted first. He uncovered his cock and started to stroke it and it was well solid. I stepped back a pace so the driver on my other side who was now having a good look could see my cock and the cock of the lad with Wellies: his response was pretty quick as he also stepped back to show a thick and solid cock which he started to wank. I turned to watch him and almost at once Wellies hand came from the other side and took hold of my own cock. I looked at him and he winked, then looked behind me to see what the Coalman was doing. He was stood leaning on the wall facing the WCs but with cock out and wanking - and what a cock. It was then that I noticed the big hole in both doors. His cock turned me on and I turned round to get a better view. The driver and Wellies beside me also turned and we all three kept playing with each other. Coalman was bending down to look through the hole in the door then moving forward and pushing his cock through it - with difficulty as he cock was so thick. After a very short time he pulled back and the door was pulled slowly open: out peeped a face which obviously noted everything going on, then came right out. He was also thirty or so and bollock naked - except for a pair of big boots, and immediately went down on his knees and tried to get coalman's cock down his throat. He was quite an expert and put on a good show. Coalman was more than rampant and fucking into his mouth hard making him choke but he was going to have the cock whatever it took. Next thing Coalman leaned slightly forward and tapped gently on the door of the other WC which had remained shut and it, in turn was slowly opened and into the doorway stepped a very young Guy - probably around twenty or so, with cock out and wanking hard on another nice sized cock. Coalman reached across to play with this Young Guy who stepped further out to meet Coalman's hand and then the biggest surprise of all - the Young Guy was obviously the Coalman's Mate because his jeans, hands and face were covered with black just like Coalman himself. The naked Guy was obviously aware of the Young Guy's appearance and he pulled off Coalman and turned to take the Mate's cock in his mouth instead. This was my chance. I moved away from the Stand-ups to take hold of Coalman's cock. It was a beauty: I always though I was a lucky lad but he was hung better than me and obviously enjoyed someone else taking him in hand. His young mate started to show signs of being ready to shoot his load down the naked Guys throat and just at the last second whipped his cock out and shot all over Naked's face. This had a sudden effect on Coalman who I was wanking, he went into almost a trance and I knew he was on the verge - then he let go as well and did he shoot a load - all up Naked's back, over his head, and onto his mate who was stood shaking his own cock off and watching as I wanked Coalman. Coalman stood up, shook his cock hard, put it away and zipped up, his mate following suit. The only words said were Coalman to his obvious mate, 'that alright for you then your randy bastard?' and as they left his mate replying 'fucking lovely, where next?' By now the other delivery driver had shot his load watching events and was also heading out. The naked Guy, perhaps getting a bit cold, stepped back into the WC and pulled on his jeans and sweater and a large work jacket with his Firms name on it - definitely from one of the Motorway Construction Gangs and then came out and joined me and Wellies who were still wanking at the stand-ups. He took us both, one in each hand and finished us off and as he did I wanked him off. We all zipped up together ready to leave only to find the rain was more like a Monsoon again so we all three stood inside talking. Naked said he'd found the place a few weeks earlier and had some regular good times there, even during the night. He was living in a Caravan on a Construction Site Compound and had caught one or two of the other lads in that toilet and was now regularly giving them a blow job in his caravan after work. 'Wellies' was a local Guy - a window cleaner he said - and told us that until the work started on building the Motorways nothing had ever happened in the toilet - and the holes had only appeared since the Motorway Guys started coming in. He confirmed that the young Guy who had left with the Coalman was the Coalman's delivery mate and they were regulars in that toilet and in a few others depending where they were delivering. Coalman he told us, lived near him and drank in the same pub as him as did Coalman's mate and now and then there was a bit of a get-together after closing time when Coalman and his mate used to have a walk through a local park before going home. 'I've seen some right fucking group sessions with those two ' he said. I could imagine it. I made that a regular calling place and was never disappointed. I saw 'Wellies' cleaning windows a couple of times and stopped off for a chat and an update - usually in a quiet side street in the back of the van!! I saw the Coal Lorry a few times elsewhere and called in to find they were being well serviced as usual - even managed to get a blow job off the mate once while Coalman fucked somebody else. Then, ultimately of course, the Motorways were completed and opened, the workmen disappeared and all the streets returned to normal. I gave up being a delivery driver and for years now have driven up and down the Motorways themselves, but always in mind, the good old days and what went on beneath them and around them as they were being built. | ||
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Delivery Driver - Part 2 of 3 A few weeks after the events which unfolded in the first part of this story I was driving along one of the main 'A' road in the northern part of the area and rather desperate for a pee and looking for a toilet. Eventually I found one. It was early afternoon: there were two or three other vehicles parked nearby but my interest at that point was to empty the bladder. The toilet had just been cleaned. The young cleaner - mid twenties, fair haired, average build, wearing standard green work trousers and jacket, was sat in a little storeroom, the door wide open and just finishing a mug of tea. The place was immaculate. As I was peeing the young cleaner came to the wash basins and rinsed his mug out. 'Reckon you earned that' I said, referring to the drink,' long time since I saw a toilet as clean as this.' 'Come back in a couple of hours mate', he replied in his Brummy accent, 'and you'll never know it's been done'. He finished rinsing his mug, put it down on the sink, and came and stood next to me and continuing the conversations said 'I'll join you then go and see what waits for me at the next port of call' during which he had unzipped, pulled out his cock and was peeing as well. He wasn't making any great effort to hide his cock, and as we talked he kept looking in my direction and gave one or two obvious glances down at my cock. Having finished my pee I went into the shake routine and decided to be fairly open. 'You a driver' he asked. 'Yes' I replied 'delivery work' 'Bet the wife misses that then when your away for the night' he said, giving a nod down towards my cock. Don't have nights out on this job I told him and I've followed the advice of my married mates, I just get my hand round a pint pot, sometimes a set of darts and when I feel a bit randy get my hand round this at which I put my cock firmly into the palm of my hand and let it lie there for a few seconds. 'Looks like a fair handful mate' said the Cleaner and with a cheeky grin added 'can you manage it on your own?' Looking across I could see his cock had definitely started to rise and so had mine. We're OK here I thought. 'Like most blokes I've played around a bit' I replied 'I don't really believe any bloke who says he hasn't ' 'I know I have' said the Cleaner, 'but not so sure I've had my hand round anything as big as yours.' 'Help yourself mate if you want to try it for size' I said, turning towards him. He didn't reach over but turned, picked his mug up off the basins and nodded for me to follow him into his room. I did and he promptly pushed the door shut and dropped the Yale latch on it. I dropped my zip and wound out my cock, now on full revs. Cleaner, sat down in his chair and at just the right height took it gently in his hand, stroking it, pulling on it, squeezing it, then using both hands and finally starting to wank it. 'Fucking hell mate' he said 'this is what I call a cock. You want to call in here around teatime when the lads are on the way home, or later on at night, they'd fight to get their hands on this.' 'Better give you a hand as well' I said, and he stood up. He had a nice cock himself, certainly above average and very soon his response told me he was about ready to shoot as was I. 'Go on lad' I said, 'I'm nearly there' He sat back down in the seat. 'Want to see you come close up' he said and as he wanked so I obliged sending a thick load of spunk across the room onto the far wall. 'Never mind that' he said 'I'll soon clear that up. He stood again. 'Go on mate' he said 'your turn'. A few jerks later his spunk joined mine. He pulled a few sheets from a toilet roll and we cleaned ourselves up and Cleaner dealt with the wall. 'Cheers' he said 'how often do you come this way then? I'm usually here about this time.' 'I never know really' I explained 'it depends where I have to deliver, but I'll be looking out if I do.' He locked up and we made our way outside, but stood talking by his van for a short while. As we were talking a motorbike went by at a fair rate of knots. We watched it go. 'If ever you're here and a young lad with a motorbike comes in he's worth having a look at' Cleaner told me. 'He's 19 or 20, about your height, fair, nearly blond hair, and I reckon he might match you for fucking size as well,' 'I'll keep my eyes open' I told him. 'Right then' I said, 'suppose we'd better get some work done. Cheers for the hand. Might see you again.' 'You know where I am if your about' he said and with that we parted. I did drop in a few time after that and met up with him. Once he was stood at the stand-ups alongside another driver so I stood away from them intent on having a piss and leaving and not spoiling any fun. When cleaner saw it was me he turned to the other driver and told him I was a mate and invited us both into his storeroom where he wanked us both off. Some weeks after meeting the Cleaner I was working late. It was dark and probably around 8pm when I was passing and decided to look in. It seemed very quiet. There was a lorry parked about 100yds up from the toilet and a couple of other cars a bit nearer to it. I parked a few yards in front of the lorry and set off to walk to the toilet. I was nearing the entrance when I heard a vehicle door shutting. Looking back the lorry driver was locking the passenger door and having done so set off towards the toilet himself. The toilet was empty even the lock-ups. I stood at the urinals but thought I'd wait for the lorry driver to come in (if he was going to) before I started to pee although of course he might come in to use the WC. Soon I heard footsteps and in he came and stood at the next but one stall. I started to pee. He pulled his cock out and started to piss as well and made no attempt to hide anything. I finished and stood shaking the spots off fully aware that I was being watched. He followed suit. I looked across and there was definite eye contact. Nothing was said. My cock started to rise and so did his. Mine was soon solid and so was his and just at that critical moment footsteps outside announced the possible arrival of someone else. In came an oldish Guy with a large dog. He set about giving the dog a drink in a bowl and was obviously going to be there a while. I zipped up and headed out. I expected the lorry driver would do the same and sure enough I heard him behind me. He caught up with me as I reach the van so I paused. 'Old boy's out of that car' he said ' pointing to one ahead of us 'been walking the dog down in the Park.' I leaned on the side of my van. I was wearing very tight ice-blue jeans which were the fashion and still had more than a semi-hard on and the bulge down my left leg was evident. The lorry driver himself was wearing tight work jeans, had a thumb in his left pocket and was using his fingers to stroke a definite bulge running down his left leg. 'Things looks lively' he said, glancing down at my bulge which was now solid. I pushed forward a little to let it stand out even more. Lorry driver then, after looking up and down the pavement, reached across and stroked my bulge then, letting go and leaning back himself, showing his cock now solid, I followed his example and gave his cock a stroke or two. 'You want to jump in the cab?' he asked saying he was OK for an hour but was waiting for another of the firms lorries to meet him and do a change over. That's why I park by the phone box he explained: any problems and I'm near a phone. We climbed in. He lay on a bunk which was wide enough for us both and I lay beside him. He took the initiative and had his cock out in an instant and then had my zip down and my cock out almost as quick. I reached over and started wanking him off and he did he same with me. He was thirty or so, nice athletic figure and a good thick cock probably 7" of so long. As we wanked we swapped details of what we liked and the usual stuff. He was a regular at that spot three nights most weeks doing the change over having driven up from Devon and swapping with a lorry that came down from Humberside. His usual trick was to let the other truck leave first after the change over then hang about himself to see if there was any cock about. That night the truck coming to meet him was running late so he was having an early look. I told him I hadn't been there at night before but did call in the daytime but gave no details about the Cleaner. As we were wanking and exchanging a blowjob as well there was a sound outside of a motorbike pulling in. 'Fucking hell' said the Driver, 'I bet that's Nick. He's got a fucking cock at him. I've had him in the cab a few times but he's sensible because the other truck is identical so he waits for a signal from me.' 'How do you fancy a threesome?' Driver asked adding 'I know he'll be up for it.' 'It's OK with me' I told him and with that he reached over and gave a quick flash on his lights and sat in the passenger seat and pulled the curtain back. In no time the motor cycle lad was at the passenger door. 'Alright mate?' the driver asked and when Motorbike said he was OK driver told him he'd got a mate in the cab but he was welcome to join in. Motorbike was in in a shot. It was definitely the bloke the Cleaner had told me about - 19-20 years and blond hair. The Driver sat back on the bunk and Nick the Motorbike lad sat in the passenger seat. 'What do you think of this then?' Driver asked Nick as he took hold of my cock and started to play with it again. 'Fucking hell' said Nick 'bit of competition there.' and by now he was pulling his own cock out which was already stiff. He certainly was competition: very well endowed and he was leaning over and playing with my cock in no time whilst Driver reached across and starting pulling on his. Driver and me both got sat on the edge of the bunk with Nick in front of us. He loved cock and had one in each hand and took it in turns to suck on both of us. Driver winked a me and gently pulled Nick up onto the bunk in a kneeling position with his ass towards the windscreen then he reach up somewhere, found a Durex and after slipping it on his cock went behind Nick and straight up him almost without a pause. Nick's body trembled as he now had one hand round my cock and was sucking my knob end and Driver fucking him at a fair pace. I managed to reach down and get a hand on Nick's cock and play with it. Driver eventually showed signs of going to shoot his load and nodded to the Durex packet on the bunk. 'For me?' I mouthed, and got a nod. I took the offer and as Driver pulled out and moved back onto the bunk I slipped on a durex and moved into his place. Nick was aware of what was going on. All he said was 'not too fucking hard mate with that tool of yours.' I took it gently. He was relaxed and in no time, with just a little flinch here and there, he had it all. Driver was now playing with Nick's cock and although he had come off himself he was still solid and Nick was down on him sucking like fuck. Nick was a good fuck. Nice and tight and a good rhythm and eventually I followed Driver's example and filled the second durex. Nick sat up on the edge of the bunk and lay back. He’d been fucked twice but hadn’t come off himself. He’d got a beautiful cock so I went down and gave it a few sucks. This seemed to turn Driver on as, although he’d only come off five minutes before, he was solid and ready to come off again. I moved up off Nick’s cock and asked Driver if he wanted to give it suck. A thumbs up said ‘Yes’ and across he came, taking Nick’s cock almost full down his throat. He’s done that before I thought. He was some expert and soon had 19yr old Nick, in rampant form was shooting a massive load down his throat. I was so fucking carried away wanking myself that I came off again onto a towel which the Driver had sensibly put on his bunk.. Undaunted Nick pulled Driver back up to kneel on the bunk with us, took the Driver cock firmly in his hand and in no time had helped Driver shoot a second load as well. By the time this was over we were all cover in sweat. Driver found another towel and we wiped ourselves down and dressed as the changeover Truck would not be too long before it arrived. Driver peeped through his curtain. All was quiet so we jumped out and stood talking near to Nick’s Motorbike. There wasn’t much traffic at the time and Nick looked as though he could have done with more. He kept reaching over and feeling at my cock and the Driver’s cock and was clearly still hard himself. ‘What you doing for the rest of the night?’ we asked him. ‘When you two have gone’ he said ‘ I’ll hang around a bit and if it’s quiet have a look round a few other places’. At that point the changeover lorry arrived and we broke up saying Cheerio to our Driver mate. Nick came talking to me for a few minutes, still wanting another fuck, but with a timed pick-up at a local firm I soon had to head off and leave him to look for another cock or two. I saw the Driver a couple of times after that and also saw Nick one afternoon when he had just finished work. He followed me to a quieter spot and we spent half and hour in the back of the van!! So that was location two marked up but location three, right in the middle of the Motorway Construction area was to prove full of variety as well. More of that next time. | ||
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Delivery Driver - Part 1 of 3 Passers-by on the M5 and M6 in the Walsall & West Bromwich area north-west of Birmingham may not realise that much of it is elevated and built on huge pillars above the surrounding roads. During its Construction roads were closed, diversions appeared and traffic multiplied as hundreds of lorries and construction vehicles flooded the area. It happened at a time when I spent some two years of my younger life as a delivery van driver travelling anywhere between Wolverhampton, through Birmingham and down to Coventry. Chaos often reigned and my copy of the local A-Z Street Guide soon became worn and tatty as I found, and learnt alternative routes. So much for the downside: there were pluses not the least of which was the discovery of several previously unknown toilet blocks some of which, the locals could tell me, were hardly used until the arrival of the Construction Teams and which, almost overnight became very active and often full of Truck Drivers, Mechanics and Labourers looking for more than a piss or a crap. I remember three such locations and prompted by a recent journey through the area when the Motorway network was closed due to a series of accidents I used my past knowledge of the area to use some of the alternative routes I had learned years ago and some memories came flooding back The first location I remembered was in the Wednesbury area. I had popped in once or twice to respond to an active call of nature but had always been the sole occupant. One this memorable occasion I was working later than usual and called in around 17.15hrs. It was dark: there seemed to be just a single light working inside and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. To my surprise, I was not alone this time and there were several people in there, all stood rigidly at the stand-ups. Clearly my arrival had been detected because the frosty glass window near the entrance give an image of anyone walking down the footpath from the main road. I found a gap between two Guys, got my cock out and started to piss. It was not difficult to detect that the Guys each side of me were casually looking down into my basin and not difficult for me to detect that both were doing their best to conceal swollen cocks. I finished my piss and made a show of shaking off the spots. One of my neighbours immediately let loose the grip on his own cock and let it hang and as I continued to shake mine his grew and grew and in no time was solid and mine followed suit. The other neighbour seeing that all was apparently OK turned to the Guy on his other side and they started wanking each other. Another Guy moved across and gently pushed the closed door of one of the WC's which slowly opened to expose a Guy with his jeans down round his ankles and stroking a nice sized cock. The Guy from the stand-ups went straight down onto it and started giving it a rapid blow-job. I turned to watch all the while stroking my own cock and soon the Guy by my side reach across and took over. This gave me a good chance to look at him as I reached for his cock. He was late twenties or so, wearing boots and overalls, and a jacket with a firms name on it and a bag on his shoulder which presumable contained a lunch box and flask. He had a nice thick cock with a decent length to it. We continued to play with each other and watch the BJ which came to an end: the Guy giving seemed to realise the end was near and pulled off, grabbed the cock of the Guy in the doorway and wanked him to termination. A massive load shot across the floor. The Guy in the toilet gave a thumbs up signal, pushed the door to and a couple of minutes later with clothes back in place came out and headed off. The BJ giver was looking for more cock. The two who had been wanking at the stand-ups had finished each other off and gone leaving must me and the Guy who I had been wanking with. BJ came over and took my companions cock in his mouth, then took mine in his spare hand and started to suck and wank us both in turn only, to suddenly say 'Oh! Fuck!', stop what he was doing and reveal that in his excitement he had shot his own load. It's happened to us all!!! He left just leaving me and this factory worker to continue. I've always enjoyed pushing my hard cock between a bloke's legs and giving it some pelvic thrust and I was turned on when this Guy whispered 'I'd like to feel that between my legs.' Who was I to refuse. We moved across to the wall near the washbasins and I obliged with both of us keeping an eyeing for anyone arriving. He said someone might but usually by that time the lads on their way from work had been and gone and it became quiet. I got close to shooting my load and slipped out: we returned to wanking and finished each other off. After we had tidied up we left together and he came across the road to where I was parked. I asked him if he had a car and he said he was waiting for a bus to West Bromwich. As I was going that way I offered him a lift which he accepted and dropped him off near his street. On the way he told me a bit about the area and said he often called where we had met on his way from work. He added a few comments about who to look out for if I called again at that time the best of which he said was a man about his age, usually like him, with a lunch bag on his shoulder and a pair of overalls with the name of a Garage on it. He lived near the toilet and was known to invite lads back with him when he knew there was no one else at home. The attraction he told me was the size of this lads cock. He'd never seen one like it. This proved a great attraction to me and I made a point of calling there at teatime when ever I could - which wasn't all that often then, one day, many weeks later and into summer I walked in and there was someone who fitted this Guys description and stood by him a short thin Guy who initially I though was too young to play around with but turned out to be a student from the local Technical College who was twenty and looked several years younger. I stood a couple of stalls away but made a point of standing back so they could see my cock as I pissed. It worked. First the Garage Guy stood back to display that donkey cock I'd been told about and the student, looking across him towards me also stood back to show his solid knob. I gave them a signal that I'd keep watch from them if they liked. They did. Student immediately dropped his jeans - pale blue and skin tight which showed up the hairs on his peach of an ass - and turned to invite donkey cock in. Never! I thought, will he take that cock, but he did, albeit with a bit of a shout here and there and must have had at least six or seven inches up him before donkey gave a final thrust sending in what must have been nine or ten inches or perhaps even more. He rode Student's ass for some time but was suddenly interrupted by the image of someone arriving. We all moved to the stand-ups. The new arrival was none other than my factory worker friend. Garage Worker and Student recognised him at once and went back to their fuck. Factory gave me a nod, out came his cock and we both stood there wanking and watching while Garage gave Student the fuck of his life. Student wanked himself off before Garage had come off himself and he pulled off, dressed and with a wave left us. Garage said he waited weeks to get that Student who was a bit nervous and that was the first time he managed to persuade him to be fucked. Factory was playing with Garage's cock by now and nodded for me to have a feel. It felt good, particularly when Garage reached over and took my cock in one hand and Factory's cock in the other. Before we could finish we were interrupted. Neither of us seemed to fancy the newcomer and eventually Garage zipped up and moved to go out but on the way nodded for us to follow. We met him across the road. 'You know where I live' he said to Factory. 'Got time to come home with your mate' - meaning me - 'it's OK for an hour or so then the folks will be home.' Factory looked at me. 'I'm OK for a while' I said. 'OK' said Garage 'see you there in ten minutes.' and off he walked. Factory and myself stayed chatting for a while then we go into my van and he directed me the half mile or so to Garage's street. We parked near and as we reached his door it opened and he invited us in - he'd been watching out for our arrival. His safe spot was a large shed out at the back of the property where he kept a motorbike. Useful he said, because if the folks arrived early we could always leave quietly down a side passage without being seen. He had it all sorted. Being summer and being hot all three of us were soon stripped off. Garage was into Groups it seemed and happy with most things. Factory wanted the donkey cock up between his legs for a while and while it was there I played with his ass and with Garage's ass, which he seemed to like. I got no resistance so moved to let my knob end tickle Garage's ass. His response was pretty quick, he reached behind, caught my cock and pulled it into his ass. When he let go I kept it going and was soon several inches up him with the cheeks of his ass squeezing and opening against my prick and getting into the rhythm of a first class fuck. Soon Garage gently eased Factory away and his cock out from between Factory’s legs: he equally gently turned Factory round and pulled him back onto his cock. Factory has been there before. He made no protest and pushed gently back and with some gasps and a bit of whispered shouting eventually took most of Garage’s cock - so there we were, me up Garage and Garage up Factory. It was erotic stuff, particularly when both me and Garage appeared to shoot our loads at the same time upon which, Factory, who was wanking himself whilst being fucked by Garage also shot his load. The sweat was pouring off us as we slowly dressed and made for off. I gave Factory a lift home and also saw both he and Garage a few more times before I changed my job and went to work elsewhere. I even managed to have a quick home session one evening with Student who had eventually overcome his nerves and become a regular visitor to Garage’s back garden. So, that was one placed flagged up on my rounds. The second one was no less exciting and one I discovered, again by accident, and all will be revealed in the next episode. | ||
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 A blast from the past!! When I travel by Scotch Corner I make a habit of calling at the Snack Bar on the A66 just half a mile up from the A1. It's a large lay-by, always busy, has toilets and the snack bar offers a massive range of hot and cold food and drinks. So it was that one day recently I had done just that, bought a roll and a drink at the Snack Bar and was sat at a picnic table admiring a trendy looking trails bike on its stand nearby but minus any rider. With the roll and the drink finished I fancied another coffee so headed off to the snack bar, calling at the toilets on the way. I got back to the table just as the Owner of the Trials bike re-appeared. 'Nice job' I remarked. 'Don't get out on it as much as I'd like' he responded . 'How's that then?' I asked. 'I'm in the Army' he told me ' and only home on leave for a few weeks now and then. 'I'll get myself a drink and come and join you' he added. Two or three minutes later he was back and I asked him the inevitable question, had he been out to the likes of Iraq and Afghanistan. He had and we talked generally about life as a Soldier in such conditions. 'What about living conditions?' I asked. 'That' he told me 'does sometimes leave a lot to be desired, but it is a battle front after all. 'I'll tell you what' he went on, 'I've just been sat with a Trucker back down the lay-by for half an hour chatting about much the same thing, and I'll tell you now, that fucking cab of his is like a Palace compared to what the boys have to live in!' 'I know' I commented ' modern trucks have just about anything you could wish for on a home from home basis. At that point a truck came up through the lay-by towards us. 'This is the lad' said my Biker friend pointing to the approaching truck, 'he's got a drop in Penrith in a couple of hours'. By now the truck was virtually alongside us and the driver, with his window down, put his hand up to my friend who in turn waved back. What happened next was like something in slow-motion out of a film - almost unreal as the truck driver applied his brakes, and pulled very sharply into a space a little further up the lay-by: we both watched in silence, perhaps with a bit of concern. Had something gone wrong? Once stationary the door opened, the driver jumped out and came sprinting back towards us at speed. As he got within a few feet of us I, at least, knew why the sudden stop: he put his arms around me, hugged me, even kissed me on the cheek - some years older than last seen, still very fit looking, tidy in tight jeans and a big pair of boots, hair a bit longer - it was none other than Tom who had once been a neighbour and who, as a young teenager I had 'rescued' from near arrest for underage drinking: Tom whose exploits I've already recorded in my series of Stories about Working Away - Tom, who was once a Butchers' Boy, spent many hours tempting me with his generous cock, but not succeeding and who, when I had last caught up with him had, as now, taken up Trucking as a living. 'Fucking Hell Mate! Well! I thought I'd never see you again. Come back to the truck - I've only got a couple of minutes to spare, and let's get you into my mobile.' To a rather bewildered Biker friend I said 'hang fire, I'll be back.' Tom jumped in his cab, leant across and unlocked the passenger door. By the time I climbed in he was lying on his bunk and pulling me down on to it with him. More hugs and this time real kisses. 'Fucking hell Mate' he repeated 'I'm just over the fucking moon to see you again. There's hardly a week goes by I don't think about you.' More hugs. By now I could feel a solid prick pushing hard into my thigh. 'Looks as if somebody else is pleased to seem me' I teased, reaching down, taking his cock in my hand and giving it a good friendly squeeze. He reached across and took hold of mine which had risen at some speed and teasing back said it looked as though someone else wanted to get in on the act. 'Seems to be how I remember it' he added ' but thinking about it I never actually saw it in the daylight - not solid anyway.' 'Be my Guest' I invited, and without any second bidding he dropped my zip, reached inside and pulled out my more than rampant cock. 'That's better' he said, still teasing, 'your cock in my hand in 60 seconds flat, took fucking years to get that far last time - and then only once I seem to remember.' 'Better see how you've grown as well I suppose' I said and he did the job for me, dropping his own zip and pulling out a nice shapely weapon. 'Mate' he said 'this is just un-fucking-real. After all these years. Bad news though, I've got to be moving as I'm due up in Penrith in just under a couple of hours. Where do you live? he asked. I told him. 'Fucking brilliant' he said ' I pass there at least once or twice every month: I'll sort it out as an overnight stop. We zipped up, both full of frustration, swapped mobile numbers and I jumped down to let him get on his way. Before he moved off however he jumped out as well, came around to the passenger side and gave me a final peck on the lips, and a cheeky feel at my still solid cock and as he did said quietly, 'the lad your chatting to will help you with that - he helped me with mine - but save a bit for me next time around.' With that he was in his cab, engine fired up and on his way. We met up a couple of weeks later: he stayed the night and we caught up with each other's news and managed to finish off what we had just started lying on his bunk!!. Back to then however and I returned to the picnic table to find my Soldier friend sat waiting. 'Better have another coffee after that' I said 'Do you want one?' He accepted and I returned a few minutes later with a cup each. Tom, the Trucker, I explained, was once my neighbour and I'd known him since he was in is late teens but had lost touch some years ago when I moved North. 'No doubt I'll be able to catch up with him now' I added, 'as we have exchanged numbers and he passes within a couple of miles of home quite often. I don't know if he's married, has a family or what these days.' My Soldier friend could tell me he was single and the Truck he was driving was owned by a Mate of his who had a truck as well. That was inclined to fit as in the days I knew him he had a much older Trucker Mate who he was away with as often as he could and might now well be in business with that Mate. I was not for telling Soldier about any of the more personal things I knew about Tom and turned the subject back to Army Life. 'I read this week' I told him, 'that you Lads have been causing the Army a problem by getting too many female soldiers pregnant, to the point where they are openly encouraging female soldiers to carry their own condoms.' Soldier laughed. 'I've heard that' he said 'but not into it myself: plenty of other ways to get some relief without getting someone pregnant.' 'That's true' I agreed, 'and I've tried a few of them in my time.' 'Same here Mate' he said with a grin, 'from my Mate's ass to my own right hand.' 'Something like that' I agreed ' and a few BJ's here and there as well.' During these exchanges I noticed Soldier moving around on the bench so his back was to the road and he was facing me with legs slightly apart. I made no secret of taking a look down between his legs and spotting a very erect cock lying down his leg. Seeing my look he grasped it in his fist and gave it a good squeeze. 'This is when you miss your Mates' he said with another grin. 'Do what I do' I told him, 'if your 'regular' is missing find something else!' 'That an offer?' he asked. 'If you like' I replied, 'but obviously not here. Any ideas?' I asked. 'I know a couple of spots if you want to follow me' he said, and so we set off on what was a fairly short journey into a quiet Country road and pulling in on a small piece of hard standing alongside a small but fairly thick wooded area. He pushed his bike in through a small gap and propped it on its stand just inside the wood and out of sight of any passing traffic. I locked my vehicle and walked in to join him. Walking a few yards into the trees we came across a small grass area. Together with unbuttoned and unzipped and were soon gently squeezing and stroking each others tools. Soon Soldier was on his knees with his tongue licking my knob end then his lips slowly but firmly travelling down across the shaft until I was almost fully down in his throat. As a lucky 'above-average' Guy most people who did as he was doing would soon begin to choke but not Soldier. I had the feeling he would have happily eaten more than I could offer. He knew his game and I had to ease him off as the excitement was getting me to close to an early climax. We returned to gentle wanking and with lips getting every closer were soon into some pretty heavy snogging during which he confided, as we came up for breathe now and then, that he could be either way if I felt like a fuck and he'd got a condom or two in his pocket. 'You sure?' I asked, 'Sure' he replied 'long time since I had a weapon the size of yours' and so he got fucked, fast and hard, taking full length without complaint, wanking himself off at the same time. After a tidy up, and with breathe back he suggested we went and got our strength back with another coffee and roll at the snack bar. By now it was quieter and we sat at a table away from the roadside where we could talk without being overheard. He was interested to know if I had every fucked Tom the Trucker or even played around with him. I told him how Tom and I had become Mates when I 'rescued' him from near arrest for underage drinking and had let him stay at my place for a couple of hours before going home because he knew his Dad would put the fist in if he went home smelling of drink. His Dad, I explained was a nasty piece of goods and I was probably the first Man to show Tom any respect and in a sense became a Father figure to him. He was often at my place I explained, sometimes being a bit of a problem when there was a bit of a lads party going on, and over the months I increasingly felt from the body language that he wanted some sort of sexual contact but I did not respond and it was only after three, maybe four years, we had actually wanked each other off when we stopped in a Park for a piss walking home one night after having more than a few pints each - and that had been it. 'Well' said Soldier 'when you meet him next time I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't get another chance.' 'How's that?' I asked. 'Well' said Soldier again, 'I was in the bog there having a slash when he came in and he stood next to me and made no attempt to cover up, just stood there pissing with his thumbs in his waist band: the sight of his cock brought mine up in seconds and he just looked across, winked and said to follow him. Back in the Truck he flipped the curtains across, stripped off bollock naked and helped me do the same and we sucked each other to completion and he was no beginner - in fact half an hour later we both came off a second time.' 'Something to look forward to then' I said and nodding down at my crouch to expose a cock once more solid, which I squeezed, added ' on the way already.' 'And fucking me.' said Soldier, also sprouting a stiff cock in his jeans yet again. 'Time for another?' he asked. 'Time for that' I replied . 'Same place?' 'Same place' he replied and five minutes later we were back in the wooded copse, stripped and down on the grass. It was some time later before we both shot our load for the second time that afternoon - Soldier for the third time!! Ultimately we were ready to set off home. Soldier followed me down the A1 for a short distance eventually overtaking me and with a wave, disappearing down a side road somewhere in the Catterick area. Very much a day of unexpected surprises: pity they don't happen more often. | ||
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Bulk tipper driver - Part 4 of 4 In my previous posting I told how the last meeting with my Geordie trucker was quite by chance in a new location. I called there several times in the following weeks but did not manage to see him however the lay-by proved to be very well known by truckers and in the space of three months or so I became mates with six or so of them and on nodding terms with one or two others. Of the ones I got to know two were hung like the proverbial donkey, the downside being that the most friendly one of the two just liked to be wanked off lying on his bunk and watch himself shoot his load and the other one of the two, enjoyed a mutual wank, but that was all. They were both in their thirties had a good ten thick inches when solid. Of the other one younger driver, only in his twenties, used to lie on his bunk stripped naked and wanking, eventually sitting up in the driver’s seat and opening the door, carrying on wanking as long as I stood outside wanking as well, then eventually, provided it was dark, he would drop down from his seat and take over wanking me off as I finished him off. If it looked as though I was going to shoot my load before he dropped down out of the cab he used to tell me to hold back so that he could finish me off - ‘love that fucking prick of yours’ he used to say. The others were a good mixture. One liked to get a threesome going and was more turned on when we did. We made it a few times with other local lads, watched once by another trucker in his mirrors who didn’t want to join in but said afterwards he jerked himself off watching us! Twelve, even eighteen months went past. The lay-by continued to be well worth a visit, managing at least a wank on one out of three average calls. We are talking about five or six years ago. It went through a period where there were several thefts from lorries and constant police presence, then it was ‘taken over’ by TV’s and this brought in a different set of truckers and the disappearance of those who weren’t into drag. Now it has the odd moment, but many nights its empty. Going back to the good old past however, I drove in one night in mid-week, after dark on an extremely hot September night. The first problem was finding a place to park. I managed to scrape into a gap at the top end of a line of trucks. There must have been ten or so parked up side by side along one edge of the lay-by. There was one other truck which had managed to get in across the front of the line but leaving enough room for any of them to get out and up, almost bumper to bumper with this truck was a car. The truck and the car were in darkness. The line of trucks included three from the same firm, with all three drivers sat in one cab with the curtains open and the cab lights on. There were signs of life in a couple of others and the rest were in darkness. My immediate reaction was ‘carry on and look elsewhere’ particularly with three truckers in one cab who could easily see anyone walking about outside. I was on the point of driving away when another car pulled in and parked up behind the one already bumper to bumper with the truck on its own. In its lights I did at least see that there was someone sat in the original car, and a trucker sat in the truck in front of it, his curtains half open and the cab lights off. Immediately the door of the second car opened and out stepped a typical mannequin - everything just a bit too tight, thumbs in pocket, fingers groping down legs and a walk they would have been proud of at the Royal Ballet! Must watch this I thought. The three truckers in the one cab were eyeballed - even stared at - then the other trucks got an inspection. Surprisingly there seemed to be no reaction from the three truckers. Only later I noticed they all had foreign registrations and probably it was the norm where they came from! The final inspection came for the trucker parked at the side and the car in front of him, with our newcomer posing beneath the cab window and then proceeding around past the driver’s door and unfortunately out of my sight. Nothing seemed to happen for a couple of minutes. The driver of the original car must have got curious and he opened his door presumably to go and see if the newcomer had jumped the queue so to speak. He was just about to get out when the apparition glided back into view, headed for their car, got in, started up, and left. With all this excitement I was in need of a piss so I walked across the lay-by into the wood well behind the car and truck, emptied a good full bladder and walked back to the van. I was still undecided whether to bother waiting or not. I put the light on in the van, looked at my watch, found a packet of mints, took one out, put the light off and was just about to start up when I noticed the light was on in the truck on the side and the driver was pulling his curtains together. After a short while the lights went out and almost immediately after the drivers door opened and then shut again more or less straight away and that was it. The car driver’s curiosity got the better of him again and out he got and went to look down the side of the truck. I watched and waited but he didn’t seem to reappear. ‘Lucky bastard’ I thought, I suppose he’s made it with that trucker. I was still reflecting on his fortune and wondering whether I should risk it, try for a threesome, or let him have it one-to-one when I was distracted by a movement behind my van. I slapped the door lock down just in case of trouble when a face appeared at the passenger window, and a gently tap on the glass. It was none other than my Geordie trucker. He had crept around the back of the other trucks. I unlocked the door and he jumped in. ‘For fucks sake mate’ he said ‘I thought you were going to drive off’ ‘I was about to’ I told him ‘it didn’t seem worth the wait with all these truckers sat about and the car across the way. Anyway’ I asked ‘where are you parked up?’ ‘In front of that car’ he replied ‘You‘ve got a different motor’ I said. ’So have you’ he replied ’that’s why I didn’t know it was you until you went for a slash’ ‘No good with the car?’ I asked. ‘He’s alright’ he replied ‘I was hanging out a bit to see if you were about. Had him in reserve. He was chatting earlier on when it was still daylight and I let him have a feel but said I’d see him later on and he had just come back before you turned up’ ‘What about the poser?’ I asked. ‘That did my fucking head in’ he replied. ‘Fucking stood under my motor, got his prick out and started wanking. I wound the window down and told him the only thing he get up his ass would be my boot if he was still there in the next 30 seconds. I like playing around as you know, but for fuck’s sake, with a bit of discretion.’ During these exchanges I had got my prick out and was pulling gently on it. Geordie reached across, and took it in his hand. ‘That’s two pricks ready for some action then’ he said, ‘where we going?’ ‘I’ll find a spot’ I replied and I started up and drove out. ‘There’s a useful spot about half a mile away’ I told him. ‘There’s an all-night cafe in it and no one thinks other that you are in the cafe if you park up near it, then instead of going to the cafe you can walk into some woods, well away from the road. This we did and found a good grassy opening a good hundred yards inside the wood. It was still red hot and the first thing I did was take off my tee shire. Geordie followed suit then carried on a took off his shorts and pants and stood there bollock naked with a rampant hard pointing up to the night sky. ‘Good thinking batman’ I said, and followed suit. He leaned against a tree and pulled me up to him, pushing my throbbing tool between his legs, which seemed to have become a firm favourite, and mouths and tongues met for the first time for many a month and stayed locked for three or four minutes. We got a good pelvic rhythm going at the same time and my prick slid gently in and out between his thighs. We separated after a while and I went gently down onto his nipples, then kneeling down, across and over his waist, around his thighs and onto his cock, taking it slowly and gently full length into my mouth. He moved down himself and met me on his knees. We both went down towards each others cock and rolled out side by side to have our first ever sixty-niner. This was fairly short lived as Geordie was now getting well hyped up and wanted more action from my tongue elsewhere. I went back towards his thighs, then, turning him slowly over, and me around, I took it towards his ass and let it slowly explore. What an effect. He pushed his ass up towards my tongue and was saying, ‘fucking hell, what a fucking tongue, go on, push it in, fucking hell mate, keep going, that’s fucking beautiful’ until I had the feeling he was going to come off at any second. I stopped but he asked for more. I obliged and then, out of the blue he said, ‘put your cock there’ ‘On your ass?’ I asked. ‘Yes. Go on’ he said so I knelt over him and slowly put my cock down on his ass and rubbed it up and down across his buttocks. ‘You got a rubber?’ he asked. ‘Yes’ I said, ‘always carry one just incase’ I reached across to my jeans and took one out of my pocket, he reached over and took it off me, opened the packet, took the rubber out and started to roll it over my cock. ‘Your fucking cock looks bigger every time I see it’ he said ‘this fucking rubber’s going to have a struggle to get round it!’ It went on anyway and he started to play with my cock, suck on it, wank it and then lying once more face down asked me to play it on is ass. I lowered myself gently down and stroked around his buttocks and ass with my tool. Slowly he moved himself until my prick was primed right in the centre of his ass then he slowly began to move his ass up and down onto it. I took pace with him and as he gently pushed up I pushed slowly down and soon he was taking the first couple of inches inside him. He was a bit tense and with each thrust he was flinching a bit and saying ‘fucking hell mate’ and then ‘take it steady’ then he was arching his up again for more. I began to play with his thighs as I worked in an out and felt his body relax. ‘Go on mate’ he said ‘I’m fucking enjoying this. Let it rip’ Now he was less tense I began to give a bit more thrust and speed up the movement, pushing a bit further each time. The feeling was fantastic. This was the best fuck I had had for months, if not years. I was getting to the point for shooting long and hard but wanted us to climax at the same time. He eventually took almost full length before I pulled gently out. No words were spoken. We both stood up, back against our tree with tongues once more sliding in an out between our lips and a hand on each others prick, slowly wanking towards termination. When it arrived we did our usual, turned side on to each other with an arm round shoulders. I had already whipped my rubber off and we once more finished ourselves off within seconds of each other, both sending gallons shooting across the grass. We cleared our rubbish into a hole dug in the forest floor with the toe of a boot.‘ You’ve fucking done that before’ I teased, as we walked back towards the van. ‘No mate’ he said ‘No, I’ve screwed a couple of lads in my time and been tempted to try and take it, but never been able to take the plunge when it’s come to it’ ‘So, why tonight?’ I asked. ‘Just seemed OK’ he said ‘have known you a while, not quite the same as trying something new with a first-timer - and after all, you were the first bloke I ever wanked off with’ ‘You serious?’ I asked. ‘I know you said that at time but I'd heard it before' 'Straight up' he said, 'you were the first' There’s been a few since mind you - but I’ll tell you this, when I’m left with fuck all but a DIY session when there’s nothing doing, its your cock I wank about!’ ‘You’re just a fucking sentimentalist’ I told him as we were just reaching the main road again. Nothing was said: he just pulled me towards him and gave a gentle peck on the lips. I took him back to his truck. The car driver had given up and gone home. The foreigners had settled for the night and I left Geordie thinking what a great mate he was. I had decided that when we did meet again, I would reciprocate if the spirit arose and for the first time ever let him give me a first time experience. Over the past five or six years we have never met again. If we had there would have been another story to tell: unfortunately there isn’t and for now, that must be it. May 2010 - I expect my Geordie Trucker is still out there somewhere. I know the Company he worked for no longer trades under the same name and constantly look at all the North Eastern lads I see parked up - but as yet no luck! | ||
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Bulk tipper driver - Part 3 of 4 The last part of my experiences with my trucker friend from the North East ended where our woodland session had been interrupted only to find the newcomer, himself a trucker, had watched us heading into the trees and had eventually followed hoping that there might be some action taking place which he could join in. He had been a welcome guest. When the party finally split up my Geordie trucker friend, who I hadn’t seen for a year or so, said he hoped it wouldn’t be as long before we met again. His wish was soon granted. About ten days later I called at the usual lay-by to find it empty. Not a single truck in sight. It was a Friday and Friday nights are always poor when you are on the lookout for a trucker as most of them have headed home for the weekend. A car drove in. I recognised the driver who I had had a little play with once or twice before. He was a miner and I assumed on his way to work. At the end of the lay-by he did a turn, came back, and pulled alongside me. I wound the window down to greet him. ‘Were you hear Monday night?’ he asked. ‘No’ I replied, ‘haven’t been here for a couple of weeks or so. Why? Turns out he had been parked in the lay-by about 9pm on the Monday evening on his way to work and had seen a trucker following a young lad into the wood and about two minutes later a police van had arrived and parked up and almost immediately the trucker and the young lad were brought out of the wood by two policemen, put into the police van and driven off. The policemen then walked out of the lay-by, across the road, through a gate into a field, only to drive out a couple of minutes later and head off. Their police car had been parked behind the hedge, inside the field and they were hanging about in the wood. A lesson to us all I thought!! Of more concern however was whether the trucker was my Geordie mate. I asked my miner friend if he could remember whose truck it was as I had a ‘regular’ who parked up overnight. He said whose truck it was because it was still there when he came off shift the following morning but the driver was with it because he saw him. At least it wasn’t my trucker mate. Not only was the lay-by empty because it was Friday but news spreads fast and no doubt it would be a no-go area for cruising for a while. My miner friend set off towards the pit and I decided to move on an try another lay-by a few miles away. When I got there it was also deserted. This lay-by is also nicely back off the road and surrounded by woods and bushes so I parked up along the roadside so that I could see the traffic going past. I had been there a few minutes: it was just getting dusk. I was listening to the radio and dozing a bit when I was woken by the sound of a truck’s hooter as it went by. When I came to all I could see was its rear lights disappearing in the distance. I settled back and a couple of minutes later saw a truck coming towards me indicating that he was going to pull into the lay-by and who should it be but my Geordie trucker! He reversed up alongside me, ran around the back of his truck and jumped into the passenger seat of my motor. ‘Thought it was you’ he said. ‘I went round the island down the road and came back.‘ His hand came straight across, he was dropping my zip and pulling my prick out in seconds. I responded. He was as solid as a rock and his usual rampant self. ‘Can’t hang about too long tonight’ he said, ’there are three of us on this run. The other two are waiting to load but will be passing in an hour or so. We’re meeting up near Ferrybridge for the night’ As we played I told him about events at our usual lay-by earlier in the week. He knew. He had seen it happen as he had been there earlier that night, seen the police car arrive, park in the field, and the policemen walk into the woods. It would seem that before that there had been some action in the woods and a car had pulled in and two young lads had gone running into the woods, only to return very quickly and were seen talking excitedly with dad and pointing into the woods. Dad had put them in the car and gone into the woods only to return himself shouting abuse at three cruisers who he had obviously seen and disturbed, and who were now leaving rather rapidly. The police had arrived soon after, presumed called by the irate dad. Whilst relating the details of the event it was obvious that the experience had been a bit of a shock for my Geordie friend. Whilst he knew there were risks he had probably underestimated them and this was a useful lesson in caution. Watch out with cruisers themselves as well I told him, it is not unknown for plain clothes police to loiter in a solicitous way: if in doubt let them make the first move and if there are two or more ‘cruisers’ hanging about don’t move anyway as it would be your word against theirs! ‘Anyway’ I added ‘there’s no one else about tonight’ ‘Makes you think though doesn’t it’ he said. ‘Agreed’ I replied. It isn’t all that easy to stretch out in a small van so after a while I moved down below his truck so that it hid us from the passing traffic and we stood leaning on the side of his wagon. I found his nipples and after gently fingering them and giving a squeeze here and there I brought my tongue into action and let it travel up and over his nipples and eventually started to give them a gentle suck in turn. I left one hand on his prick, wanking it slowly, he had one arm around me and the other pumping my tool. Gradually I brought my tongue down across his chest and bending down took his prick full between my lips. He was away! The glazed look in the eyes, his hands rubbing through my hair. After a while I moved slowly back up, did my usual and pushed my throbbing prick between his legs and pushed my tongue into his waiting mouth and let it explore every corner it could find. He responded as never before. It must have been three or four minutes before our lips parted and only then because we needed some air! No sooner had we separated than we joined up again. Tongues thrusting here and there, a hand on each others prick and wanking at an increasing speed. After a while Geordie let go and turned slowly round pushing his bum firmly against my cock. His jeans were round his knees. His hand came back onto my tool and he pulled it towards his buttocks. ‘Slip it between my legs’ he said and in it went. I moved one hand round onto his prick and the other onto his right nipple and began to play. His hand came up between his legs as he fondled my prick as it thrust in an out. After a while I put my hands on his waist and bending gently down let my tongue play with the cheeks of his ass and slowly, but surely, head towards his ass itself. I flicked the tip of my tongue gently around the opening and felt his whole body respond. I let the action get stronger and deeper and before long he was moaning and squirming with pent up ecstasy . ‘Slow down’ he said ‘slow down a bit. I don’t want to come off yet’ I turned him round and pulled his tool between my legs and squeezed them hard together. I’m sure his prick had swollen another couple of inches. It was a good thick one anyway but I reckon the usual seven or eight inches had become nine. Tongues went into top gear again as we thrust our bodies in an out with each other. The tension rose again, we could tell we were about to let go and turning side by side, with arms around each other, and tongues still exploring the inner depths of each others mouth our loads shot away into the distance. This session had been our most rampant yet. We both ended up out of breath and, as always, my Geordie trucker had revealed yet another secret passion with a bum that enjoyed the thrust of a gentle tongue! After a gentle hug and punch on the shoulder he left - just in time, because a couple of minutes later, while I was waiting to pull out of the lay-by the other two wagons from his firm drove by. Our next meeting was in that same spot but nearly eighteen months later and we nearly missed out on each other that night as I will tell at a later date. | ||
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Bulk Tipper Driver - Part 2 of 4 A year had probably passed by since our previous meeting. As with most drivers they are here today and gone tomorrow and I had all but forgotten my Geordie trucker. I had called at that same lay-by many times and had the occasional meet - one night I remember having a session with three truckers independently within an hour: a rare event which hasn’t been repeated since more is the pity! This particular night I had been taken back by the sheer volume of traffic going in the opposite direction to me: it was non-stop with long queues at all roundabouts and junctions. When I got to the lay-by in question it was packed with trucks, hardly room for another - a first if ever there was one as the usual was ten or so, but tonight must have been over 30 of them. I managed to pull into a small space and thought I would ask one of the truckers what was going on. The first two behind me were curtained up, the driver of the third truck was sat in the passenger seat with his window down and as his cab had a CB aerial. Before I could ask he leant out of his window and said ‘alright then mate?’ ‘Fine mate’ I had replied. ‘Where’s all the fucking traffic come from?’ ‘There’s been a big smash on the Motorway’ he said in reply to my question ‘it’s likely to be closed for a few hours and this is the diversion’ ‘Cheers’ I said, and turned to go. ‘You haven’t recognised me have you?’ he said as I moved away. I turned back, looked at him and said ’Sorry no. Have we met before?’ ’We have’ he said. ’Where?’ I asked. ’Here’ he replied. ’When?’ I asked. ’A year or so ago’ he said ’I was driving for (and he said who)’ ’Fucking hell’ I said ’you’ve changed at bit’ The No.1 haircut for one thing had replaced some longer curls he had when we had met before and it looked as if he had lost a bit of weight. ‘How y’doing?’ ‘Pretty fair’ he said ‘bit better still in a few minutes I hope.’ ‘Bit busy tonight I said, pity it’s not dark’ ‘Ay’ he said ‘anyway, have a walk up into the wood. I’ll follow in a couple of minutes when I’ve got my boots on.’ ‘OK’ I said and walked back up the lay-by and turned through a gap into the woods. Once in the wood which was pretty overgrown I found a fallen tree and sat on it waiting. A couple of minutes later he appeared with the bulge of his solid cock heaving to and fro up and down his leg as he walked. ‘So, what have you been up to?’ I asked when he arrived. ‘This and that’ he said ‘but not enough of fucking this though!’ ‘Nor me’ I said ‘not been much decent cock about lately’ ‘Are we going to get them out or what then?’ he said, showing how rampant he obviously was, and as he said it he was hoisting his prick out from his jeans and starting to give it a hard wank. I followed suit and as soon as I had my prick out he took over wanking mine and I reached across and continued the wank he had started for himself. As we wanked I noticed his nipples sticking out of the fairly tight tee shirt he was wearing and with my right hand still playing hard on his prick I slipped my left hand onto his waist, under the tee shirt and gradually up his thigh onto his chest and across onto his right nipple. I ran a finger lightly around it ever pushing just a little harder, then giving it a gently pinch. His prick seemed to grow another inch in my right hand, his face looked as though he had been hypnotised: something told me this was his turn on! Over the following months I found out that it was! I let his cock go and slid my other hand up on to his other nipple. He now had my prick in one hand and his own in the other. Then, suddenly he let go and put his hands on my waist, slid them down until they were on the top of my legs, either side of my cock, and before I knew it he was on his knees, one hand now round my prick, and his open mouth moving in on me, taking just an inch or so, then a bit more, then finally up to his hand and he was wanking me into his mouth and flicking his tongue around my knob end. After only a minute or so he got up, and looking straight into my face said ‘I been fucking dying to try that’ ‘Spot on’ mate I replied and without further comment went down and returned the compliment, giving him a good long suck before coming up for air myself. As soon as I stood up he had my prick in his hand again and I took over on his. I moved slowly forward, eased him back onto a tree and taking hold of my own prick pushed it firmly between his thighs. He closed his legs tight around it and I started giving him the old pelvic thrust, at the same time finding his cock again and wanking it as it lay between our bodies. I was looking straight into his face and getting that hypnotic look back again. Almost like two magnets our mouths seemed to come together and without any prompt from me his tongue was out, in my mouth and exploring every corner. We sucked on each others tongue, wanked each others prick, with our other arm around each other for minutes. ‘You bastard’ he teased ‘that’s something else you’ve got me into!’ We were both obviously on the verge of coming and parted to shoot our load across the ground and not all over each other when we were brought back to reality by the sound of someone approaching. The passion died in an instant as we zipped up and sat on the log chatting just as another trucker appeared a few yards away. A youngster he seemed although later he said he was nearer 30 than 20. A good six foot tall and looked a bit like a rugby player. ‘All right?’ lads he asked and before we could reply continued ‘a bit fucking cooler here than in the bloody cab’ We both agreed. ‘Got fed up with the tele’ he said, ‘nothing to read, and pissed off with all that traffic. Not even the odd couple cruising through to chat up.’ I was recovering from being disturbed by now and his quick reference to sex made me instinctively have a look and see if there were any signs of a prick showing down his leg. He had got is hand in his pocket and was clearly holding his prick and giving it the odd squeeze. My Geordie mate must have seen the movement as well and probably without realising it played his trump card. ‘If there’s nothing about’ he said to the newcomer ‘do like me, have a fucking wank’ ‘I’ve had one today’ said the newcomer. ‘Have another’ said my mate ‘I’ve had a couple and I’ll probably have another before I get my head down for the night’ ’Fucking hell’ said the newcomer ’you must have some stamina.’ I was getting back on form again by now and out of the corner of my eye I could see that Geordie had also got a raging hard on again and was letting it show down his left leg. The bulge obviously didn’t go unnoticed by the newcomer. ‘Looks as though you’re up and ready for another now’ he said, nodding down at Geordie’s lump. Geordie pulled his zip down, reached in, pulled out is prick and just said ‘no time like the present’ and started to give himself a slow wank. ‘What about your mate? he said to Geordie, nodding at me. ‘I’m up for it’ I said, answering on Geordie’s behalf and had my own prick out and being wanked in no time. No hesitation from the newcomer. ‘Might as well join you’ he said and taking his hand out of his pocket exposed a prick fighting its way out of his jeans. I looked at Geordie. Geordie looked at me and looking at the newcomer he said ‘we were having one when we heard you about’ ‘I wondered if you were’ said the newcomer. ‘I saw you talking then moving off into the wood half an hour or so ago. I thought I’d leave you to it but the fucking urge got me. If there was something going I didn‘t want to miss it!’ By now his prick was out, fully wound up and he was wanking at a fast rate of knots. A nice tool as well. A good thick handful. Instinctively we all began playing with each other. He said he enjoyed being sucked but didn’t do it himself. We both gave me a bit of what he liked, and each other while he watched. Watching us seemed to turn him on and he said so. ‘Fucking love to watch blokes at it’ he said ‘and join in if they want it’ We took the hint and asked him to keep a bit of a lookout and with that carried on where we had left off when he had appeared. He loved it. So did we. As we were coming to the climax we separated as before and as we shot yards across the forest floor a moan of sheer ecstasy came from our new mate has his load followed ours. ‘That, lads’ he said, ‘as he zipped up ‘was a fuck sight better than any DIY wank.’ No fun on your own we agreed. We strolled slowly back together out of the wood and down to Geordie’s truck. He found some cans of coke and we stood exchanging experiences until well after dark. Eventually both he and the other trucker said they had to get their heads down for an early start. The new lad left for his cab. I made note of the wagon for future reference, and hung on with Geordie for another couple of minutes. ‘You’ve come on since I last saw you’ I remarked ‘where did you learn to give a blowjob then?’ ‘I hadn’t done it before tonight’ he said. ‘I’ve had a few sessions with blokes since I last saw you and had mine sucked. I’ve never wanted to try it myself but tonight it just happened.’ ‘For a starter mate’ I said ‘it was a fair performance: look forward to a repeat’ ‘Same here’ he said ‘and before long I hope’ He was to have his wish before long as well - details of that at a later date but for then if was ‘cheers mate’ see you again as he went to bed and I set off for home. | ||
| Rigger Moderator Username: Rigger Post Number: 556 Registered: 03-2003 Rating: |
Bulk Tipper Driver - Part 1 of 4 For new visitors to Gaybod here is a repeat of part one of a series of stories I posted some time ago about my encounters with a trucker over a number of years. There are three more episodes and I’ll add them in the coming weeks. Apologies if you have already had a read, no apologies though if you have had similar experiences and failed to tell u about it - get posting!! What a dull week it had been. Not a sign of action in any of the lay-bys I’ve dropped into. Even the lay-bys where trucks often park overnight have contained nothing more than a collection of motors with curtains firmly drawn to shut out the wind and the rain. Coming north from Nottingham one evening I spent a good hour parked in a lay-by on the edge of Sherwood Forest: eight or ten trucks parked up, all the drivers it seemed were tucked up and fast asleep - at 8’o clock! Hang around I thought, something might pull in but what did wasn’t worth a second look. As I sat there quietly dozing to the sound of the radio I remembered that this was the lay-by where, a few years ago, I had met up with a Trucker who, when we had eventually wanked each other off claimed that although he had three or four wanks a day himself it was the first time he had had one with another bloke. Most of us have heard that claimed at some time or other and usually treat it a bit sceptically. “D’you reckon you’ll try it again?” I had asked. “Reckon I might was the answer” I met that Trucker many times over the following six or seven years, sadly haven’t seen him for several years now but as I got to know him better and a degree of trust developed, I think that first time for him probably was the first time. It was early Autumn. I had pulled into that same lay-by just as night was falling. I remember there were quite a few trucks spread out along its length but like this week didn’t seem to be any signs of activity. I had parked up a few yards in front of a large bulk tipper loaded with coal from one of the local collieries and I was facing the same direction: I couldn’t see the trucks windscreen in my interior mirror but as I had pulled in its cab, like the others was in darkness. I dug out one of my ‘emergency’ magazines to pass the time away, put the interior light on and started reading. I had been there for quite a time when something caught my eye in the wing mirror. I wasn’t sure what. I put my interior light out and sat looking in the mirror. There it was again. It was the glow of a cigarette end in the cab of the truck behind. So there was life in this lay-by after all! Nothing more seemed to happen so I put my light back on and carried on reading. I eventually decided I was wasting my time - there might be some action in a lay-by further on. I put the magazine down and was reaching for the seat belt when I saw the cab door of the truck behind me open and the driver jumping down. He went across the front of his truck and in my other wing mirror I could see his outline stood near the front wheel of his truck. A bit of rapid action on my part and I was out and down the side of my van having a piss. Trucker was still pissing when I got there. He shook off the drops and looking across said in his soft Teeside accent ‘I was ready for that’. ‘Same here’ I replied ‘should make it home now without another stop’. I finished and Trucker was standing in front of his cab lighting up another cigarette. Seemed as though he wanted a chat - nothing unusual a lot of them do - it’s a break from the boredom of being on their own all the time. ‘Looked as if you were enjoying your mag.’ he remarked. ‘I didn’t know you were watching’ I replied ‘but it’s not a bad one, worth the odd wank’. ‘I thought I saw the old arm moving’ he said. ‘Christ’ I said, I’ll have to watch it, I didn’t think there was anybody about’ ‘Don’t let it bother you mate’ he said ‘the next wank I have over a mag. won’t be the first, or the fucking last I hope’. ‘Were you having a wank as well then?’ I had asked him. ‘Well, let’s say I was thinking about some of the stories I’ve read and getting ready for one’ This seemed like a good opening so I said I had packed it in because I was nearly coming off and didn’t want to shoot my load all over the inside of my motor. You could have nipped out and finished it off he’d said. ‘True’ I said, ‘if you’re into wanking then you won’t be embarrassed if I finish it off now‘ ‘Be my guest’ he said so I slipped my hand in through the zip, pulled my prick out, which had been solid for the last five minutes and started to give it a slow wank. Trucker was watching with what seemed interest. ‘That’s a wide one’ he said ‘and a decent length. I can just see that one in action in some of those fucking stories I’ve read’ ‘It’s no record breaker’ I told him. ‘Fucking not bad’ he had said. ‘Nothing exceptional’ I had told him, turning in his direction ‘have a feel for yourself’. Surprisingly he reached across, put his hand around my prick, let go and said ‘fuck sight bigger then mine’. I asked him what stories turned him on and he told me at some length which ones did. While he was talking I had noticed in the moonlight that his zip was fully down and his hand was in the pocket of his jeans and I was pretty sure he had it around a solid piece of meat. ‘You have a wank over them then do you?’ I had asked. ‘Fucking do’ he had replied. Let’s give it a push I thought. ‘It’s lonely wanking on me own’ I said, ‘get your fucker out and join me’ Then came the gentle resistance. ‘No mate’ he said, ‘carry on. I’ll have one before I settle down for the night’ ‘It’s early’ I told him ‘you’ll have time for another before bedtime. Get it out and fucking join in’ Nothing was said but his hand came out of his pocket, into the flies of his jeans and he pulled out a beautiful long thick prick and started to wank alongside me. ‘Nothing to be ashamed of there mate’ I told him ‘that’s good competition for the best of them’ He seem pleased with the compliment and carried on wanking. We chatted on about magazines and stories we had read. ‘This reminds me of my youth’ I said. ‘How’s that?’ he asked. ‘Well, I had two or three mates who I used to wank off with, one in particular was always coming around so we could wank off together: he used to like to wank mine whilst I wanked his. ‘Fucking hell’ he said ‘did you’? ‘Yea’ I said ‘it was a right fucking turn on. I’ve done it more than a few times since. D’you want to try it?’ I had asked him. ‘Not sure’ he had replied ‘go on mate’ I said ‘give it a try’ and I turned to face him with my prick just a couple of inches away from his - ‘there’s nobody about’ He had hesitated and then letting go of his own prick he had reached across and started to pull on mine. I took hold of his and in silence we continued to wank each other. I could tell he was getting near to shooting and I was as well. ‘When you’re ready to come mate’ I told him ‘take over on your own’ Within half a minute we were both finishing ourselves off. ‘Fucking hell’ he said as he shot his load ‘I reckon that’s gone to the other side of the road’. Then, where this story began, came the ‘I’ve never done that with a bloke before.’ No sound of guilty conscience or anything. ‘D’you enjoy it though?’ I had asked. ‘OK’ he had replied. ‘D’you reckon you’ll ever give it another try?’ I had asked. ‘I might think about it’ he had said. We had chatted for a few minutes, I had grabbed the magazine I had been reading, gave it to him and said ‘here your are mate, have the next one on me’ ‘Cheers mate’ he had said. ‘I’ll look out for you again’ and with that I left him. About a week later I called in the same lay-by. It was later and quite dark. There were only two or three trucks parked up that night, all in darkness and I didn’t recognise any of them. I had pulled in at the end of the lay-by deciding to wait a few minutes to see if anyone cruised in. The main road was busy but this lay-by is set back off the road. I was looking back down the lay-by in my mirror for signs of any other motors pulling in when, in the headlights I saw a driver jump down from one of the trucks halfway back down the lay-by and start walking in my direction. Going to the waste bin I presumed but he passed that and kept coming. As he go close I wound the window down expecting to be asked for directions which happens from time to time. When he came alongside he said ‘alright mate. We met last week; how’re you doing? ‘Bloody hell’ I replied ‘didn’t notice your motor when I came through’ ‘Got a spare this week’ he said ‘usual motor is off for servicing and MOT. ‘Is that you down in the middle facing the other way?’ I had asked. ‘That’s me’ he said. ‘Right. I’ll turn round and come and join you’ By the time I had turned and pulled up in front of his motor he was already back and stood leaning on the front of the cab. I got out and went to him to find he had his prick out and was wanking away like a good’un. ‘Your fucking keen for a bloke whose never done this before’ I teased. ‘T’was true’ he said ‘I hadn’t wanked off with another bloke before I met you, but I fucking enjoyed it and have had a fair few more thinking about it’ While he was telling me this I had taken mine out and his hand came straight across and started to wank me off. I took over on his. ‘Got to make it a quickie tonight’ he said ‘I’ve been here half and hour and I’ve got to drop this load in Middlesborough by 6.00am’ ‘Where’ve you come from then?’ I asked. He told me. ‘You’ve gone a bit out of your way to get here then’ I said. ‘Worth it’ he said his prick now getting very tense. ‘I called in last night to see if your were about. Some bloke came chatting but I didn’t get out of the cab’ ‘This must turn you on then’ I said. ‘Well it’s different’ he said. Very soon we did the same as before, took hold of our own and sent great loads shooting across the lay-by and off he went to meet his drop. That’s keen, I thought at the time. Nice lad: about thirty, clean and tidy and open about what he liked. He had in fact gone a good 15 miles out of his way to get to that lay-by. That it seemed at the time was to be where everything ended. Many weeks, perhaps even months went by and I didn’t see him again - then, about a year later, he turned up, now much more experienced but just as rampant as ever. More of that and our other meetings later. | ||
| Rigger Moderator Username: Rigger Post Number: 551 Registered: 03-2003 Rating: |
Previously shown but lost during Server issues in Summer 2009 I was travelling north on the M6 and called in at one of the more northern Service areas for something to eat. The toilets had never produced any action in the past and weren’t on my list of places of special interest. Sometimes there were signs of glory holes that had been filled in, sometimes there were mini glory holes but never anyone the other side. On this particular day, around 5pm I dropped in and noticed that two lock-up doors towards the far end were locked and the one between them had the door open. Nothing to get excited about at this stage as lock-ups in Service areas seem to be out-of-order and locked more often than they are open. In I go, sit down and look for any tell-tale shadows and “bingo” - to my left a rigger boot clearly visible under the wall - and a small glory hole. The boot was tapping up and down and a look through the glory hole confirmed the owner was pulling gently away on a good stiff cock. I put my own boot where it could be seen and immediately got a touch from next door. ‘We’re in here’ I thought and then noticed that a boot had appeared under the wall on the other side and was also tapping up and down. This was unreal, I looked up expecting to see little men with halos flying around but ‘no’, we seemed to be definitely down on earth! The question was, which one to go for, but before I could decide ‘boot’ on the right had gone down on his knees and his arm came under the wall in search of my now full extended and solid cock. I dropped to my knees and the hand found me in seconds and caressed my length, fondled my balls, starting running a thumb over my knob end and then gently, but firmly got going on wanking. I glanced back to see what might be happening on my left and there was ‘rigger boot’s’ face, down and looking under at the action. He gave me an instant wink, followed by a thumbs up! After a while ‘boot’ on the right caught my hand and pulled it towards the gap, inviting me to return the pleasure. I went in search and his hand guided me straight onto his prick. I though the cream was already on the cake but when I got my hand on his tool I just could not believe it: talk about ‘thick’, I could not get my hand around it and length wise it was no beginner. As I was returning the favour, and exploring his bollocks and pulling gently on his shaft a hand came in from my left and ‘rigger boot’ was now taking over and started to wank me. I was getting very close to finishing but thought I must hold back for some more of this. I also wanted to see what ‘boot’ had got and I decided to try and get him to come out to the stand-ups by pointing to go out. He gave me a thumps up, and stood up, so I did the same, pulled the flush and went out and to the wash basins. The place was empty as it happens so I slipped back to the stand-ups near to the lock-ups and a few seconds later the flush went, and ‘boot’ came out, with a very obvious ‘hard’ showing in his jeans. He was tiny, perhaps only about 5’6” and as thin as the proverbial rake and 18-19 years old. He looked across and I gave him a nod and he nodded back towards the Driver’s wash room. I followed him down and we went in. It was also empty. Without a word he had his cock out and I did the same and we began wanking each other off, me with my back to the door just to apply a bit of pressure if someone else wanted to come in. His cock was everything I thought it might be - absolutely massive. What he lacked in body size he more than made up for in cock - it was a good 9 to 10 inches long… and he had definitely done this before. We were well on the way to coming off when someone tried the door. ‘Fuck’ was the first thought and we both zipped quickly up and turned to let the door open. Further surprise, the man at the door was clearly ‘rigger boot’ who we had left up in the lock-up. He had his towel and wash gear with him and as we recognised him so he recognised us and came in an pushed the door shut behind him. ‘Though you might be here’ he said. He was early thirties and medium build with No.1 haircut. Nothing further spoken but he had his prick out in seconds and we followed suit and just as fast he was down on his knees with my prick and ‘boots’ prick one in each hand and sucking each in turn. We were all three well ready to explode and did so in no time, me and ‘boot’ making a bit of a mess on ‘rigger boot’s’ tee shirt. Rigger boot shot on the floor without even wanking his own cock. Looking at the mess he said “No probs” and headed into the shower cubicle. I came out. ‘Boot’ stayed in, waiting I presumed for a while, before he emerged as well. I had a quick rinse at the wash basins and then headed into the café and having got some food sat down in a window seat looking out across the truck park. The rampant thoughts about ‘boot’ and his massive cock, and about ‘rigger-boot’ who was above average himself got me well a truly roused again.. Hope there’s something else on the menu when I call back in the toilet on the way out, I thought. I was still musing about the events when I spotted ‘rigger-boot’ obviously now showered and cleaned up, heading out towards the truck park and surprise, surprise, who was with him but ‘boot’ They were both chatting away as thought they had known each other for years. ‘I bet those two b****s have had another session I thought, full of envy. I watched as they walked to one of the trucks - a bulk tipper which looked as thought it was carrying coal. No pause for chat, ‘rigger boot’ unlocked the passenger door, ‘boot’ climbed in, ‘rigger-boot’ got in the driver’s seat, started up and away they went. That, I thought, was two lads who worked and cruised well together and no doubt could tell many a story of their own - be it just the pair of them, or more! They say lightning never strikes twice in the same place. I’ll tell you what, next time I’m up in that area I will certainly call in again, and hope that it does!! | ||
| Rigger Moderator Username: Rigger Post Number: 545 Registered: 03-2003 Rating: |
Day Out Previously listed but lost during website problems last Summer - but something to read on a wet Bank Holidays weekend!! How many times have we all found the best chances arise when we just can’t take them up? Stop at a roadside toilet, go in, what you’ve always fancied is there on offer, but you’ve go a mate, or a wife and kids or somebody from work in the motor outside! It’s happened to me more times than I’ve had cooked breakfasts. Might even, as a thought, be worth having a thread on the Cruisinground titled ‘THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY’ where we can bury our sorrows. So, one day last week, feeling a bit sorry for some elderly neighbours who had recently had a bit of a rough time I offered to take them for a day out around the coast. After all the wind and rain of previous days this particular day turned out to be warm, calm and cloudless. The morning took us through country lanes and ended up in a small village where the local Inn did us proud with a pub lunch - pity about the absence of a pint, but I was driving. In the early afternoon we came to a small bay where we were able to park with full view of the sea and surrounding scenery. There were no shops, or cafes and very few people about. The only signs of life came from a collection of Holiday Homes nearby, which, with the summer visitors now virtually gone, was in the process of being extended. My passengers said they fancied a walk along the coastline so they set off. I stood and watched the work taking place on the Holiday Park. There were excavators in use, pipelines and sewerage work was clearly underway and a dozen of so men at work, all seemingly strict followers of health and safety regulations wearing their hard hats, hi-vis vests and safety boots - better viewing than any incoming tide. A little further down the road was some low brick buildings around which their vans were parked. As I watched a van pulled up alongside one of the excavators which had been stationary. Its operator appeared from somewhere and went to the van driver. A short discussion followed and the van driver produced a tool box and began what looked like a repair. I decided I would walk a bit further down the road myself for a closer look at things. As I did, the man I had taken as the machine operator left the mechanic and came out of the site, onto the road, and went into a building ahead of me. When I got there I was surprised to find that the building was actually public toilets. Immediate investigation was called for. The machine operator was washing his hands. I put him down as early twenties, wearing all the safety gear like his mates, about five-ten high and small build, with an ass that almost shouted to be screwed as it stuck out from his tight fitting work jeans. He nodded as I walked past to the stand-ups. Unfortunately as I stood peeing he was out of my sight. I heard the hot air dryer start, when it stopped it started again. He’s taking his time I thought. I stayed where I was, getting a fair hard on thinking … if only. I heard footsteps and thought that’s it then, he’s off. I was wrong, he appeared through the gap, came into the stand-ups, and in the process of unzipping made some remark about scrubbing up before he had a piss because his misses was always complaining about the grease and dirt on his underwear, by which time he had his prick out in full view, and was enjoying a good slash. He wasn’t hiding anything so I jokingly commented that with a prick like that on tap she hadn’t go much to complain about - many a wife would give and arm and a leg for a bloke with a tool like that. He was clearly proud of his weapon and cupped it in his hand to show it off. ‘Don’t you believe’ he said, ‘she reckons its too big: she’ll let me screw her but she won’t even consider giving it a suck’ ‘Bloody hell, man’ I said, ‘that is a handicap, nothing like a good suck-off’ ‘There’s ways around it’ he said. By now I was having trouble in hiding the fact that my prick was solid and more than my hand would cover and I could see that he was looking straight down at it. ‘Looks as if you might have the same trouble’ he said with a wink. ‘Like you’ I answered, ‘I find ways around it’ and looking now directly at his cock it was rising fast and he was gently pumping it up and down in a slow wank. I said nothing and followed suit. Straight away he moved over and took my prick in his hand. ‘Nice one’ he said and before I had time to answer he was on his knees, with his hand still around my cock, pulling it towards his open mouth with his tongue darting in, and out and around my knob end and then surely and swiftly taking the whole shaft down his throat. I was in another world. This lad had some experience: this wasn’t the first cock he had sucked. After a while I touched him on the shoulder and motioned for him change over. As he came up I went gently down on him and returned the compliment. After a short while he motioned for me to come up but he didn’t go back down, instead he cocked his ear towards the steps outside which came down off the road. He explained that he often had a session with the Fitter who had just come onto the site to repair a JCB and he had given him the nod that he would be over in the toilets. He knew the Fitter wouldn’t have come over immediately but as ten minutes or so had passed he might arrive any time. I asked him what the Fitter liked and he said ‘he likes taking this’ cupping his prick in his hand again and showing me a condom he had ready in his pocket. I asked him if I should disappear when the Fitter arrived. ‘No’ he won’t mind as long as I let him know you’re OK’ he said. We carried on giving each other a wank and a suck and eventually heard someone coming down the steps so we stopped and went and stood talking by the washbasins. It wasn’t the Fitter but an oldish man who went to the stand-ups and had a piss. He wasn’t long and as he left in walked the Fitter we had been waiting for. He spoke to us and went passed to the stand-ups. The lad I had been with put his hand inside my zip, pulled my cock out, which was quickly solid again, and nodded for me to follow him into the stand-up. ‘How would you like this then Al?’ he asked the Fitter showing my cock off to him. ‘Fucking hell Rob’ he replied ‘I thought you had a tool, but looks like you’ve found a match!’ He finished his piss, came over, and took us one in each hand. ‘What more could a bloke want?’ he asked. His own prick was no tiddler and it was now as solid as ours. Rob was playing with his ass and gently pulling his jeans down. Al was helping. In no time Rob had slide the condom over his shaft and was teasing Al’s ass with his cock end. Al didn’t need any encouraging, he bent down to let Rob in and at the same time he took my prick into his mouth. We were all hyped up and the end came pretty soon. I could see Al tensing, his strokes becoming stronger. We caught each others eye and he flicked his tongue at me. I did the same back and leaned across. Our tongues met across Al’s back and entered each others mouth in one of the strongest kisses I can remember and like that he shot his load into Al’s ass and mine went into his mouth. From underneath came Al’s familiar phrase ‘Fucking hell’ and looking down he had shot his load across the floor. We gathered ourselves up, had a bit of a wash and walked out together chatting. There was no-one about, even my passengers were not back from their walk. At the top of the steps we kept the conversation going. There was another mate who came to the site with materials from time to time in a small lorry who was OK as well. He’d already been that day and had sucked Rob off then. Rob was likely to have another session on the way home because he passed a good cruising spot and was usually lucky. Al said he had just come that way and there were one or two about but he had not stopped. All good things have to end however and they had to get back to work. I was still feeling so randy I went back into the toilet and had another wank. As I was washing my hands to come out another of the site workers came in and went for a piss. Before I had dried my hands he had rinsed his and gone out. If only he know what he had missed! By comparison the rest of the day was pretty dull. My passengers came back from their walk and we headed slowly, but very satisfyingly back home. | ||
| mikess Unregistered guest Posted From: 90.215.234.168 Rating: N/A |
Like the other guys always looked forward to reading the next insallment of your stories Rigger. Such a shame that you dont have any more. | ||
| BJ man Unregistered guest Posted From: 77.96.212.245 Rating: N/A |
Rigger; I can only re-iterate what SW Guy has written, I have always read your stories whether they be new or re-posted, always enjoyed them and they have always given me a hard on. It would have been great to have known you in those days you have written about, and those afer hours parties at your place, if invited I would have had such fun sucking on all those hard, horny cocks, especially Yours, Mikes and Ross's. I will miss reading your tales, but hopefully you might remember some other times in the future. I have posted a few memories of my own in the past and will try to do some more soon, (payback time, eh mate), but I know they wont be as good as yours. Thanks again Mick, give your hand a rest for now, at least typing wise, that is. | ||
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SWGuy - thanks for the comment. It took many months to put it all together but had many a happy memory on the way. Not a lot left in the memory bank now: I've exposed my life story so perhaps it's time for a few new faces to expose theirs. Here's hoping - time I was entertained instead of doing the entertaining!!  | ||
| sw guy Unregistered guest Posted From: 81.155.95.218 Rating: N/A |
Thanks for a great series of stories, Rigger - the extended updated version was even better than the original run! Have thoroughly enjoyed them all, always waiting for the next horny instalment - you have a real talent for telling them and turning us on at the same time! Thanks for the time and effort you put in to keeping us entertained, and hard! | ||
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Construction Work - the Motorway - Part 26 All's well that ends well. I was living in the hopes that Tom would find other things to occupy himself and forget about our night out. It was some time since I had first met him and 'saved' him from probably arrest for underage drinking. He was now in his early twenties, still a Rugby fanatic and as fit and muscular as lads come. I had never seen him with a girl friend and the bits and pieces that had come together over the years said that his preference was for the Company of Men. He had certainly sought my company on many occasions and had said many a thing which, if said by a Stranger in more distant surroundings would have led to some decent cock fun, but I had always resisted any temptation to respond to his comments - which was why he perhaps sometimes tried even harder to succeed. My hopes that he would forget about a night out were doomed to failure. A few days later he came round to see if I was free the following Friday. With some trepidation I said I was. Perhaps the time had come to see if my suspicions were justified and so the following Friday we headed for the Town Centre pubs. 'Shall we try the Market Tavern?' I asked when we arrived in Town. He was happy with that but it didn't prove a good choice that night. Normally a busy but quiet and orderly ale house on that particular night it was home to a very boisterous group of girls out on a hen night. Tom was an almost immediate object of their fancy and with his figure, looks and age I was not surprised. We were sucked into their conversation and with plenty of drink already in them, and few inhibitions left in place it wasn't long before Tom was being fondled and not too discretely groped. A couple of the ring leaders egged the others on. 'Don't you wish your man had something like that between his legs?' said one, giving Tom's crutch yet another squeeze and two or three helped themselves to a feel as well. Knowing Tom I knew he was embarrassed by this and well out of his comfort zone but to his credit he did play them back a bit and kept things on a friendly basis however, as we got to the end of our pint I opted to set up a rescue and said we wanted to get something to eat before we had any more to drink and, wishing them well, we left. Once outside Tom took a big breathe of obvious relief. 'A bit scary that' he confided, 'was expecting to be stripped and raped at any minute.' 'Lucky you' I teased. 'Fuck off' was his only response. 'OK then, where now? I asked. 'How about across the road?' he said. 'You sure?' I asked. 'Yes' he replied. 'You been in there before?' I asked. 'Yes' again. The Bunch of Grapes was one of two Gay pubs in town and I didn't want to take him from one embarrassing spot to another. 'You know it's a Gay pub?' I asked. 'Yes' yet again. 'You might just get groped and touched up all over again' I teased. 'OK; he said, 'I'll just grope them back. 'Fair enough' I said, and in we went. I had been in the Bunch of Grapes a few times over the years but not regularly but clearly, from the greeting Tom received he was 'a regular' compared to me. 'Who's you new mate then?' the Barman asked Tom acknowledging our arrival. 'My neighbour' said Tom 'he's done me a couple of favours so I'm treating him to a night out.' 'Lucky you' said the Barman addressing me this time, then turning back to Tom and said '...and all this time I've been trying to get you to do me a couple of favours and....anyway, I suppose the only thing I can pull for your right now starting with a 'P' is a couple of pints!' 'Yep' said Tom, who once they appeared paid for them and we headed off to an empty table. We had just sat down when the barman came over. 'Nearly forget' he said to Tom 'your mate Pete was in looking for your earlier: said if you came in would you give him a ring after 9pm.' 'Cheers' said Tom and his face lit up. 'You look as though you've lost sixpence and found a shilling' I remarked. 'Thought he'd forgotten me' said Tom. 'Pete?' I asked. 'Yes' he said 'you saw him up in the Bridge a few months back, he's my mate who drives the Cattle lorry.' 'Oh, I remember' I said. I also remembered the history, who Pete was, that my mate Ross had seen him around Cruising and that at the last update Pete seemed to have ditched Tom as a Mate and been seen with someone else in the cab and given Tom the excuse that the other man in the cab was a second driver because the truck was now double-crewed to get more hours and work out of it. Tom couldn't wait for 9pm it seemed. We enjoyed our pint, and another, chatting to Guys around us, some of who knew Tom as a 'regular' and as a Rugby player. Jamie the Dock Worker who was a regular in the Bridge came in with a mate. Initially he just nodded and did not come across. It was just after 9pm when Tom headed off to find a phone box that Jamie came over for a quick chat. 'You joined his gang then? he asked. 'Not yet' I replied 'but he's still trying.' Jamie knew from earlier conversations that I had been keeping Tom somewhat at arm's length. 'Well' Jamie's mate said 'he's OK, I've seen him a few times near the Dock Gate having a quickie with some of the lads in the toilet so go for it.' 'We'll see' I said, 'a bit near home really and.....anyway he's just come back in.' Tom returned to his seat looking as though he had just struck gold and Jamie and his mate returned to the bar. 'Do you know them? Tom asked. 'Yes' I said 'Jamie, the older of the two, comes in the Bridge most nights after work.' 'Oh' said Tom. I had the feeling he know them. 'So, what makes you look so pleased with yourself then? Pete he said, has asked if he wanted to go with him over Saturday night and Sunday to collect some cattle from Scotland and he had said he would. 'What's happened to the extra driver then? I asked. Pete had apparently said it hadn't worked out and the boss had put the trucks back on single manning - so perhaps there would be more trips. The night really went with a swing after that. Tom was on top of the world. A couple of visits to the toilet even seemed to have had a bit of excitement attached to them. He said nothing but I noticed he was followed both times and took just that little bit longer than I expected. Good luck I thought particularly as my toilet visit was not so successful with me being the only occupant!! It was about 11.30pm when we got off the bus near home. We were both quite merry as we walked towards our street. As we passed a little park Tom said he wanted a piss. 'I'll join you' I said, and we went into the little park and to the edge of a few bushes. Tom had his cock out pissing straight away. 'Looks as if you were ready for that!' I remarked. 'Not half' he said. I was pissing away by now and looking across at Tom could see he was watching me piss. 'You've got a fucking lovely cock' he said. His comment threw me a bit - like the proverbial bolt out of the blue - but we had had a good night and treating his remark as a compliment I let go of it so he could see it in the full and just teased back by saying 'if only it could tell a few stories!' Looking back Tom was now stroking his cock and was virtually on full erection. Still teasing and nodding down as his cock I said 'mine's a bit older than yours so it doesn't sit up as quick as yours though.' For all that it was beginning to. Looking at me full in the face and almost pleading, Tom said, 'can I feel it?' I said nothing but just let it go and stood there. Tom very gently took my cock in his hand and gave it a few squeezes then started to stroke it. I was soon as solid as his. 'Fucking lovely' he said. 'It does sit up after all.' 'Cheeky cunt' I said, 'of course it sits up, especially when its being played with. 'I've always wanted to see your cock hard' Tom said 'I've seen it when we've had a piss together and seen the bulge in your jeans and always wondered how it looked solid. 'Like any cock I suppose' I said. 'Yes,' said 'Tom' but bigger than a lot of them. 'How many have you seen then?' I asked him. 'A few' he said 'in the Rugby Club showers and places.' I didn't press for more details. I have my pride and I didn't want Tom to divulge other peoples secrets. With Tom still gently stroking my cock I told him that his was nothing to be sorry about and looked a good one to me. 'Do you want to feel mine? he asked. I reached over and took his nice solid prick in the palm of my hand and as I did Tom exploded and shot a massive load well out of sight into the darkness. 'Fucking hell' he said 'I was ready for that. 'Long time since I shot a load like that' I told him, 'still it's a long time since I was as young as you!. 'Fucking hell' he repeated, shaking his cock dry. 'You want to come off?' he asked. 'Why not?' I said, might as well end the night on a bit of final pleasure. I started to stroke my still solid prick and was surprised when Tom went down on his knees beside me, reached over and took my cock in his hand. 'Let me finish it for you mate' he said,...and so he did and standing upright when he had finished gave me a quick kiss on my cheek and said 'Cheers Mick, fucking lovely night: shan't forget it in a hurry.' We tidied up and headed back towards home. I invited him in for something to eat but he said he had better head home as he had to be up for work at 6.00am. ...and so it had happened. I saw Tom quite regularly after that but there was never a repeat. He was just as matey as always and we even had the odd night out together. He once more spent a lot of time with his driver mate 'Pete' and probably got his 'exercise' there. I never told Ross about what had happened which was possibly only matched by information received some months later from Cliff my roofer mate, who had seen Tom wanking Ross off in the Cemetery toilets!! Ah well! ....and there my life story more-or-less ends. Whilst all the lads remain mates and there were regular parties back at my place there were no really new experiences. A mate of Jamie's who worked on the Docks got promoted to a Foreman leaving a vacancy which Mike got giving him a longer term prospect than on the Motorway job, and a better wage. Mike, Jamie and myself have remained as close mates and see each other from time to time. I no longer live in the area having been moved to a job elsewhere but make regular visits and stay with Mike. Mike keeps Jamie serviced on a regular basis and the occasional late night party takes place at Mike's after the Bridge has called 'last orders' Tom is still about. He gave up being a butcher, took a HGV drivers course and got a job as a HGV driver himself. ... so maybe, just maybe, you have met him as well!! | ||
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Construction Site - The Motorway Part 25 After the usual two or three hours in the Bridge everyone drifted slowly back to my place - some via the chippie, some direct. With the beers out and open and everything set on went the video. The storyline was 'Bored Housewife' Good straight story and reasonable picture and sound (for a change). Husband gone to work, kids gone to school, wait for the milkman. Whilst the milkman is delivering his 'pint' the gardener arrives and joins in. Housewife enjoying pleasure at front and back door! Sounds of an approaching lorry - it's the coalman. Big cheers from the lads - Ross is a coalman and has brought along one of the Guys who is a regular fuck on his rounds. Housewife has a thing about the coalman and sends the milkman on his way and the gardener out to work: joins the coalman as he carries his sack into the cellar, rubs here hands all over his dirty black tee shirt and jeans then starts to lick his crutch and down the inside of his leg to his heavy steel toe-cap boots. The camera flicks between her tongue busy on his boots, his cock rising to full stretch down his leg and housewife's hands working in fury at the buttons on his fly, whipping out his swollen prick and plunging it into her waiting lips. Soon he is loading more than a bag of coal onto her cellar floor - with the gardener watching through a vent in the cellar wall, wanking himself at the speed of light and sending his contribution to fertilise the flower bed. For once it was a decent opening film after some of the crap Ross had brought in the past. This piece lasted a good half hour and was clearly enjoyed judging by the comments on the way. I stopped the tape to give everybody a chance to have a slash, get another can of beer and some food which I had laid on and when things settled down pressed the 'play' button for the next film. The first few seconds brought groans as the title appeared on the screen 'Bored Housewife' 'Ross, what fucking rubbish have you brought! The same fucking film taped twice?' Before Ross could reply, the title changed to 'Bored Housewife - with a difference' The kitchen was the same but wife had gone to work, kids had gone to school and hubby was waiting for the milkman! This time the milkman got fucked and so did the gardener. Hubby wasn't bothered about sending the milkman and the gardener off when the coalman arrived and whilst the coalman fucked him the milkman and the gardener took turns to give hubby a blowjob and the coalman's ass a good licking. The audience were well enjoying this. I cast an eye at Mike and got a wink. He took the initiative - 'all those with a hard on stand up' he said. Everyone stood up! I'm not sure whether to have the coalman or the gardener' he said with a grin, looking at Ross. 'I like gardening' said Jamie's voice 'I could do with a good fuck.' 'You're the man then' said Mike, moving across to Jamie and flicking his cock out on the way, 'get that gear off.' Jamie had his gear off in seconds and Mike proceeded to tease his ass with his massive cock as he slipped his own jeans and tee shirt off and dropped them on the floor. The turn of events and the speed they happened took everyone by surprise. Ross was gob smacked: his eyes were glazed and focused on Mike's cock: when he came to he whispered to me 'you said he was a big boy, but fucking hell, I've never seen one that big. He'll split little Jamie in two!' 'No' I replied 'he'll be alright, he's had a bit of practice.' 'With Mike? You knew he was OK? ' asked Ross. 'Yes.' I replied. 'No wonder you've had a smile on your face the last couple of months' said Ross, and he got up to get a closer view of events. Rob, the Builder was drooling at the mouth. He had got to have this cock. It was something that couldn't be missed. Cliff started to warm Rob up and they were soon into their own agenda with Rob for ever looking for the chance to take Jamie's place. Ross was stripping himself off and his mate (who he had introduced as Dave) and was soon stuck up Dave and giving him the fuck of his life. Mike was right into Jamie and looking around could see that Rob was looking for a share: he gently withdrew from Jamie, removed the condom and offered his still throbbing cock to Rob who was on it in a shot, his lips devouring as much of the length as he could without chocking. Cliff and Jamie stood watching and Mike took hold of their pricks, one in each hand, and kept them happy. I handed Mike a new condom and he pulled back from Rob, and quietly slipped it on. Rob was prepared and everything stopped as he turned round to accept Mike's offering. We all stood, wanking ourselves, sometimes each other, as Mike put on a star performance with Rob. Rob struggled to take Mike's huge weapon. As Rob said later, I wasn't going to be fucking beaten, but it hurt for a minute or two! Before the session ended Mike had even had a try with Ross's mate Dave, but Dave couldn't accommodate Mike - although he managed to take Ross full length and Ross is well above average. Even Ross, who is usually only a player or viewer had gone on his knees to get his fist around Mike's shaft, and unbeknown before, even slipped Mike's knob end between his lips. It was getting on for 3am before everyone seemed to have satisfied the needs. Mike I knew had come off twice. He and Jamie stayed the night and the three of us managed another shoot before the sun rose in the morning sky!! The others left quietly around 4am and said they hoped it wouldn't be long before there was a repeat!! Jamie left mid-morning on Sunday and I asked Mike if he would like to have the Sunday Roast in 'the Bridge' and wash it down with a couple of decent pints. 'A growing lad like me needs to get his strength back' was Mike's response to the suggestion. 'You've got some strength left to get across to the pub then?' I asked him. 'Yes mate' he said 'and enough strength to take you on right now' and with that he grabbed my cock and pulled me towards the stairs. We made the pub just after 1pm. The only sort of cloud on the horizon was my promise to have a night out with Tom. It was eventually to happen. | ||
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Construction Site - The Motorway Part 24 The rather unexpected evening with Mike and Jamie had broken the ice a bit. I didn't want to compromise Mike by giving even the slightest hint of his sexual preferences to any of the other lads who were regular 'after-hours' visitors at home - Rob, Cliff and Ross in particular. If they were to find out then it was to be from Mike himself - perhaps in the way that he had let Jamie into his 'secret', so, it was with a bit of trepidation, that a few weeks later Ross said he had another video the lads might like to watch!! I fixed a Saturday night session and let the 'in crowd' know. Rob, the Builder, who was now a regular at the Bridge asked if he could bring his Plumber mate. I managed to catch up with Cliff one night on the way home from the Site and invited him along. Ross was the surprise: he had recently met up with a Stable Lad from one of the local Studs and was looking for a chance of something better than a quick fuck in his cab - or in the woods where he sometimes took him. 'OK' I said 'bring him along and let's see how things go.' Ross raised the question about Mike - 'how about your mate Mike if anything gets going?' he asked 'I get the feeling he might not be into blokes!' I went for the white lie - 'not sure myself' I said, 'I'll perhaps tell him some of the lads get a bit turned on at times and have been known to jerk themselves off if the going gets good, so at least he'll be prepared. Tell you what! I added, to get Ross really intrigued 'from what I've seen of him coming out of the shower mate, your prick's going to look like a tiddler along side his.' 'Fuck off' said Ross. 'No "fuck off "at all' I said ' he'll outdo you on length and girth any day of the week from what I've seen.' Ross's curiosity was well and truly whet - so was mine. I just didn't know how this one was going to go. I'd already told Mike that from time to time Ross turned up with videos but had never taken it further than that. There now seemed to be a need to enlarge as no way was I going to compromise Mike. I told him that things often developed into a bit more than a few ribald comments and a wank and that so far Ross and the other lads believed him to be straight so I didn't want to give anything away and if he didn't feel that a lads night was for him. As it turned out he showed instant enthusiasm and said he was happy to go along with anything that happened. I said if that was the case 'great' but, he was the 'newcomer', only Jamie and me knew what he liked sex-wise so the others would probably be a bit reserved and might leave him to lead the way. 'Roll on McDuff!! he had said 'lights, camera and action, leave it to me!' In the days before the Saturday night party I got in supplies of good and drink and late on the Saturday afternoon, with everything just about in place, there was a knock on the door. It was Tom the Butcher. I hadn't seen him for a while and had little option but to invite him in. He wasn't his usual confident self and after making a cup of coffee each I asked him how things were. He was upset it seemed because his Stock Lorry driver mate had cancelled a weekend trip he had been looking forward to and in recent weeks had cancelled a few others and to add insult to injury Tom said he had seen him a couple of times with someone else in the cab. Oh dear! I thought but many of us have been there, done that and received the tee shirt so to speak when someone we were close to broke ranks and moved on. What I knew of course, from information received from Ross, was that Stock Lorry Driver was a Cruiser with a preference for younger men and perhaps Tom had been 'replaced.' Being an 'Agony Uncle' wasn't something I had any experience of but it was now something which seemed to be necessary. I got him onto the subject of Rugby which was one of his passions: that seemed to cheer him up a bit and talking about the away match the following day seemed to help as well. Did he have a night out with any of the Rugby lads now he was old enough to go clubbing? I asked. He did sometimes he said but had usually gone out with his Lorry Driver mate at weekends. Bad move there I thought, subject back to square one - definitely not destined to be an Agony Uncle! 'Well' I said, hoping to recover a bit of initiative 'you'll have more chance to go out with the lads if your mate isn't doing as much weekend work: and this other man you have seen in the Lorry with your Mate, have you asked him who it is?' 'No' he replied, 'but he did tell me his Boss had set two drivers on each lorry so that they could be on the road longer' 'That's it then' I said Tom looked a bit happier. Perhaps I was getting through and he seemed reluctantly to accept the situation adding that his Mate did still turn up now and then and take him out for a drink. 'That's alright then' I commented adding I hadn't seen him in the Bridge for a while. 'He takes me out to 'The Lock Tavern' usually' said Tom sometimes make a night of it and stay over. I knew the Lock Tavern. It was a fairly isolated Country pub and very much the home of the Gay crowd. More bits of the zig-saw coming together. Tom brought me back down to earth. 'What you doing tonight' he asked. I ducked with a question of my own - 'Why?' 'Wondered if you would like a pint or two in town' he said. I had to do some rapid thinking. 'Sorry Tom' I said, 'but I'm out myself until late tonight, but will definitely have a night out with you next week sometime.' His face lit up. 'Great! he said. Shortly after a somewhat more cheerful Tom left. What had I let myself in for? So to party night. | ||
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Construction Site - The Motorway Part 23 Bank Holiday Monday was a blessing. It gave time to recover from the weekend surprises. It was mid morning. I had arisen first, washed, dressed and gone down to prepare some breakfast. Mike appeared not long after. I was hoping his conscience wasn’t troubling him. ‘You alright mate?’ he asked as he came into the kitchen. ‘Great!’ I replied ‘roll on the next Bank Holiday I’m ready for a break!’ ‘Daft cunt!’ he teased, ‘ that’s weeks away, you’ll just have to make do with Saturdays and Sundays, anyway I hope I’m going to get an invite round before then.’ ‘Mate’ I said , with a bit or relief, ‘you’re welcome anytime, Saturday, Sunday or any day, Bank Holiday or not.’ ‘Cheers’ he said ‘just hoped I hadn’t embarrassed you last night.’ ‘Mike, mate!’ I said ‘it was a great night, look forward to the next!’ We were interrupted by a knock at the door. It was the Landlord to say the annual inspection of gas fittings was due and asking if it was OK to come in during the week. He had a set of keys but to my knowledge never used them without first asking. I offered him a cup of coffee which he accepted. I introduced him to Mike as work mate. Whilst having his coffee he remarked that one of his other tenants was moving out at the end of the month and if I knew of anyone looking to rent a property to let him know. A month later Mike moved out of the house he shared with his brother and moved in to a neat little terraced property just ten minutes walk away and became one of the regulars at ‘The Bridge’ He met up with Jamie again, met Ross and eventually Rob who turned up like a long lost soul having spent some time working away. Even Cliff the Roofer dropped in and joined us a couple of times. Conversations were the usual pub stuff - sex, darts, pool and soccer sums most of it up. Pretty straight stuff. Now and then some of the lads came across home when the pub closed on Friday and Saturday nights when there was no work the next day. On the way they usually diverted to a local takeaway and came in armed with Fish and Chips, Chinese or Italian and sometimes some extra cans. Ross had no videos to watch and it was virtually a continuation of the pub conversation but a bit more raucous as the beer began to work. I steered the conversation away from any group activities, although I believe there was a general belief that Mike was a straight mate and no one really attempted to get any action going. Although Mike and myself often ended up in bed together I made no public display of it. I believed that Mike preferred that it was something just between the two of us and if that was to change it would be him that led the way and not me. Our paths crossed many times a day on the Site and conversations were, in the main work related with occasional personal chat but no mention was ever made of any after-hours activities. Some months passed. We became close mates. Most Saturday nights Mike stayed with me. Now and then I walked back to his place when the pub shut and stayed with him. Mike had his own place for the first time and seemed to enjoy the peace and privacy he had after years of sharing with his brother and consequently he didn’t make the open invitation to the other lads. It was however, on a Friday night when things moved unexpectedly on. Mike was still cleaning up in the showers when I left. ‘I’ll see you later’ he said ‘I fancy a couple of pints tonight.’ He knocked on my door around 9pm and we walked over to the Bridge Inn. It was busier than usual and we stood at the bar. Just after 10pm some of the Dock lads who had just finished work came in, including Jamie and stood with us. Most of them had a quick pint and left. Jamie with no wife timing his every movement stayed on! With last orders, and drinking up time over I asked Jamie if he wanted to come over for can or two. He said the night was young so, with a short diversion to the take-away we ended up at my place around midnight with food and I soon had some beers on the table. With Mike and Jamie having worked together in the past as Miners, and clearly being good mates it was relaxing and I let them do most of the talking. They had some stories to tell and we laughed at some of the antics they had got up to. Jamie brought up the subject of the Swingers parties that some of the lads used to go to and asked Mike if he ever went. Mike said they were always trying to get him there but he never went. ‘You know whey they wanted you there don’t you’ said Jamie, ‘they wanted to see that fucking weapon of yours in action.’ ‘Ah!’ said Mike ‘they were out of luck. Did you ever go?’ he asked Jamie. ‘No’ said Jamie, ‘I get desperate now and then but not that fucking desperate, if things get really bad I’ll take a quick trip up to Oakwood lay by : usually someone there ready to give a quick blowjob.’ ‘Fucking hell’ said Mike, with a big grin, ‘you could have given me a lift.’ Jamie looked at him for a few seconds ‘you’re taking the piss aren’t you’ he said ‘you’re having me on.’ ‘No fucking way, ‘said Mike ‘you remember Colin who lived near me and used to give me a lift home?’ Mike asked ‘well he took me there one night after we’d had a few pints on the way home, and few more times ,and I went up on my own occasionally as well, usually managed to get a wank off if nothing else.’ ‘I missed out there then’ said Jamie seeming to relax after, probably accidentally admitting he like a bit of cock fun. ‘How’s that’ I asked, joining in the conversation. ‘Well’ said Jamie ‘I’ve seen Laddo there in the showers many a time and that tool of his flopping about, it would have been a change to see the hard, solid version.’ ‘I could say the same’ said Mike ‘might even have given you a helping hand myself.’ ‘You’d get away with one hand round mine’ said Jamie ‘from what I remember it would probably take two hands to get round yours.’ The two lads were obviously enjoying the tease. ‘A couple of lips would be better’ said Mike looking towards me and giving a wink and turning back to Jamie, ‘any offers?’ I think Jamie was still a bit unsure but the man in him wasn’t going to give up on a challenge. ‘Come on then’ said Jamie, let it loose, I can see it straining down that leg of yours’ .. and sure enough it was. Mike was aroused and the bulge getting bigger by the second. It was Mike’s turn to take the challenge and without hesitating he sat back in his chair, pulled down his zip and his now nearly solid prick was out in his hand in seconds. ‘Come on then’ he said to Jamie, and getting up from his chair walked over in Jamie’s direction. Jamie was lost for words. He eyed Mike’s cock up and down and, almost in a whisper said, ‘fucking hell, I thought it was big but not that fucking big. By now Mike’s cock was just a fraction away from Jamie’s face. First Jamie’s tongue came out and gently licked Mike’s big bell end, then the lips parted and slowly surrounded Mike’s knob, taking as much as he could down his throat. He put a hand round Mike’s lower shaft and sucked and wanked getting faster and faster. I sat back and watched and after a while Mike nodded for me to come and take his place. I didn’t need to be asked a second time. I was already solid and wanting to join in. Mike gently drew back and I took his place. Jamie was happy to continue with me. Mike in the meantime went on his knees beside us and found his way to Jamie’s zip and carefully wound Jamie’s cock out and went straight down on it. I started to strip off, with Jamie still giving me a good BJ. Mike took the hint, came up off Jamie and started to strip off himself. Once I was stripped I lifted Jamie up and started on him and Mike joined in. Very soon we were all three naked. I turned Jamie back onto Mike and he set to on Mike’s tool. I knew Jamie also like to be fucked and wasted no time in adding to his pleasure. For some time we all kept rhythm and Jamie was well aroused. Mike was also well into things and as our eyes caught he leant forward across Jamie, and with Jamie being spit roasted, my lips and Mike’s lips met above his arching frame, then opened and our tongues explored each other’s mouth. I had seen Jamie being fucked by both Cliff the Roofer, and Ross, both of whom are well above average but I wasn’t sure how he would cope with Mike if the moment arose. Without any prompt from me it did. Mike pulled slowly away from Jamie’s lips and moved round along side me. For a while he watched as I slipped in and out of Jamie’s tight little ass then nodded down at his own throbbing piece of meat gestured that he would like to give it a try. Jamie had stood up slightly as Mike had moved around towards his ass and clearly had an idea of what to expect. All he said was ‘for fuck sake take it steady.’ Mike was gentle. It was his nature. First he rubbed his knob up and down Jamie’s ass, then pushed gently. He let a couple of inches enter slowly a bit at a time. Jamie had gone a bit tense in fear of what was to come. ‘You’re alright’ said Mike ‘just say if it’s too much.’ and with that he pulled back and slowly pushed in another couple of inches. So far so good. Jamie was taking it well. I’d seen him take a greater length, a much greater length but Mike had girth as well. A couple of minutes later and Mike was a good half way in. Jamie was almost past the point of no return by now. He was going to take that cock if it was the last thing he did. ‘Fucking lovely’ he was saying ‘fucking lovely. Go on let me have it. Fucking hell!! - as Mike pushed in a little deeper. It was Mike’s turn to get carried away now. ‘You ready then Jamie boy? You want some more? and he was now increasing his stroke and speed. ‘Fucking hell!’ said Jamie again, ‘go on, let me have the lot. Go on you bastard, let me have it now.’ and with that, and one final massive thrust Mike was right into Jamie’s ass. Jamie shot his load. To this day I reckon if the window had been open it would have gone half way across the street! The carpet certainly took some cleaning later. Mike pulled out in time to shoot up over Jamie’s back with a load the size of which I hadn’t seen for a long time. ‘I’d better join you lads’ I said, and with a few jerks, shot my load onto Jamie as well. Jamie headed upstairs for the shower. Mike and myself followed in turn. After we had dressed I made some coffee and we sat quietly getting our strength back. Jamie left for home shortly afterwards. ‘Don’t you two get up to anything I wouldn’t do’ were his parting words. ‘Leaves us plenty of scope then’ I said. ‘He’s a nice lad’ I remarked to Mike after Jamie had left. ‘Yes’ agreed Mike, ‘and I’ll let you into a little secret, I’ve always fancied his ass but thought he was a straight as they come’ ‘Just like me’ I said, grabbing his backside as we headed up the stairs. ‘Fuck off you perv.’ he said playfully, turning round and grabbing at my cock, ‘let’s see if the old man can rise to the occasion for a second time tonight.’ ‘Less of the “old”’ I replied ‘I’m ready anytime you are.’ We both were and rounded the night off with yet another big climax. | ||
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Construction Work Part 22 - The Motorway The banter that Sunday night led me to believe one thing: Mike was enjoying himself and was relaxed however I didn’t feel I knew him well enough to reveal any of my more intimate secrets and decided that I’d let him lead the way - which he did fairly soon. We were back in the kitchen and I was making some more sandwiches. Mike was leaning on the worktop near me with a can of beer in his hand. ‘You were telling me about one of the pub lads who brings his videos here to watch’ he said ‘are they home made stuff of professional stuff?’ I told him they weren’t home made stuff but some of them were pretty crap. ‘I just wondered’ he said, and told me that for a short time he had worked as a bin man and one of the gang was sex mad and they often went back to his house when they had finished to watch his porn but most of it was home-movie stuff and pretty boring - ‘not worth a wank most of it‘ he added. ‘Some of the stuff Ross brings back is lively’ I told him, ‘nothing illegal but not always the straight stuff!’ I wasn’t sure if I’d gone a bit too far saying that but Mike didn’t seem embarrassed and with that little grin again, and his eyes lighting up, he said ‘like lads having it off and things?’ ‘There’s been two or three men only ones’ I told him ‘made a change from the usual stuff - don’t think it upset anyone.’ ‘D’you mean some of the other lads come in to watch as well then? he asked, seeming more than interested. ‘Depends whose about at the time’ I told him ‘sometimes he has the tape for a few days and we let some of the lads know, other times he might only have the tape overnight so it’s usually just him and me.’ ‘One of the videos the bin man had was taken at a swingers do’ Mike said, ‘and the men and women were at it with each other but I’ve never seen one which was men only.’ ‘We’ll have to see what we can do!’ I said, this time my turn to punch his shoulder and give him a nod and a wink. We’d had a fair bit to drink by now and perhaps caution had been thrown to the wind, but Mike’s next question was the proverbial bolt out of the blue ‘Have you ever had sex with another bloke?’ he asked. ‘If I said ‘no’ mate, I’d be lying’ I replied, and before I could say anything else he said, ‘Not a problem mate, I have, nothing heavy like, a wank here and there and the odd blow-job. I decided not to ask questions but it proved unnecessary as Mike went on to explain his first experience had been a few years back when one of the lads at the Pit had given him a lift home. They had had a couple of pints and when they set off from the pub his mate said his Misses was away so he’d drop Mike off and then nip to the local cruising spot to see if he could get a shag adding, and if there were no couples about one of the lads was bound to be willing. Mike told his Pit mate he’d heard about the lay-by in question but had never been there and asked what happened. His mate suggested he went along and look for himself. They had got talking to a man his mate had seen before and the man seemed keen to give his mate a blow-job and suggested they went somewhere else a bit quieter which they did and he had watched whilst this bloke sucked his mate off. He said it turned him on and he got his own cock out and started to have a wank only to have his mate reach across and take over then feed his cock into the mouth of the lad down on his knees giving him the blow-job. He said he shot his load in no time. After that it became a regular thing for a while, he even went there on his own a few times but as always, news that this bloke with this massive cock often called at night brought in a few characters who pestered him so he stopped going. These days he told me, it was the occasional quickie somewhere, usually someone he met when he went for a bike ride up the canal towpath. ‘Much the same with me’ I told him. ‘I don’t get much chance on this job but on the last site I used to be out and about quite a lot.’ I told him about the wooded lay-by where I had had the encounters with Ross, but didn’t include any of the details - just I’d been lucky a few times. ‘I know where that is’ said Mike, and giving me one of those ’come-on’ looks and a grin he said ‘we’ll have to give it a visit sometime.’ ‘Well’ I said, looking at the clock ‘I don’t know about you, but I think it’s time to visit the land of nod. You’re welcome to stay, the beds still made up from the other night’ ‘Cheers’ he said ‘if you don’t mind.’ ‘Don’t mind at all’ I said ‘I’ll enjoy some company in the house.’ I told Mike to go on up as I’d clear up before I went to bed - help himself to a shower if he wanted or have one in the morning. He said he would give me a hand and ten minutes later all was done and we headed upstairs. Mike went into his room, giving me a little hug on the landing and saying ‘thanks again mate, I’ve enjoyed the night’ I went to the bathroom, had a piss, stripped off my shirt, had a quick wash and was drying off when Mike walked in for a piss himself. He had completely stripped off. ‘All yours mate’ I said, there’s a clean towel on the shelf if you want one’ and I walked across to my own room and started to get ready for bed. I heard the bathroom light switch being pulled and the door shutting as Mike came out. Next minute he made me jump as he appeared in my bedroom door behind me. ‘Hell man’ he said ‘that’s some bed, reckon you need a map to find your fucking way in an out of it.’ by now he had come into the room and was standing by me alongside the bed. ‘Not me’ I said ‘I know every little spring in that mattress , strangers might need a map or a guide though’ and lifting the duvet I pushed him onto the bed, threw the duvet back over him and said ‘now stranger, find your way out of that.’ Seconds later the corner of the duvet lifted up and with a big grin on his face he said, ‘ you’d better come in and give me a hand!’ I dived in on him and started off with a bit of playful wrestling after a few minutes of which, and I knew it had happened, he threw back the duvet, knelt up, grabbed his cock which was as stiff as a post and said ..’and now look what you’ve gone and made me do!’ ‘Join the club mate’ I said, and pushed the duvet further back to show him that he was not alone in sprouting one massive hard on. Few words were spoken for the next half hour. Mike took the initiative by reaching across and taking my stiff cock in his massive hand and gently squeezing it, then start a slow wank. I followed suit, reaching over and enclosing his enormous prick as best I could in my right hand: it was so thick my fingers didn’t meet around it and at least half its length was still uncovered even though I have big hands myself. We both rolled gently sideways from the kneeling position to lie side by side on the bed and as we settled our eyes met with that soft glow that says it all - some hidden magnetism had appeared and simultaneously our lips and then tongues met in one of the most passionate kisses I had ever known before, or since. It went on for so long I wondered afterwards where the breathe had come from. As we kissed we rolled over with Mike on the top. We still had an arm around each other and the other hand on each others cocks. I slipped Mike’s cock gently between my legs and squeezed tight on it. It felt fantastic and instinctively he first started gentle pelvic thrusts then increased the tempo as the excitement rose. He rolled off after a while and muttered that ‘this is too good to finish yet, and we went back to a slower pace. After some time I let my tongue wonder down across his nipples and chest to flick around his balls. It seem to put him almost into a trance. I turned him gently onto his side and moved around to tongue the cheeks of his ass then slowly give a few flicks around his ass as well. ‘Oh! Mate!’ said a voice ‘I’m going to shoot my fucking load in a minute if you keep on with that’ Time to slow down I decided and moved back toward his balls, gently stroking his cock at the same time. ‘That’s better’ said the voice ‘I don’t want to come off yet.’ Eventually I let my tongue return to his thighs and this time gradually up to that monster cock, I slid my tongue slowly up and down the shaft and then brought my lips into the game and pushed them gently onto his throbbing knob end. It proved harder than anything I tried before: the length and girth of this man’s cock was awesome: I did my best and his reaction was magic for he squirmed, writhed and moaned in ecstasy and again pleaded from me to slow down so that the pleasure didn’t end too soon. I lay back and he came across with tongue and lips ready and there we lay for some time. Eventually he moved away and muttered ‘now your turn’ and went straight down onto my weapon and in three or four thrusts had me full down his throat. Instinct made me thrust in and out gently then slowly increase the speed. It was like velvet. I was almost at the point of no return and unsure whether to continue or not - maybe this was an experience too far for Mike so I pulled gently away. His look seemed to one of disappointment. ‘Wasn’t sure’ I said and he knew what I meant. ‘For you’ he said ‘anything’ and tongues and lips joined once more. A little while later I moved back with lips wide to surround his massive cock again and as I did so Mike move around onto me once more. This time there was no going back: we had built up to an unstoppable climax. I came off first with Mike’s lips still firmly around my knob: as he swallowed hard he awarded me with the same result. It was some time before we stirred. I pulled him towards me in a close hug then nodded in the direction of the shower. We soaped each other and let the warm water relax our tired muscles. Ten minutes later we were fast asleep and it was the following morning, after an action replay, that Mike admitted he had never sucked anyone before but had never met anyone he like enough to try it with. ‘Take it I’m a mate then’ I said. ‘More than that’ he replied. Nothing further had to be said - we had both found something we had been waiting for. Will all the excitement it was soon back to reality and the working week ahead. One thought remained however. How would Mike fit in with the video sessions? Would it be his scene or not? Did I want it to be his scene or keep everything on a one-to-one basis and if so how did I put a stop to what had become a regular event? The answers would eventually be forthcoming and some of them would not be quite as I might have expected. | ||
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Construction Site Part 21 - The Motorway After Mike left I did the usual Saturday thing and sorted out the house. In the evening I had a drink at home and an early night in bed. Sunday was a day I could have done without. An early morning phone call told me that some idiot had been on Site and taken a joy ride on an excavator. I spent most of the day assessing the damage and giving a statement to the Police. Back home eventually I had a shower and a meal and about 9pm headed for the pub. The barman told me, whilst serving me, that a mate of mine had been looking for me at lunchtime - he hadn’t seen him before he said, but the Boss had told him he had been in on Friday night and thought he was a work mate. Obviously Mike. I described Mike. That’s the chap said the barman. ‘Cheers’ I said, ‘that’s Mike he’s a workmate’ ‘Talk of the devil’ said the barman ‘he’s just walked in.’ Next minute Mike was at the bar. ‘What you having?’ I asked. ‘The usual please’ he replied and I ordered his pint. ‘Could have done with your help this morning’ I said and told him of the events of the day. ‘I called in at Dinner time’ said Mike ‘I was going to treat you to a meal for the other night, and have one with you.’ ‘You don’t have to do that mate, I told him ‘it was my pleasure. ‘Talking of the other night’ I asked ‘what was brother up to when you got home?’ ‘Fuck man’ he said ‘that’s a story in itself. His usual had given him the boot and he hadn’t managed to pick anything else up: he was in a right fucking mood, and when he knew I’d been out all night, and thought I might have had a shag when he didn’t he was well put out. I let him think what he wanted to - I can be a mean bastard at times’! and with that we had a good laugh. ‘You’d better stay tonight and get him really upset’ I said. ‘..and why not’ said Mike. Later in the evening whilst Mike was getting some drinks I noticed he was getting well eyed up by a Guy sat at the bar drinking on his own. I’d seen the Guy before, sometimes on his own and sometimes with a mate. He was probably early thirties and I had a feeling he worked somewhere on the Docks because I had seen him talking to Jamie the Docker in the past. As Mike came back with the beers it suddenly struck me that, for the first time he was wearing tight fitting gear and a particularly tight fitting pair of pale blue jeans and the outline of that large cock of his was very visible, ‘specially when he put his left leg forward. It was sometime later he excused himself and headed for the toilet. I watched him go and also noticed the lone drinker at the bar was watching him go as well and within a few seconds was off his stool and heading for the toilet as well. I was intrigued and probably a bit envious if I tell the truth. After two or three minutes neither of them had returned. Loner came back first and it was another couple of minutes before Mike appeared. Loner watched his return but Mike didn’t look or acknowledge him. An unanswered question there I thought however, it evaporated when Mike said ‘sorry about that mate: needed a good crap: didn’t want to come out too soon because someone came in for a piss and I didn’t want to give away that it was me who’d made the air a bit thick so I hung in the bog till they went out.’ ‘Bloody hell mate, you’ve got a conscience after all’ I teased him, ‘and there’s me thinking you’d enjoy making someone suffer: anyway, if you want to apologise, it was that Guy on the bar stool who came out after you.’ ‘Do you know him?’ Mike asked, with a straight look on his face. ‘Not particularly’ I told him, adding that he came in from time to time and I thought he worked somewhere on the Docks. ‘Why do you ask.’ ‘Nothing really’ he said ‘just when I went for the drinks I was aware he was eyeing me up and when I’ve looked across a couple of times he’s been looking this way. Just wondered if he knew me or thought he knew me or something.’ ‘Could be’ I said, ‘anyway, my shout this time: same again? ‘..go on then, twist my arm, said Mike. With Monday being a Bank Holiday we had that extra pint that you can have when you don’t have to get up for work the next morning and around 11.30 left the pub. ‘Supper?’ I asked as we crossed the road. ‘You’re a mate’ said Mike, putting his arm around my shoulder. Before we had gone many more yards I had to put my hand in my pocket and adjust a solid throbbing cock so that it didn’t explode into view when we walked in home and switched the brighter lights on!! Inside Mike headed straight up to the toilet which gave me a chance to calm down! He stood chatting in the kitchen whilst I cut some sandwiches and opted for coffee to drink. When all was ready we took it into the lounge and sat down to eat. During the conversation I casually said he seemed to have broken his ‘rule’ about wearing loose fitting gear tonight. ‘Does it show? he asked with a grin. ‘Sure does’ I replied ‘but so far you seem to have got away with it!’ ‘Na’, he said ‘thought I’d smarten up a bit tonight and let brother’s imagination go into overdrive and it did the trick: got a few choice insults on the way out like ‘you do know what a cunt is and what to do with it if you find it? I just said ‘cunt?’ I know what that is, there’s one sitting there in front of the telly and I left pretty quick.’ Mike put on a serious face. ‘Can I ask you a personal question’ he said. ‘Go ahead’ I replied. ‘I’ve never heard you talk about women’ he said ‘do you have any women friends - like for a fuck or anything? ‘Like most blokes’ I replied ‘I’ve had my fling but not for a long time. I’m just someone who never wanted anything permanent and so most affairs fell apart. I’ve enjoyed the jobs I’ve had and I’ve had some good mates, should I say, have got some good mates, and I don’t get bored living on my own. I had the feeling there was more to Mike’s question than met the eye. ‘Why do you ask? I said. ‘Well’ he said a bit hesitantly ‘I’ve not known you that long, and you are a bit older than me, but strange thing is you are the first mate I’ve had who I sort of trust, who I can talk to sensibly without it being repeated.’ Now I was certain his question had a deeper meaning. ‘Thing is’ Mike went on ‘I think I’m a bit like you: I’m happy with my mates and don’t want to be tied down with a wife or kids but seem to get a bit of stick, ‘specially from my brother, about being single’. I’ve been through all that, I told him, adding it was usually the married blokes who wanted you to suffer like them that were the worst. He laughed at that and said I was probably right. The next question was even deeper. ‘Have you ever had another bloke you thought fancied you?’ Mike asked. A truthful answer was essential. ‘Yes’ I replied ‘in fact I can think of two.’ ‘What happened?’ he asked. I told him the first time I didn’t realise what was happening. It was a total stranger who used to pass my house and stop talking if I was in the garden or washing the car. He started bringing presents - plants for the garden, a new leather for washing the car when he saw the old one was torn and when I said I was going on holiday he turned up with an envelope and said I was to have a drink on him - there was £100 in the envelope. I just didn’t realise what was happening. Sometime after the holiday he caught me washing the car and I invited him in to see the holiday photos. He asked who I had been on holiday with and I told him a mate. It was only when he blurted out ‘wish it had been me’ that the penny suddenly dropped. I’d asked ‘why you?’ and he just came out with the comment that he fancied me and thought I fancied him. I just told him I was sorry if I had given that impression but I didn’t feel that way. He used to pass from time to time after that and put his hand up, but never stopped. The second one I told him, was someone I worked with - an excavator operator. It was a bit of chemistry that surprised me at the time and still does in a way. His name was Craig. We had been the last two in the shower block on the site one night and had gone across to the canteen together for a meal. He lived in a mobile home on the site. During the meal he said he was going down to the local pub and I offered him a lift as it was on my way home. I ended up going in for a pint with him but it wasn’t a very good pint and the crowd was a bit noisy so I invited him to come back with me and have a couple in ‘The Bridge’ and he stayed the night. I’ll admit it, but he was a great lad and reminded me of the nights out I used to have as a teenager - not a care in the world. I made the bed up for him where you slept the other night. We had a few more drinks at home and very very late headed for bed. I stripped off and got into bed and remember Craig heading for the toilet. I heard the flush going and next minute he was sitting on the edge of my bed. I remember him commenting about the size of my bed and me moving over to give him more room to sit on the edge. He had just lifted the duvet and climbed in and cuddled up to me. It just seemed OK - arms around a nice warm waist seemed just perfect. ‘Do you still see him?’ asked Mike. ’ I’d love to seem him again’ I had said ‘but the following day he was caught up in a massive motorway accident and had died soon after.’ There was a pause in the conversation. Memories of my short life with Craig came flooding back and so did a few tears: I wiped them off and said sorry to Mike for embarrassing him. ‘Mates like him only come along now and then’ I added ‘and you miss them when you lose touch with them - still’, I added trying to lighten up what had become a rather serious conversation ‘I’ve got this new mate now who might at least fancy another can perhaps’ ‘Why not?’ Mike said ‘let’s have another and if I’m too pissed to get to my bed there’s always yours’! and he reached across and punched my shoulder and gave an almighty grin. The tension had eased so I teased back and said I doubted that even with my King size bed there was room from me, him and that weapon of his.’ His answer, accompanied with another thump, was ‘in which case we’ll have to find somewhere to put it then.’ ‘..any more cheek from you Pal’ I said ‘and I’ll fetch that bloke from the pub to sort you out - I’m fucking certain he fancied you!! ‘Piss off’ he said ‘your just fucking jealous’ and gave me a third thump on the shoulder. I had a feeling the night wasn’t over by a long shot - and I had omitted telling him about someone else who I was sure 'fancied me' - Tom the Butcher. | ||
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Construction Site Part 20 The Motorway The new guy Mike settled in well with the other lads who worked in the Compound.: the ladies who ran the canteen during the day commented on how helpful he was and the toilet block and washroom including the showers were certainly in better order and cleaner than was usual. One particularly wet and windy day, having got soaked through out on the Site I went for a shower before going home and Mike was in the block tidying up after a previous crowd had used them. He carried on whilst I was showering and I took the opportunity to say how nice it was to find the place clean and tidy. He seemed a bit taken back by the compliment. As I dried and got dressed I remarked that there was no reason why he shouldn’t use the showers before leaving - save on the bills at home. He said he liked to put his feet up after a bath or a shower so he usually waited till he got home - but thanks for the thought. Some time later, probably weeks later, when all the lads were leaving together for a Bank Holiday weekend someone suggested they called in a nearby pub for a pint. I noticed Mike didn’t commit himself but said he would see when he had finished. I had some paperwork to finish and by chance was leaving just as Mike was leaving. ‘You calling for pint with the lads’ I asked him. ‘Are you?’ he asked. ‘No’ I told him, ‘I’ve got some shopping to do then will have a pint later in my local’ ‘I’ve got some shopping to do as well’ he said, ‘my brother’s useless at it and leaves it to me and the place is always empty by the week-end.’ ‘Where do you go?’ I asked him. ‘Usually the Co-op near home’ he said. ‘If I remember you live near me so is that the Co-op in Dock Street’ I asked. ‘That’s the one’ he said. ‘Might see you there then’ I replied and put my hand up and drove out. I went home first for a wash and change and then went round to the Co-op. I had done my shopping, paid at the check-out and just carrying my stuff back to the van as Mike drove in. ‘You’ve made it then’ I said, as he pulled up alongside me. ‘Hey’ he said ‘ I dozed off and nearly missed out: they close in about half an hour’ ‘What you doing after’ I asked him. ‘Not a lot’ he said. ‘Well, if you fancy a pint I’ll be in the tap room at ‘The Bridge’ around half nine.’ ‘Cheers’ he said ‘I might take you up on that’ I wasn’t expecting him to take up the offer as somehow he seemed a bit of a loner but to my surprise, around ten o’clock a hand came down on my shoulder and turning around there was Mike. Unusually for a Friday I was sat alone at the bar. Ross and his wife who were Friday regulars had decided to go away for the Bank Holiday. ‘What you having?’ I asked. He had a pint of lager. ‘You’ve got the shopping done then? I said. ‘Yes’ he said ‘somebody has to and it seems to be muggins here every time!’ ‘Brother obviously not much good in the housekeeping department then’ I said. ‘All he cares about is getting his end away’ he said ‘to be honest I’m getting more than a bit pissed off with him: . I’m seriously thinking of finding a place of my own’ he added, ‘and the house we’re in is rented in his name so it shouldn’t be too hard. At that moment Jamie and a couple of mates came in having just finished their shift. Jamie gave me a thumbs up greeting and I did the same back. Some of the lads who work on the Docks I explained to Mike - a good crowd, I’ve had more than a few laughs with them. Our glasses empty Mike got a refill for us both and seemed more relaxed than I had ever known him. We chatted about our past more than anything, what we had done, where we had been and things. He mentioned again his Dad’s split up with him Mum and the new Step-Mother but did add that it was his Mum who caused the problem by having been a bit of a nympho. ‘No lady friend of your own then’ I quizzed. ‘No’ he said ‘what with my Mum and Step Mum and a few bad experiences of my own I’ll stick with widow twanky’ ‘Widow twanky has kept me out of trouble for a few years’ I told him ‘and there’s nought wrong with wanking. Don’t believe anyone who says they don’t’ We were interrupted by the arrival of Jamie with his pint in his hand. ‘Mike, mate, ‘he said’ hugging Mike like a long lost brother. ‘What you fucking doing here?’ ‘I could ask you the same’ said Mike instantly recognising Jamie. ‘I wasn’t sure if it was you when I came in first’ Jamie said ‘it was only when you turned to the bar to get some drinks I saw that mug of yours - once seen never forgotten!!’ It turned out they had worked at the Pit together and both been made redundant at the same time and hadn’t seen each other since. Jamie had another pint with us and I sat back and listened while they reminisced. After a fair bit of chat Mike said he wanted a piss and we pointed the way to the toilet. Jamie took the opportunity to ask quickly if I’d hit it off with Mike. I told him not and thought he was a pretty straight fellow but I worked with him, he lived nearby and we were just mates. ‘Well’ said Jamie ‘if you do every manage it mate you’ll have a nice old surprise ‘cause what he’s got hanging between his legs will make Ross’s look like small fry!’ ‘You’re joking’ I said ‘there’s nothing showing’ ‘I’ll tell you what’ said Jamie ‘I saw him in those pithead showers many a time and his slack is everyone else’s lob on. Just once I saw him with a semi and nearly shot my load just looking. Good luck!!” Before he could say any more Mike was back from the toilets and the conversation carried on about things from the past. At closing time Jamie said he was off home for some kip and told Mike he’d probably see him again soon if he was going to start drinking in the Bridge. As we left the Pub I invited Mike back across home for another drink and some supper if he wished and he accepted. ‘Just get my bike’ he said, which he had secured to the fence in the car park. We went in through the back door and left his bike in my shed. I asked if he preferred another beer or something else and he opted for a can of beer. He stood chatting in the kitchen whilst I did a few sandwiches then we sat down. ‘This seems nice’ he said, referring to the house. ‘Do you get lonely on you own?’ ‘Not really’ I said ‘I like the freedom of coming and going without having to explain my movements.’ ‘You’re probably right’ he said, ‘and being able to go to bed and settle down without being interrupted by a pissed up brother arriving home with his latest bit of spare sounds good as well. I turned back to the conversation we were having before Jamie had joined us. ‘You were saying what with you Mum and your Brother’s shagging habits, and a few bad experiences of your own, you weren’t bothered with women friends! So what were these bad experiences then’ I asked him. He paused for a while then said, ‘well I suppose many blokes would give their right arm for what I’ve got hanging until they’d actually got it? How’s that? I asked, although from Jamie‘s comments I knew what he meant. He went on to explain that as a teenager all his mates knew he was well hung and used to tell all the girls who in turn wanted to see it. ‘I felt as though I was a freak show’ he said. Some of the women where he worked used to openly grab him to feel his prick. Eventually he met with a girl and they got on well together and it was some time before either of them got round to sex. On the night they did she had been terrified by the size of his cock an the friendship died a quick death. He hadn’t tried since. As he said, a man’s got his pride and being rejected isn’t very satisfying. He had decided to look for a job at the local colliery because, he said, at least there were no women underground to take the piss and the blokes took no real notice as they were all stripped off in the showers every day and there were no secrets - just a bit of ragging. One of the Miners had tried to get him to a swingers meeting because he reckoned he would be a turn-on and get things going, but he hadn’t gone he said. My curiosity was well aroused - my prick wasn’t totally lying down either! ‘I know this is a bit personal mate’ I said ‘but when you say well hung, how well hung. Ross, another mate of mine who is usually in pub, but not tonight comes round here with some porn videos which he can’t watch at home and it’s not unknown for him to flop his prick out and have a wank, an not putting too crude a point on it I’ve been know to do the same - and he is as well hung as I’ve ever seen - a good ten inches at least and thick. ‘You don’t look that small yourself when I’ve seen you in the showers’ he said with a grin, ‘but I reckon I’d be happy with ten inches: I’ve never actually measured mine but I know it’s longer than a foot ruler ‘cause one of the lads at the pit tried measuring it once when we were playing about and he could only find a twelve inch ruler and it wasn’t long enough.’ ‘Fucking hell mate’ I said ‘it must be some tool. He shrugged his shoulders and said ‘for fuck sake don’t tell the lads in the yard’ ‘Mate’ I said ‘what you’ve told me is between these four walls and there it will stay’. He looked relieved. I decided not to push the conversation any more. I asked if he fancied another drink. ‘It’s getting a bit late’ he said ‘I’d better be off and let you get to your bed.’ ‘No problem’ I replied ‘no work tomorrow for either of us. Have another drink if you fancy one, there’s even a couple of spare beds if you want to stay the night.’ ‘You sure?’ he asked. ‘Of course I’m sure’ I told him. ‘In that case’ he said, ‘I’ll not say no to another can’ We had two more each and he took up the offer to stay. I made up a bed in one of the spare bedrooms. The last I saw that night was a naked Mike as he walked across the landing to the toilet showing me a prime firm ass as he went in and proof of that massive cock as he returned, pausing to put his head around my open bedroom door and say ‘cheers mate, one of the best night’s I had for fucking years.’ The future lay ahead. The thoughts of some one-to-one action with that cock, or even some group action wouldn’t go away. I remember having two wanks that night. We both rose late next morning. It was around 10 o’clock before Mike pedalled off. Give that fucking brother of mine something to think about’ he said ‘ especially if he’s had to get his own breakfast but knowing him he’ll probably be wondering if I’d pulled and had a better fuck than him’. If only, I thought, if only!! | ||
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Construction Site Part 19 The Motorway Mike arrived early for his new job the following Monday. We did his paperwork stuff and organised some safety clothing - fluorescent jacket, hard hat and hiviz waterproofs for the wet days. He had arrived looking completely different to his job-seeking visit: this time he was wearing rigger boots, army cameo trousers and green vest. I noticed his army demin was loose fitting as had been his jeans on the earlier visit - pity I thought, no sight of a nice tight ass or packet at the front! After the formalities I took him to meet the other lads who worked in the Compound and then took him with me on a normal daily trip along the whole length of the contract so that he would get to know the various locations and sections ready for the time when he might have to drive there himself. The conversation was general and I purposely did not ask any prying questions but there was something about this man which I liked. Later in the day a head appeared around my cabin door. ‘So this is where you’ve got to’ said a voice. I looked up, ‘fucking hell mate’ I said ‘and where have you sprung from?’ It was Graham who was a mechanic for one of the contractors working on site. The same contractor had been with us on the Bridge Contract and I had met Graham there, but more to the point, had first met him in one of the town’s toilets where I had walked in and initially interrupted a session between him and Rob the Builder - something which had been quickly overcome as Rob recognised me and I had kept watch whilst he had sucked Graham off. Our paths had crossed a few times since. We updated each other on events of the previous few months. Graham asked if I ever saw Rob these days. I told him I did from time to time as he came to my ‘Local’ for a pint now and then and we usually drifted back to my place afterwards. ‘Lucky bastard’ said Graham ‘he gives a top class gobble and is one of the best fucks I’ve had but he never seems to be about these days.’ ‘I’ll tell you what’ I said, ‘he comes around for a drink most Friday nights, not guaranteed, but if you’re up near ‘The bridge inn’ on a Friday night come in.’ ‘That might work’ said Graham, ‘as sometimes we do a night on call if there are machines working, so I could be out and about without letting you-know-who at home into the secret.’ I told him where I lived and said he would be welcome to drop in if he was passing. With that off he went and I virtually forgot the conversation until one Friday night, some weeks later, Graham dropped into ‘The Bridge’. Just one disappointment, Rob was not in at the time and neither was Ross. I was sat with Jamie and his mates who had just finished work and popped in for a pint on the way home. Graham came over with a pint of shandy because he was on call and had his service van outside. Jamie’s mates left but Jamie stayed for another pint. Come closing time I invited Graham to come across home for a coffee if he wanted and he accepted. I tempted fate and invited Jamie as well and he also accepted. As Graham drove across and parked outside my house I walked back with Jamie and let him know that Graham was ‘one of the lads’. The bad news was that I didn’t have any of Ross’s videos to play. It was Jamie’s first visit since my ‘leaving party’ so I started the conversation by reminding him of that. ‘Still the best night I’ve had’ he said. Graham asked him why. Jamie said it was a good set of lads, a couple of good videos and some even better live action. ‘You’re alright Jamie’ I said ‘Graham enjoys a bit of group action when it’s on offer.’ ‘Too fucking true’ said Graham ‘trouble it’s never on fucking offer these days. I don’t know where it’s all gone’ Jamie said the most he usually had was a wank or suck with someone in the Dock toilets where he worked, but still got a hard on thinking about my party night. I looked down at his crutch and the unmistakeable bulge told me all. ‘Looks as if it’s anything but soft now’ I said, and reached across and started to rub my hand over it. ‘You remember Ross screwing you?’ I asked Jamie. ‘Fuck sake man’ he replied ‘I’m never going to forget that weapon.’ ‘If I told you Graham was a good equal in thickness and maybe a bit longer do you reckon you could manage it?’ ‘You’re joking!’ said Jamie. ‘Not joking’ I replied. ‘Show him’ I said to Graham. Graham didn’t need a second request. He stood up and before he undid his zip the outline of his prick was clearly visible down his leg. Jamie watched with growing excitement and when Graham flopped out his thick, stiff nine to ten inch prick he was on the edge of his seat. He got up and went across to Graham and took Graham’s cock in both hands. ‘Just wanted to see if it was fucking real’ he said with a grin ‘wouldn’t put it past you two to wind me up with something plastic!!’ We all laughed. Jamie went down and started to lick Graham’s balls and then the shaft of his cock and finally took the knob in his mouth and as much of the shaft as he could get. Graham was getting well aroused. While this was going on I had slipped my own clothes off and started to strip Jamie. With Jamie still tonguing and licking his prick, Graham peeled his gear off as well. I slipped on a condom and started to tease Jamie’s ass. His reaction was to gently move back onto my cock and he soon ended up with it full in and me, hands on his hips, giving him a good fuck. As I got close to coming off I nodded to Graham to help himself to a condom and when he was ready I pulled out of Jamie and Graham came round to take over. Graham was a bit more gently than Ross, who on party night had gone into Jamie like a bull at a gate, but for all that Jamie still flinched a bit at the size. Graham increased the speed and the stroke, putting a bit more in each time and Jamie was gritting his teeth but eventually took it all. I left them to it and just stood back watching and wanking. I wanted Jamie to enjoy his second fuck without interruption. Graham movements soon indicated that he was ready to shoot his load and once he had he slowly came out. ‘Fucking hell mate’ he said to Jamie ‘it’s a long time since I had a good fuck like that but it was worth waiting for.’ ‘Cheers’ said Jamie, obviously having been happy to oblige. Graham went off to the bathroom and while he was away Jamie and I, although neither of us had come off, got dressed. When Graham came back he dressed and said he’d better check to see if there were any message for him. I let him use my phone to dial up his Works night line and he found there were two messages waiting so he shot off to deal with them. ‘See you again lads’ he said, ‘and thanks mate’ he said to Jamie as he left. It was after midnight. You going home or staying I asked Jamie. Nothing spoiling at home he told me, the folks are used to me staying out. I’d never asked Jamie about his personal life but said, probably instinctively ‘No wife then?’ ‘No’ he replied ‘too much aggro. Give me a couple of pints any night’ ‘..and a good wank now and then?’ I asked. ‘..and that’ he replied with a grin. We had another beer and then, as the previous time, he ‘rejected’ the spare bed and climbed in with me. Even as he stripped off his prick was solid and waiting for action. I knew he enjoyed being sucked so I went down on it and got him well worked up. At the same time he rolled across and started to suck me. It was soon obvious to each other that we were about to shoot and at that point Jamie leaned up and said he would like to feel my cock in his ass again. Who was I to refuse. I finished off inside him and he wanked himself off. After a shower we settled down for the night. I left for work early the next morning and dropped Jamie off near his home. | ||
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Construction Site Part 18 The Motorway One of the first people to say they were pleased I was staying was Tom the young Butcher. Tom was now old enough to buy his own pint and appeared in 'The Bridge' now and then. On the evening in question, sometime midweek, being bored with Television I decided to have a couple of pints and an early night. Tom was already in the pub and sat with someone twice his age: someone who looked very athletic and muscular and who, I assumed, was probably one of his Rugby playing mates. He acknowledged my arrival with a wave and I responded. With my pint served I sat at the bar and chatted with the bar staff for, as yet, it was very quiet. It was during my second pint that I headed to the toilet for my first leak of the night. I had barely got my zip down when the noise of the outer door opening indicated that someone else was on the way in. It was Tom. He came next to me, put his arm around me, gave me a hug and said 'I'm glad you've not moved away Mate: nice to see you around still!' 'Going to be around for a while yet' I told him, and giving him a little hug back, added 'but you're a big lad now so I won't have to rescue you for underage drinking!' He laughed. During these exchanges I had managed to get my cock out and started to have my piss. Tom followed suit and as we chatted his eyes constantly looked down at my prick. A glance down at his prick gave firm evidence that he was getting aroused for he had only had a quick piss and was now standing shaking the spots off - he was nicely average lengthwise and perhaps slightly thicker than average. My own cock began to respond but caution still proved stronger than temptation and I gave it a quick shake and slipped it back into my jeans. Tom looked a bit disappointed as I changed the subject by asking if it was one of his Rugby mates he was drinking with. 'No' he told me as we headed back to the bar, 'it was the mate who drove the Stock Lorry and the mate he went away with from time to time.' Once back at the bar he headed to his mate and I headed to my bar stool, only to find sat on it none other than Ross. He had noted my return, his facial expression silently asking the question had I at last succumbed to Tom's approach. Once everyone was out of earshot I put him out of his misery and told him I was obviously still on Tom’s ‘hit list’ and how he had followed me out to the toilet. ‘Do you know his Mate?’ asked Ross. I said I had thought he might by one of Tom’s Rugby mates at first but Tom said he was the mate who drove a Stock lorry and the mate he went away with sometimes. ‘Well’ said Ross ‘they’ll be doing more than sleeping together in that cab that’s for sure.’ ‘What do you know that I don’t then?’ I asked. Ross said he had seen the Stock Lorry driver about in various places and usually having more than a bit of fun. Ross had had a play around with him himself but “Stock Lorry’s” main interest was younger men he thought - hence perhaps having Tom as a Mate. Shortly after this conversation Tom and his mate left. Tom said ‘goodnight’ and his mate made no signs of recognising Ross. I remarked on it to Ross. ‘Doubt if he would recognise me with a bit of tidy on’ he said, ‘I’m usually covered from head to foot in coal dust when he sees me out and about.’ So, another piece of the zig-saw puzzle was in place. Our Tom was clearly up for some fun and looked as though he still had me in his sights! The Motorway contract was a much bigger one than the Bridge, extending as it did over about twenty miles. As with the Bridge a compound was set up for the men with Mobile Homes and the canteen, washroom and toilet blocks were transferred from the Bridge and extended because there were many more workers. As with all Sites there were regular callers looking for work and one such man arrived on an occasion whilst I was in the Contract Manager’s Office. He was around 30 yrs old, very clean and tidy, looked fit (which was important as contracting work is strenuous), had crew-cut fair hair and seemed relaxed and sensible. His arrival was timely because we had just been discussing the need for an extra Labourer to meet the demands of the main Site compound, to help in the Stores and to maintain and clean the Canteen, the toilets and the washroom. The Contracts Manager told him that we had just been discussing setting someone on to work in the Site Compound and roughly what we were looking for. He said he was interested so I suggested that if he hung around for a while until we had finished our Meeting I would take him round, show him what was involved and take it from there. He said he would wait in his car. When he had gone the Contracts’ Manager commented that he seemed to be a more willing character than many who called and see how he felt after looking around. With our Meeting over I went out to look for the job-seeker: seeing me emerge from the portakabin he jumped out of his car and came to meet me. I told him my name was Mike, but was usually called ‘Mick’ and asked what his name was and by co-incidence it was also Mike. I showed him around explaining what we were looking for as we went and at the same time casually asking a bit about his background. At the end of our walk, which had quite a few interruptions from people trying to catch up with me, I took him into the Canteen and got a mug of tea for both of us. Mike lived locally, in fact it turned out he lived a couple of miles from me. He shared a house with a much younger brother both of whom had left home when their parents split up and they couldn’t cope with their new stepmother who had moved in. He had been a Miner but had recently been made redundant - hence being fit no doubt, and for my purposes used to being part of a team which was useful for the job we had on offer. I asked if he thought the job we had going was the sort he could adapt to and pointed out that it wouldn’t pay as much as he got as a Miner. He said it would pay more than he got on the dole and would like to give it a go. I took him back across to the Contracts’ Manager and asked him to wait. I popped my head around the Contract Managers door and updated him with my recommendation that our job-seeker seemed worth a try and on the way out told Mike the CM would see him in a few minutes, and wished him good luck. I headed back to the Canteen for a meal. Half an hour or so later, as I walked back towards the Offices I saw Mike jump out of his car ahead of me and come running towards me. He held out his hand to shake mine, said he had been offered the job, and thanked me for helping: he would see me early the following Monday morning. I was a bit overwhelmed. In all the years it was one of the few times when someone had said thank you, and more so he had obviously hung around to say ’thank you’. I told him I was pleased to have helped and looked forward to seeing him again next week. I shook his hand vigorously and the firm grip in return unexpectedly stirred some chemistry. As he turned back alongside me towards his car I spotted tears running down his cheek. Mike had a great outward personality but , so it now seemed, a inner something which troubled him: something which would surface again in the future but which he would overcome. | ||
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Construction Site Part 17 I’d got some more food ready and plenty of beers. Ross had left a couple of videos with me earlier in the week and these at least, were a good mix likely to get the party going. Once everyone was settled Ross was quick to suggest the video went on. It was good stuff and got the lads going - plenty of comment and teasing. Ross had got his mate to edit onto the tape the film, where the factory girls had promised the Fork Lift Driver a good time, but not until he had fucked the bi-sexual husband of one of them As the film progressed it was brilliant to see their reactions Rob’s mate, Jeff the Plumber grabbed Rob at one stage and said ‘any more cheek out of you mate and you’ll be getting some of that’ Rob replying ‘promises, promises!’ Cliff was the surprise - he is usually a quiet lad, but in the middle of the session where Fork Lift was fucking the ass off the hubby, he whipped his prick out, stood up, flashed it at the TV and, referring to the hubby said ‘d’you fancy this as well mate?’ The reply came from cock-hungry Rob who grabbed Cliff’s cock and said, ‘No, but I do’ I grabbed the opportunity - ‘Go on then Cliff, let’s have some live entertainment’ Ross took up the echo ‘Go on lads’ he said ‘give us a treat’ Cliff was as relaxed as I’d ever seen him, without a word he dropped his jeans and slipped them off and moved up behind Rob, rubbing his cock in the crack of Rob’s ass in teasing fashion. Rob didn’t need any encouraging - his jeans were unzipped, down and off and Rob had him bent over the arm of the settee. The teasing stopped, Cliff’s cock end, instead of rubbing up and down Rob’s ass, began to push gently in an out. I looked across at Jamie the first time visitor - he was hypnotised with the sight of Cliff’s cock entering Robs ass: he caught my glance and gave me a wink that said everything - he was going to enjoy his night out! Cliff made swift move right into Rob and fucked with amazing speed. I can’t remember seeing a cock thrusting in and out as fast. Ross had his cock out by now and got himself in front of Rob who didn’t need an invite to take if down his throat. Rob’s mate, Jeff the Plumber, was standing up now, with cock out and approaching Cliff. He started to fondle Cliff’s ass and Cliff seemed turned further on by this. In no time Jeff was offering his cock to Cliff’s ass, and getting no rejection, let him have a couple of inches then the full length as he got into the rhythm with Cliff’s movements in and out of Rob. I was stripping off by now and moving closer for the best view. A looked at Jamie again, he had slipped his jeans down over his thighs and was wanking gently on a decent cock. He winked again when he caught sight of me looking in his direction. I nodded for him to go and stand in front of Rob, alongside Ross because I knew, if nothing else, that Jamie liked to be sucked off at least. He slipped his jeans right off and moved round, ending up in front of Rob. Rob slipped his lips off Ross’s cock and took it in his right hand and took Jamie’s cock in his left hand and started wanking both and sucking on each in turn. By now, Cliff had worked himself up to the finale and was pulling back from Rob, but as he withdrew he half turned and leant across a table, Plumber Jeff turning with him and continuing to screw Cliff’s ass. Like a flash Ross was around and into Rob. I moved alongside Jamie and Rob now had me an Jamie in hand. I liked Jamie: of the regulars in the Bridge he was well up on the list of those you wouldn’t mind fucking but this was the first time the cards had been played!! As Rob sucked Jamie and me in turn I looked across at Jamie: his eyes met mine and there was some instant chemistry. I’m not sure who made the first move, or if we moved together, but in a split second our tongues were down each others throat and I was experiencing one of the best kisses I could remember. Instinctively my hand started to play with his ass: I remember wondering if he was into taking, or giving, or just being sucked off. My hand met no resistance so I started to finger his ass a bit stronger. I felt Jamie’s hand replacing Rob’s and he started to squeeze and fondle my prick expertly - I felt down and reached his cock which was dripping with precum and returned the favour. Jamie’s lips parted from mine just long enough for him to whisper ‘I’d love that up me’ I didn’t rush it, I moved gently and slowly around and positioned him across the back of a recliner, then, playing gently with his ass, and preparing to move in, he grabbed my cock, pulled me gently towards him and at the same time moved his ass back towards me and, on his own, guided my cock into him. I let him take the strain. I still wasn’t sure if this was a first and, being a bit above average cock-wise, didn’t want to hurt him. Very soon he had worked himself to take all I could offer and then, in a bit more than a whisper, said, ‘go on mate, let me have it’ I let him have it! I was feeling hornier than I had for weeks, and all too soon shot my load. A glance around showed that Plumber and Cliff had completed, Ross had pulled out of Rob who had shot a load himself, and Ross was now standing alongside me, cock in hand, and so it seemed, waiting to try Jamie’s ass for size. As I slipped out of Jamie he turned and looked up at Ross. ‘D’you want to try this? asked Ross. Jamie looked hard. Ross is a very big lad, may even be area champion, but Jamie gave him the nod to try. As I came out Ross went in. Ross likes to fuck hard and he didn’t take the time I’d taken with Jamie - he went in in his usual fashion, virtually straight up with the first stroke. I remember, to this day, the shout, almost a scream from Jamie, ‘fucking hell mate’ but he let Ross ride him like a cowboy rides a bucking bronco and by the time Ross eventually shot his load into Jamie they were both bathed in sweat. Everyone had watched - the video was still running something, but it had long been forgotten. When everyone had got their breath back and tidied up I produced some more cans. Without realising it it was nearly 3am. Ross finished his can and thought he had better be making tracks - much to his disappointment. Plumber thought he had better head for home as well as he had got some work to do later and they both left. I told the others they were welcome to stay if they wished. They decided they would and it was well after 4am before we decided to settle down. I told them I was going to have a shower and they were welcome. As I left the shower Jamie came upstairs and said he would have a shower as well. As I dried I watched him strip off and get into the shower. Rob and Cliff had gone to one of the spare rooms and I could hear them chatting. Rob shouted to Jamie to give him a shout when he had finished. I was sitting on my bed when Jamie came out of the shower. I pointed out to some towels on the landing and he shouted to Rob that the shower was free and walked into my room, towel in hand and drying himself off. ‘Looks comfortable’ he said, nodding at the bed. ‘Plenty of room for another’ I replied as I pulled back the duvet and climbed in. He picked his clothes up off the landing, brought them into my bedroom and put them on a spare chair then, finished drying himself, put the towel down, calmly walked across to the bed and got in beside me. ‘Mate’ he said ‘that’s the best fucking night I’ve had for years: to think, I’ve know you and Ross for fucking years, how many fucks have I missed?’ …. and with what seems a few seconds, he was fast asleep. Before I dropped off I noticed Rob and Cliff leaving the shower together and noises much later in the day, infact well after daybreak, told me that Rob was being well serviced by Cliff once more - not before I had given Jamie his second treat of the weekend, which had started off by him sinking down the bed and taking a mouthful of my already solid and waiting cock. And, so the party came to an end. The following week brought a surprise however as the Site Manager called me to his Office one evening and told me that the Company had just been awarded a major contract to build a new twenty mile length of motorway nearby. He had been given the job of Works Manager and would like me to be his Plant Manager. There was now an excuse for a ‘not-leaving’ party!! I stayed where I was for a further two and a half years and several more stories follow. | ||
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Construction Site Part 16 Autumn and Winter passed without much happening of note. The roof didn’t leak again and apart from an occasional meeting up with Cliff and Rob there was little excitement. Tom still put in regular appearances. He called one day whilst Ross was visiting. He knew Ross by sight because he lived locally as well. Tom didn't stay long and when he had gone I told Ross the background to Tom and that I knew he was up for it but just felt it was a bit too close to home and I wasn't really sure how discrete the lad could be. Ross was inclined to agree adding however that if he had met up with Tom on distant shores as he put it, he would have been in there like a shot. It was early in Spring when notice was finally given on the completion date of the contract and so the days for most of us became numbered. I expected to be moved elsewhere sometime during the Summer. Despite this work as it was had to continue. It was about this time that once again I had to visit another contract in the area and, for the first time for many months, had an opportunity to visit the lay-by where I had first encountered Ross some two years or more earlier. My first few visits were uneventful - usually just me and perhaps a passing Rep doing his paperwork. I told Ross that I was likely to be out and about so not to be too surprised if he saw me in various places during the day. I called one day and a Highways Truck was parked up but not the gang I had seen previously so nothing doing there. Then, at last, whilst sat there one day who should pull in but Ross, followed by a transit van with the name of a local parcel delivery service on it. Ross jumped from his cab and headed passed me towards the gate down to the woods. As he passed he nodded for me to follow. Out of the van jumped a short, skinhead man of around 30yrs or so. He was wearing boots, blue industrial jeans with built in crease, tee shirt with Company logo and a Donkey jacket with waterproof back, also with Company logo. As he walked passed, with jacket open and hand in jeans pockets I had the belief he was trying to hide the fact that he had a raging hard on. I gave it all of 30 seconds, got out of the pick-up, locked the door and headed for the wood. They were 100yds in front of me, Parcel Delivery having caught up with Ross. Ross was talking to him and they both looked back to seem me following. Ross later said he had told Parcel that ‘I was OK.’ There wasn’t yet much general leaf cover, but the rhododendron bushed always gave good cover and I guessed they were heading to the spot I had seen earlier where there was a grassy patch almost completely surrounded by rhododendron bushes. I was right. As I approached Ross was stripping Parcel - a favourite fetish of his. Parcel had taken his boots off, Ross had undone his jeans and was pulling them down. Parcel was taking his own donkey jacket off. Ross continued with the pants and tee shirt and in no time Parcel was standing naked except for his socks!! Ross went on to strip himself - Jacket, shirt, jeans and in no time they were both bollock naked. Hands were everywhere. Parcel was working on Ross’s cock and balls whilst Ross was working around towards Parcel’s ass. I stood back just at the gap into the opening and watched, my cock hard as it comes, and wanking gently. They knew I was there and Ross beckoned for me to join them. As I walked across Parcel went down on Ross’s throbbing cock and started to give him some first class tongue action. Ross indicated that Parcel’s ass was waiting and ready. I didn’t need a second invite and within just the time it took to fit a condom was giving Parcel what he most wanted. The experience was a good one. I hadn’t seen much action for a long time and was reaching a climax in no time. Ross read the signs and knew I was about to come off: he pointed to the pocket from which I had taken my packet of condoms indicating he would like one so, whilst in the process of finishing my session I had handed the packet to Ross. Ross slipped away from Parcel’s hungry mouth and quickly applied a condom and as I pull out from Parcel’s ass, Ross moved in. Ross is a big boy as I’ve said before, and Parcel visibly shuddered as Ross went straight in, full length with one stroke and proceeded to give full length in and out strokes at increasing speed. I watched almost transfixed. Ross was building up to a grand finale and Parcel was almost shouting ‘Yes’, ‘Go on’ ‘Let me have it’ ‘Fuck me’ ‘Yes’ ‘More’ ,’Go on, fuck me.’ and at the same time wanking himself in rhythm with Ross’s thrusts. Parcel came off first but stood his ground for the extra few seconds before Ross exploded into his condom. Despite it being a coolish day they were both bathed in sweat. Ross slowly pulled out. Parcel didn’t seem to be totally spent for he turned around, went down on his knees, pulled the condom off Ross and dived his lips down the length of Ross’s cock. Ross put his arm across and pulled me in close and turned me so that my cock was alongside his. Parcel looked as though all his Christmases had come at once. His tongue was flicking over both our knobs and he made every effort to get both cocks in his mouth at once. I was quickly aroused again, as was Ross and, although it took a few minutes, we both responded to Parcel’s lips and having already filled him at one end, proceeded to fill him at the other end. I left them to get dressed and walked slowly back to the lay-by. All was quiet and when they appeared we stood talking for a few minutes. Ross had met ‘Parcel’ before, his name was Ivan, but this was the first time they had come out as far as this lay-by. Ross later told me he came out in the hope that I might be parked up and for once his scheming had worked! He also admitted that Parcel liked it hard and rough and that turned him on. When a firm date for my own departure became known I decided that there had got to be some sort of party. I had about six weeks notice so set about fixing a party date for a Saturday night and touring the cruising spots to track down some of the regular lads I had met over the previous couple of years and inviting them along. Rob and Cliff were invited and told to bring a mate if they wished. My rented home was an end terrace and the old lady next door, who was a brilliant neighbour, was away so the chances of upsetting anyone was unlikely. I had to think hard about the idea of starting off in ‘The Bridge’ and coming back to my place as there were some regulars who ‘qualified’ for the party, but wouldn’t perhaps be too happy with the cabaret, but to some extent the Landlord saved the day because when he heard that I was leaving he suggested an extension for a private party and the lads I invited became classified as ‘work mates’ Rob invited his plumber mate Jeff he used to get fucked by at work. Cliff came on his own. Ross had invited ‘Parcel’, who turned up but said he couldn’t stay long. He stayed long enough for Ross to walk him across to my place and give him a good quick fuck before he left! Ross knew his wife would be coming to the pub but knew he’d find a way around it when things wound up at the pub and transferred home. I’d looked for the Highway Worker but had failed to find him. The night came and was great. The Landlord did a spread and it was getting on for 1am when things broke up. I had already told the lads who were coming back home where to head for and eventually followed them. Ross had walked his wife home earlier - cunning or what? When I reached home the lads were waiting outside plus one extra: It was Jamie, a long time regular at the Bridge, who Rob knew and who Rob had sucked off in the pub toilets one Saturday afternoon a few week earlier. Rob had asked earlier and I knew Jamie well enough to know he was a discreet as they come - as yet though Jamie hadn’t been told what was likely to happen as the night wore on - but more of that next time!! | ||
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Construction Work Part 15 For some weeks life continued with little to note. Work was tiring as the contract was well advanced and efforts being made to pull together all the intricate parts of this major project then as Autumn approached, some of the worst weather for many years hit the area: the rain and the winds caused havoc and on some days work was not possible on safety grounds. It was on one such day, having done little other than sit in the canteen, that I eventually went home to find disaster had struck there: some slates were adrift on the roof and worse still rain was pouring in through the ceiling into one of the bedrooms - not fortunately the one I used. I called the Landlord with the bad news. He took it in his stride and rang back shortly after to say that he had managed to get his usual roofing contractor to carry out a repair, but not unfortunately until the day after next, which was a Saturday. Armed with some buckets and bowls, and helped by an improvement in the weather, I managed to prevent much damage. My young friend Tom who said it was his day off had appeared asking if I was OK as he didn't usually see me about at that time. Obviously he was still monitoring my movements!! I showed him the damage and he had helped with the clean up after which I given him some cash and sent him to the local Fish and Chip shop to get us some dinner. Having finished our meal he was in no hurry to leave. The television was on. I was almost tempted to put on one of Ross's videos but decided against it. As we talked I saw him make many a glance between my legs and nature being what it is, with this lad sat across from me, his legs apart and the outline of his nice thick cock clearly visible down the leg of his tight jeans, mine began to stir. This was not to happen: he was perhaps ready, willing and even able but for me it was still a goal too near home to be comfortable. I had to go out and do some shopping I told him. He wanted to come with me but I said I was going on to see a mate so somewhat reluctantly he went off home. I didn’t work on the Saturday and waited for the contractor to arrive. Just after 10am there was a knock on the door: two men stood there: I recognised one instantly and he recognised me but without acknowledging anything he said he had been asked by Mr Y (My landlord) to check some roof damage. I told him he had come to the right house and asked if he would like to see the location of the leaks internally. He said he would and turned to his mate and asked him to get the ladders off the truck ready to go up on the roof and came in. I shut the door. ‘Now then mate’ he said, ‘so this is where you hang out!’ It was none other than Cliff my Scaffolder/Roofer mate. ‘It is’ I said and we exchanged a few bits of news as we went up to look at the ceilings. The mate with him wasn’t the one he had the odd play with he said, and as far as he knew he wasn’t aware of his sidelines. We’ll keep it that way I told him. After inspecting internally I showed him the passageway access to the rear of the house and left him and his mate to get on with the work. After an hour or so I shouted them in for a drink which they accepted and when they had drunk up they went back to finish the job. Around midday Cliff came in through the back door to say they had finished and his mate was putting the ladders away. I asked if they had another job to go to but they hadn’t so I asked if they fancied a pint at the pub across the road but Cliff said his mate was in a hurry to get home and go to a football match but he fancied a pint himself. He said he would take his mate home, do a quick change, and come back on his own, and with that they left. An hour and a half later and he had not returned so, assuming something else had turned up, I decided to go across to the pub on my own. I was about to leave when there was a knock on the back door. When I answered it there was Cliff propping up his bicycle. ‘Thought I’d come back on this’ he said, pointing down at the bike, then I can have a decent drink. ‘Good idea’ I said and pointed across the yard to the Out-house where he could leave it under cover. It was often my habit on a Saturday to have a pub lunch and when we got across to ‘The Bridge’ I asked Cliff if he fancied a meal ‘on me’ He hadn’t anything to eat since early morning and accepted the offer. As we sat with our food and a pint the said he was sorry he had taken a bit longer than he expected to come back. As he had passed the toilets near the cemetery where we had met a few times, he had seen a car parked of someone he knew and decided to call in. There had been a bit of activity and amongst the crowd was builder Rob who was being given a good fucking. He had watched and kept a look out and had also wanked off the bloke he knew with the car. The bloke fucking Rob had also come off and left leaving only him and Rob there. He told Rob he had met up with me earlier doing a repair and was on his way back for a pint and had told Rob where. Rob had said he had just finished work and was on his way home but had nothing planned so might come an look for us later. That was something worth looking forward to!! Having been a regular in the Bridge for nearly two years I had got to know most of the other regulars. Saturday lunchtime always seemed to be popular time and the bar was often full of lads who had finished work for the week. This Saturday was no exception and two or three of the lads I often shared a pint with had come and sat with Cliff and me - so the conversation had been straightforward stuff. We had had a couple of pints when Rob appeared at the bar but seeing we were in company he stayed there. A few minutes later one of the lads drinking with us went off to the toilet and the conversation continued. I decided to invite Rob across to join us but he was no where to be seen which seemed a bit surprising. It was several minutes before the lad with us returned from the toilet. I wasn’t sure at the time why he felt it necessary to explain his long absence by saying ‘sorry about that lads, met someone I know in the other bar’, (The toilets were through in a second bar room). Shortly after the lads with us drank up and left. Cliff said he fancied another pint and as it was his round he went off to the bar - returning soon after with a pint each, and followed by Rob. I greeted him and said I seen him earlier but thought he had gone. No, he hadn’t gone he explained, but he knew one of the guys drinking with us and thought it would save explanations if he stayed away, but when the guy went to the toilet he had nodded for Rob to follow. Rob had given him a quick blow job in the toilets - so that’s why he’d been a bit longer than usual before coming back to the table! So there was another of the regulars - Jamie by name - who liked the odd bit of cock fun. I remembered from my earlier days when my first drinking mate, Ross, had turned out to have a great appetite for cock and how far I had come with him. Pity he wasn’t there with us then, but he wasn’t often in on Saturday lunchtime as Mrs Ross had to be taken to the Supermarket. The pub used to close at 3pm in those days and so, with last order called, and drinking time nearly up, I suggested we went back to my place and both Cliff and Rob accepted. As we went out the rain had started again. ‘Testing your work on the roof’ I said to Cliff. Inside it was warm and cosy and I offered them a beer which both accepted. Rob mentioned Ross. ‘Does he live near here then? he asked. I told him he lived in the next street and then I remembered I still had the last video Ross had brought around - the one with the Territorial Army lads in Camp. ‘Here you are then lads,’ I said, holding up the tape, ‘here’s a bit of entertainment Ross brought round. I put it in the video and wound it to roughly where the Army video was and after a few fast forwards go the starting point and just let it run. From the look on their faces I don’t think either Cliff or Rob had ever seen any all-men videos before and they were both transfixed with the screen. Rob was the first to break the silence saying he wished he had been there. ‘Which one do you fancy then? I asked. ‘All of them’ he said, ‘one after each other - fucking hell mate’ he added ‘it would be dream come true. Four soldiers in those tight combats, what a thought.’ Changing the subject slightly I asked if the guy he had seen in the pub ever fucked him. ‘No’ he said, ‘more’s the pity, because he’s got a nice tool, but he just likes to be sucked off I think’ It wasn’t going to be long before he found out differently. Rob turned to Cliff and said ‘you’re very quiet: what do you reckon?’ ‘I would wank any of them off right now if they were here’ ‘If you lads fancy a wank be my Guest’ I told them, ‘you know me, I’m always ready for one.’ and I stood up to show them that I was hard and ready. Cliff reached across first and started to stroke the bulge down my jeans. I pulled the zip down and he pushed his hand in and swiftly had my meat out in his hand. Rob still had an eye on the video but had also pulled his prick out and was gently stroking it. Cliff reached across and, with my cock in his right hand, took hold of Rob’s in his left. Rob forgot the screen and moved across from his chair to sit by Cliff on the Settee and rapidly had Cliff’s cock out and taking it full length down his throat. I moved across to Rob, loosened his jeans and slowly pulled them and his pants down and off and started to play with his ass and at the same time gently lifted him so that he was lying across the arm of the settee but still giving Cliff a first class blow job. Like the proverbial Boy Scout I was prepared and reaching a packet of Durex out of a nearby drawer, slid one on and wasted no time in teasing Rob’s ass and then, with a few pelvic thrusts, giving him full measure. Cliff moved off the settee and knelt down near the arm. His eyes were glued to my cock as it thrust in an out of Rob’s tight little ass and he was stoking his own as increasing pace. I took a hand off Rob’s hip, reached across to the drawer and handed Cliff a Durex. He looked at it, looked at me, looked back at my cock still thumping in and out of Rob and leaning back opened the packet and slipped the Durex on his cock. I took my hand off Rob’s hip again and put it under Cliff’s arm, encouraging him to stand up and stand alongside me. When he was there I moved over, pulled gently out of Rob, and taking hold of Cliff’s cock guided it gently towards Rob’s waiting ass. Cliff was a bit hesitant, so, holding his cock with one hand, and with my other hand on his ass I pushed him gently forward. From earlier stories you will remember that Cliff was well blessed, both long and thick and I knew Rob had long wanted to be fucked by Cliff. I carried on gently moving Cliff back and forth with his cock teasing Rob then gradually entering just a bit at first, then a bit more, then he got the motion going for himself and Rob was soon having the fuck of a lifetime. Cliff was almost in a trance, his thrusts were getting longer and faster, his knees were shaking and there was little doubt that he was about to shoot a big load. With Cliff now working on his own steam I got myself back in front of Rob and pushed my prick into his waiting lips. Cliff and me came off almost together. Rob also went still - he had shot his own load, fortunately on a cover and not on the settee itself. ‘There’s only one thing for it now lads’ I said, as we got our breath back, ‘A shower’ It was a bit of a squeeze, but after stripping off we all managed to get into the shower together. For Cliff, who had just fucked his first ass, a group shower was another first and he took to soaping and lathering someone else like a duck takes to water. All three of us came off again before we finished showering. As it was now getting on a bit both Cliff and Rob said they had better be going. Rob had ridden his Motorbike over from the pub and left it at the front so we saw him off, then got Cliffs bike from the shed at the back and he left. They could only have gone half an hour or so when there was a knock on the door. It was Ross. He’d driven past earlier and seen the Motorbike outside. Was it Rob? ‘Yes mate, it was’ I told him, ‘and what you didn’t see was the bike in the back yard which belonged to Cliff’ ‘You are joking’ he said. ‘Not at all’ I replied and told him the whole sequence of events starting with the repairs to the roof earlier that day. I did miss out the bit about Rob giving someone a blow job in the pub. After all I would never tell anyone about Ross’s fancies and why should I tell him about other people’s! …’and I really missed out on all that’ said Ross. ‘fraid so’ I replied, ‘still there’s always next time.’ ‘Next time’ was to come. | ||
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Construction Work Part 14 Ross and I had been telling each other about the experience we think began our interest in cock fun. In the previous episode I told Ross about mine and this was his story when I asked about his. Ross said his teenage days were much the same as mine. He was one of the first to get wed and start breaking up the gang. He worked on a farm and was pissed off with working outside in all weathers, for long hours and with little pay so as soon as he was old enough he went on a HGV drivers course and passed the test. His first driving job was delivering animal foods to farms, then he changed to work for a dairy collecting milk from farms. When he was around 26 a mate who was also a driver carrying timber all over the Country told him about a job going where he worked. His mate told him working with night’s away from the missus was one of the perks of the job!! He’d taken a week’s holiday from his dairy job and gone off with this mate and had enjoyed the freedom - and some of the perks - but they hadn’t included fucking blokes! He applied for the job and got it and so ended up trucking all over the Country. It was on one of the journeys he had his first session with another bloke. He had set off on a Sunday morning heading north towards Scotland. Somewhere on the A1 near Doncaster he had seen a soldier thumbing a lift - quite a common sight in those days. Because he was due for a break and was looking for somewhere to pull in he had not stopped. He found a lay-by a couple of miles or so further on and stopped for a drink and something to eat. He had forgotten the hitch-hiker until he spotted him in his mirror coming up behind. When the hitch-hike came alongside he wound his window down and remarked that he didn’t seem to be having much luck. The hiker said it was like that sometimes and asked if there was any chance of a lift up towards Catterick. Ross said there was every chance as he was passing Catterick and hadn’t stopped earlier because he was due for a break and thought the soldier might get a lift in the mean time. Ross cleared a few things off the passenger seat and the soldier jumped in. They set off. Ross said they chatted about Army life and things like that and asked if soldier had been home for the weekend to see the wife or girlfriend and was a bit surprised with the answer that Soldier ‘had joined the Army to get away from fucking women’ and sounded bitter. When Ross asked why Soldier related a bit of his past life. He had left School, gone to Technical College, become a Motor Mechanic and got a job in a big garage for one of the Main Dealers. There were about twenty mechanics and eight or ten office staff. I know it’s bragging a bit he told Ross, but I’m one of those lucky blokes whose got a fair sized cock and a bit like a stallion when roused. All the lads used to tease and keep grabbing it - it was just part of the job and we all had a laugh. Some of the lads used to egg some of the girls in the Office to try and get a date with me just to see what I’d got. One Christmas Party some of the lads held me whilst a couple of the others got my cock out to show the girls. We all had a laugh but one of the girls got a bit obsessed and started to come on really hard. She used to find every excuse to come in the workshops and if ever I was working somewhere on my own she used to almost beg to feel my cock. It wasn’t helped because some of the lads knew what was going on and encouraged her. I used to try and laugh it off with her: if she reach out I used to move away as soon as she touched me and pretend my girl friend wouldn’t like it - even thought I hadn’t got one. She started to become a stalker. She would wait outside the garage after work, she found out which pub I used and would turn up on her own at night. I just wouldn’t get involved as she did nothing for me. Cutting a long story short she eventually went to the Police claiming I had raped her. Unfortunately for her I had more than a few alibis as to where I was at the time of the alleged rape - in fact I was having a weekend in Amsterdam with a couple of mates. The whole thing was messy and very embarrassing and she was charged with wasting police time. One good thing she never returned to work. It took a bit of getting over and that’s when I decided to join the Army and get away from home. Ross said he told Soldier he knew how he felt about being teased about the size of his cock - he had had the same trouble but hadn’t ever been stalked by a woman, although he had the feeling that one or two had dropped a few broad hints about getting him into their bed - one even suggested her husband might be as interested as her in getting me into bed. Ross said Soldier eyes seemed to light up a bit at this because he asked if Ross had ever been to bed with another man. Ross had said not as such but had slept with his mates before he was married. Soldier had asked straight out if there had been any cock fun and Ross told him that he had done what most lads do - wrestle with each other, sometimes wank themselves off or wank each other off. Soldier had said so nobody got fucked them and Ross said no. Soldier went on to ask Ross, as he was a lorry driver and got about the Country had he seen any couples or blokes fucking each other in lay-bys or places or joined in. Ross said he admitted he had seen a few things but didn’t go on to say what he had seen, but just sort of left the question hanging. Soldier said he had seen couples and blokes having sex and it turned him on - in fact he said the thought had given him a fucking great hard on right then and he stuck his torso up in the air to show Ross the bulge running down the inside of his leg. Ross said it was huge and he said to Soldier it was no wonder he was stalked if he had a cock like that on offer. Soldier asked Ross if his was as big but Ross said he didn’t think it was quite that size but big enough. Ross said the conversation went on with Soldier talking about the Army and him talking about his driving job. Before they got to Catterick Ross said he was going to pull in when he could find a lay-by for a short rest and said Soldier could wait or try and get another lift. Soldier decided to wait. Ross had a drink from his flask and a sandwich and before they left said he was having a piss. Soldier said he would join him. It was nearly dark by now and they stood on the hedge side having a piss. Ross said Soldier stood turned towards him and made no attempt to hide his cock and it was a fair size. He remarked to Soldier anyone with a cock that size should be proud. Soldier looked across to Ross and said let’s see what you’ve go then so he just turned and laid his prick across his hand and let Soldier see it. He said Soldier was well excited and asked if he could have a feel so Ross said he let it hang loose and Soldier reached across and had a feel and a squeeze then let go and put his hand back around his own cock which was by then solid, and nodding down to it said to Ross he’d have to give it some exercise before the night was out to calm it down a bit. Ross said he wasn’t sure why but the sight of that cock and Soldier gently stroking it made his rise as well and he was soon standing there with a fucking great hard on as well. Soldier suggested they put there cocks together to see who had the biggest - Ross said Soldier won. With them both standing there with a hard on Soldier said he fancied a wank did Ross want to join him and Ross said it had reminded him a bit of sessions with the lads when he was younger and had said why not. Ross said at first they wanked themselves then Soldier asked why didn’t they wank each other and had reached across to wank Ross and Ross took over on Soldier. They had finished each other off - no guilty silence after - and had set off again. Soldier said he wanked most days, sometime twice or three times a day if he could and when the chance came up liked wanking other blokes off. Ross said he admitted to Soldier he’d enjoyed his wank and it had reminded him of some of his sessions with his mates as a youth and added that if they met up again who knows, they might have a repeat session. Ross said he dropped Soldier off near Catterick and forgot all about it until several weeks later when he was travelling this time south down the A1 on a Friday evening and overtook someone he thought was Soldier thumbing a lift. He had pulled in when he could, jumped out and waited for the hitch hiker sprinting down the road towards him. It was ‘Soldier’. His name turned out to be Richard - everyone called him ‘Rich’ Ross said Rich greeted him like a long lost mate - shook hands and said nice to see him again. He was heading home for the Doncaster area. Ross said he told him good news and bad news - he was welcome to a lift but he would only be going so far because his driving hours would be up and would probably get as far as Wetherby or Ferrybridge. Rich said no problem. Ross had opened the passenger door, Rich threw his bag up and started to climb in. Ross said almost automatically he put his hand on Rich’s backside to help him, something he often did if it was someone not used to getting in and out of trucks. Rich had look back and grinned and said to Ross he’d enjoyed that, could he jump down and do it again. Ross said he just teased back, said ‘fuck off’ and Rich climbed into the cab. Ross went round to the driver’s side, and climbed in. As they moved off he asked Rich how things were and they had talked about what they had both been up to since they had met before. Rich wanted to know if Ross had seen any more couples or blokes having a good fuck but he said he hadn’t and asked Rich how his sex life had been. Rich said nothing special and with another grin added he’d thought it was about to improve earlier when a lorry driver had felt his ass! Ross said he’d laughed and admitted to Rich that he thought he’d got a nice ass - and in those tight jeans he was wearing he showed it off well, not to mention that oversized cock of his which was bulging down his inside leg! Rich said he liked tight gear and that it helped when hitch-hiking at times. Ross asked how. Rich said he had been picked up a few times by motorists who showed a great interest in what he had between his legs: he had just laughed it off with some but had played around with one or two and another lorry driver who had picked him up a few weeks earlier had fucked him. Ross said he didn’t ask for details and it was all something new to him but at the time he said he felt a bit turned on by it and even got a hard on as they drove along but said nothing. As they had driven south they had gone into a storm and some very heavy rain and when they got down to Wetherby he was running out of driving time, it was then dark and he said to Rich that he had to pull in for the night before long and was heading for a quiet lay-by he knew in a side road just a couple of hundred yards off the A1. When they got to the lay-by and Ross parked up it was still raining heavily and he said Rich could stay in the cab for a bit to see if the rain stopped, or look for another lift - as he pleased. He wouldn’t be getting his head down for an hour or so. Rich looked out and said if Ross didn’t mind he would hang on a bit. Ross said if anything the rain got worse and he couldn’t turn Rich out as it was. He had got a cab with twin bunks because sometimes they ran with a double crew so he said he’d clear the spare bunk and Rich was welcome to stay the night. Rich said he was up for that, there was nothing spoiling at home except his Mum might be worried why he hadn’t turned up. Ross said there was a phone box at the far end of the lay-by which he had used before if Rich wanted to ring his Mum and he thought that was a good idea and shot off and rang her - coming back pretty wet and glad he hadn’t got to try getting a lift in that rain. Ross said whilst Rich was at the phone he cleared the spare bunk, found the spare blanket and when Rich returned everything was ready to settle down for the night. Ross said last job before getting down for the night was to have a piss and jumped down and went round to the passenger side to have one, Rich joined him and stood there as last time half facing him. When they had finished Rich went to climb in and Ross said there was that ass again, in those tight pale blue, wet jeans and just for devilment he grabbed Rich’s ass and pinched it. Rich had said ‘cheeky, if you want some more get up here in the dry’ Ross said when he got in Rich had jumped onto the bottom bunk, was lying there with his legs open and stroking his cock and said ‘now look what you’ve done’ showing a great hard on. Ross said there was just something relaxed about Rich, he was down to earth and honest and he liked his company and had no conscience about jumping onto the bunk, grabbing Rich’s cock and stroking it. Ross said it turned into a bit of a wrestle as he got Rich turned on his side and started to play with his ass. Rich had responded by grabbing Ross’s cock and starting to undo Ross’s belt and jeans to get his cock out. Ross said he got real turned on by all this and was stripping Rich as they wrestled, tee shirt first, then jeans and pants and it wasn’t long before they were both stripped. Ross said just for a few seconds the wrestling stopped and Rich looked up and had asked if he could give Ross’s cock a suck. Ross said he was up for it and Rich went down on him. It had really turned him on even more and he got himself so that he could play with Rich’s cock and reach up between his legs and play with his ass. Rich had become almost entranced at having his ass played with and after a while came up off Ross’s cock and asked if Ross would like to fuck him. Ross said there was no turning back - that had been new and a real turn on. Rich had reached up and found his jacket and got a packet of condoms out of the pocket. Good job I buy large size he had said as he opened the packet and carefully and slowly slipped on onto Ross’s cock. He turned with his back on the edge of the bunk and raised his legs. Ross said he could hardly hold back. Rich just said take it slowly mate I haven’t tried one quite a big as yours before but ‘slowly’ wasn’t easy Ross said as he was so rampant. He started by rubbing his cock up and down the slit of Rich’s ass which made Rich squirm for more, then he gently pointed the knob end into Rich and gave a few slow pelvic thrusts going in a couple of inches then out, then in a bit more and out, then a bit more and with Rich now groaning beneath him and saying something like ‘fucking hell mate, let me have it’ he came almost out again and then with one big thrust send his whole thick eleven or so inches right up Rich until his bollocks were banging against Rich’s and with a dozen or so full length strokes in and out he shot his load. When they separated Rich had shot his load up his chest, over his face and onto the back of the bunk. Ross said Rich broke the silence and asked Ross if he was OK. Ross said he was. Ross said Rich said he only asked because he thought it might have been my first time and hoped he didn’t feel bad about it. Ross said he didn’t feel bad about it at all, quite the opposite. They tidied up the bunks then after a while settled down for the night. Ross said it was early next morning when he woke up and could hear a familiar noise from the bunk above him. Rich was having a wank. Ross said he listened for a while then stirred himself and the noise stopped.: he sat up on the edge of his bunk and looked up at Rich. Ross said Rich looked a bit red in the face and he grinned at him and said ‘bit of a waste doing that on you own isn’t it! Rich said he was still horny from the night before and trying to cool off a bit. Ross said he told Rich they might as well cool off together and with that Rich was down with him, cock solid and his lips straight down on Ross’s cock which was rising rapidly. Rich sucked him till he was nearly coming off then handed him another condom. He slipped it on himself and gave Rich another good fuck. .. and that was how he had started. He had seen Rich two or three more times and each time he had spent the night in the cab with him. Then he said he was being posted to Germany and he hadn’t seen him after that. So our reminisces ended: for probably the first time we had each ‘confessed’ to what we thought had been the turning point in our life. What else did life hold in store? | ||
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Construction Work Part 13 So it was that Ross turned up just before 5pm on Sunday. I had done the traditional thing - Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding and apple crumble and ice cream to follow and a couple of bottles of lager to go with it. By the time everything was cleared up it was after 8pm and we decided to round the week-end off with another couple of pints in the local pub. There was a good crowd in that night and we ended up back at my place about 11pm feeling more than merry. With work looming the next morning we settled on coffee with the sandwiches - using the beef left from earlier. Ross was in a sort of sentimental mood and we got round to talking about our childhood and youth and how things were now and events over the weekend just coming to an end. ‘Can I ask a personal question? said Ross. ‘Fire ahead’ I said. ‘How did you start off with other blokes?’ I told him that like most teenagers I used to wrestle and play about with my mates, the usual cock grabbing stuff and a wank now and then. Gradually the gang split up as everyone got girl friends and even married but one lad in particular, although he got married, still liked to call round to my place whenever he could and it usually ended up with a session on the bed wanking each other off. At about 20 I moved to work away and on the occasions I went back to visit the folks and saw this mate it was just for a chat and a pint. I was about 22 and remember on a particularly wet Saturday, with nothing much to do I had gone to the Cinema. I got a ticket and before going to a seat went to the toilet for a piss. I had just started to piss when someone else came in a stood a couple of stalls away. I remember he asked if it was still raining and I told him it was tipping it down. He had said it was a fucking nuisance as he had been rained off work and being on piece time would not be paid. I asked what he did and he said he worked on the Docks and looking across I could see he still had his overalls on and his bag with flask and sandwich tin in it handing from his shoulder. He was mid to late twenties and was having a good piss but just standing there with his hands in his pockets and his cock on full display. I finished first and took my time shaking off the spots whilst watching but began to feel a hard coming on and started to put mine away. The Docker had looked down and told me to be sure to shake it dry, nothing worse than a dribble he said, adding that too many shakes and it became a wank. By then he was shaking his and seemed to keep shaking well after the last spot had dropped off. He could see I was watching and said something that there was nothing wrong with a wank anyway and he had a least one a day and sometimes more. I told him I did as well. He asked when I had had the last so I told him the night before. He asked where and I told him in bed. Then he asked if I’d been on my own and I said yes. He went on to say he usually had his in bed and usually on his own but not always. By now I could no longer hide the fact that I was getting a great hard on and the Docker was as well. I remember he looked at me and said something like it looked as though I was like him, well overdue for a wank and just at the point we heard the outer door to the toilets opening and someone came in. We had both zipped up and walked out together. On the way out the Docker asked where I was sitting and I said I had only just come in so he said to go and sit with him then and led off to a quiet space near the front. We had sat there watching the film and making the odd comment. We had settled well down and our legs were rubbing each other. He had put his hand on his leg so that his fingers were just nudging my leg and after a while he had his fingers resting on my leg. I had still been feeling randy from the conversation in the toilet and when he started to move his hand across towards my cock it shot up to full length. Eventually his hand reached my cock and gave it a few gently squeezes and whispered that he was definitely well overdue for a wank. He caught hold of my hand and pulled it across onto his lap. He had already got his cock out of his overalls and it was solid and throbbing. He had put my hand on it and asked me to wank it for him He was well above average and I was happy to oblige. He put his hand back across on my lap and gently pulled my zip down, put his hand in and slipped my cock out and started to wank at mine. After doing this for quite a while, stopping now and then because we were on the verge of coming off he asked if I had ever been sucked off by a bloke. I told him I hadn’t and he asked if I would like to be sucked off by him. I was well worked up by then and ‘no’ wasn’t a word I knew! He said when the interval came he would leave as though he was going but would go back to the toilets and sit in the right hand end WC. When the interval was over I should go to the toilet and push the WC door and if all was clear go in and join him and that’s what happened. When I got to the toilet he was sitting on the seat having a slow wank and as I went in he stood up to make room and we locked the door. He sat down again with me stood in front of him and he had go my cock out and tongued it, licked it then gradually moved his lips over my knob and slowly down the full shaft until he had the full length down his throat. I had automatically started to do the fuck action into his mouth and this really turned him on and in no time I was ready to come off: he nodded for me to keep going and I shot a huge load down his throat. We had separated slowly and he had stood up alongside me and turned facing the toilet and asked me to finish him off and I gave him a few shakes and he shot a massive load into the toilet. Afterwards we had arranged to meet the following Saturday and he turned up from work again and this time had somewhere to go which was a Mate’s place and we had a threesome. I saw him and his mate a few times then the job I was on finished and I moved to another contract. ‘So’ I said to Ross ‘that’s how things started from me. What about you? His story next time. | ||
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Construction Work Part 12 During a Friday evening session in the Pub Ross’s wife announced that she was going off to their Daughter’s to look after things. The Daughter was about to give birth to her second child. Ross gave me a little wink: ‘while the cat’s away the mouse will play’ was written all over his face! She left a few days later and Ross lost no time in coming around and suggesting we had a week-end with a difference. He had heard a lot of stories about Saunas and wanted to give it a try. So it was that the following Saturday afternoon we took a bus into the City Centre. First stop was one of the bars which was popular with the gay crowd where we had a pint before setting off to the Sauna. We both recognised some of the lads we had met around the lanes and got into conversation with one of them who told us that Saturday afternoon was said to be good at the Sauna - many of the lads told their wives they were going to football he said, but in fact they slipped off for something else!! It was about 2.30pm when we arrived and hit our first problem: rules said ‘Members only’: we could apply for membership but it would not be approved for 48hrs. It seemed that our plans had come unstuck. While the discussion was going on with the receptionist one or two others had arrived and were queuing to enter. We were about to leave, and forget it, when a voice from the queue said ‘It’s OK Will. I’ll sign them in as Guests’ Our day had been saved by none other than Rob the Builder with the Motorbike. We were soon in possession of a robe, a couple of towels and a locker key and heading for the fun and games. Neither of us had seen Rob for a while. We didn’t ask too many questions at first because he had someone with him however, it turned out that his mate was the Plumber, who he introduced as Jeff, who worked with him from time to time and who he had told me about at our first meeting many months before. Jeff had most of what it takes to be popular and judging by some of the looks he got he was popular. After a bit of chat and a cup of coffee Jeff wondered off on his own and Rob suggested we try the ‘dark room’ for starters. The ‘dark room’ was a steam room and was quite busy when we got there. We left our robes and towels on hooks outside and wondered in. As the eyes became accustomed to the light it soon showed that some lads had already clicked. Ross’s eyes were almost out on stalks. ‘Fucking hell’ he said ‘didn’t think it would be as out in the open.’ ‘Relax’ I said ‘take it as it comes’ Looking down Ross had already got a massive hard on and looking around it was obvious that he had already become a big centre of attention - not surprising with the cock he had got! Rob broke the ice and started to play with Ross’s cock. In no time a little crowd formed watching and hands were reaching out to play with Ross’s prick and to make sure it was real!! Rob went down and gave me a suck, then stood up and stood back gesturing for anyone else who wanted to, to have a go. There were no shortage of takers. There were some cubicles outside with beds for resting. Some were already occupied. Whilst Ross was being ‘entertained’ Rob came and joined me and we set to with our own entertainment. After a short while Rob nodded to me to follow him, then touched Ross on the shoulder and nodded from him to follow as well. He led off into the corridor and found an empty cubicle and we followed him in - followed by a few onlookers who crowded around the door expectantly. Rob led me down onto the bed and lay across me giving a great BJ. His backside was raised up and Ross wasted no time in getting stuck up him. Rob shuddered as Ross went full in with his first thrust - but it wasn’t the first time with Ross so he knew what was coming. Comments and gasps from the crowd suggested that they didn’t know how Rob could manage such a cock and at least two of the crowd pushed forward in a ‘me next’ fashion. Ross wasn’t going to miss out on all these offers but sensibly refused anyone looking for bareback. He must have gone through half a dozen condoms during the next hour! During the session in the cubicle Jeff the Plumber appeared in the crowd. At that point I wasn’t sure if Ross or I had every been mentioned to him by Rob. He was certainly fascinated by Ross’s cock and had a play with it but his favourite occupation seemed to be the same as Ross - he was more into giving than taking. Eventually even Ross’s stamina seemed to be getting tired and the crowd dispersed and we all headed back to the Cafeteria. Rob was curious to know why we hadn’t been to the Sauna before. We explained. Jeff had heard about Ross and said he had seen me in one or two places but I had to admit I didn’t remember having seen him. After another coffee we visited the steam room again but as some of the ‘footballing’ husbands were starting to leave it was getting quiet. Rob said it would be pretty empty until probably midnight when people came back from the bars - and how about we went of and had a pint ourselves. The idea was a good one and all four of us set off back to the City Centre pubs. Rob suggested a different one to the one Ross and I had tried earlier on our own - more of a working lads pub he said. We got there about 6.30pm. Both Ross and I hadn’t eaten for a while and as there was food available we invited Rob and Jeff to eat with us as thanks for getting us into the Sauna. They said it wasn’t necessary but we said we thought it was and persuaded them to eat with us. The meal was great and washed down with at least a couple of pints each and so it was, that at about 9pm we were refreshed and ready for a night on the town. The pub was now busy and some nice talent on show. Not only that we were getting a bit of attention from one or two. Ross was followed to the toilet a couple of times and came back looking pleased with himself and I had the same treat on one occasion. As we had got some seats and were enjoying ourselves we decided to stay where we were and so it was, that come 11pm (the bad old days when Pubs Closed at 11pm) we had to think about drinking up and what we did next. Some of Rob’s mates had joined us by now and when the suggestion was made that we headed for one of the Gay Clubs there were no arguments. About eight of us set off and once again Rob signed Ross and me in as Guests. More complimentary pints and a few inches of cock were to follow as a reward. It was around 3.30 when Ross and I were dropped off at home by a taxi. I invited Ross in for a nightcap but he said he had better go and check all was OK at home. As his wife was still away however he did accept the invite to have a Sunday lunch - rescheduled for 5pm when we were to learn a bit more about each other. | ||
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Construction Work Part 11 Not previously posted It was sometime around midday on a Wednesday that I was returning to the Site after visiting another nearby job. With a bit of time to spare I decided to visit the Toilets near to the Docks Entrance which had been successful in the past. The entrance was such that when inside you had early warning of any new arrivals. There was a urinal and one WC on one wall and two WC's and a wash room on the other wall. The WC's faced each other. Almost as expected the two adjoining WC's were occupied so I went into the single WC facing them. The joined WC's had a decent sized glory hole between them and good glory holes in their doors at just the right height and were popular: there was also a good nine inch gap under the walls. The single WC just had a smallish spy hole in the door but that was better than nothing. I had a look under my door across to the other WC's. A pair of boots facing the wall and legs close to it told me that the owner of both was making use of the glory hole and the movements of the Guy next door clearly showed he was giving his neighbour some good head. After a while they changed over. My view was interrupted by the sound of a new arrival and I sat up so as not to be seen looking under the door. A look through my spy hole showed the newcomer had positioned himself outside the WC's and was obviously waiting for a vacancy however, he was not standing still and was making every effort to look through the large glory holes in the doors becoming rapidly brave and bending right down to look through. It was then that I had my first surprise only to be followed almost immediately by a second surprise as a squeak gave notice of a door being slowly opened and then in it appeared a young Guy, solid cock in hand, wearing overalls with the same Company Logo as mine!! I didn't recognise him but there were several hundred of us on the Contract which was spread out over three miles of works. He nodded at the newcomer and it seemed as though they may have met before: the newcomer went straight to him and took over his wank. The spectacle got even more erotic as the other WC door slowly opened and in that appeared a Guy who I had seen a few time before - a Docker who was a regular visitor there. He had cock out and was wanking and reached across to the newcomer, firmly pulled his zip down and removed the solid cock from within. Newcomer was nicely sized as well and reached across to the Docker ending up with a cock in each hand. My workmate was obviously so excited he rapidly disappeared back into the lock-up but with the door open could be seen shooting a hefty load into the toilet. He buttoned up, gave the remaining two a silent thumbs up and was gone. Docker and newcomer continued to wank at each other, Docker even bending down to give newcomer a quick suck but then he was rushing back into the cubicle and shooting his load down the basin. The Newcomer watched. Docker also buttoned up, patted the Newcomer on the back and left. Newcomer went into one of the empty WC's obviously waiting for further fun. I took the opportunity to make a quick exit. There propped up outside the door was a Butcher's delivery bicycle. Newcomer was indeed who I thought it was, none other than Tom my neighbour 'friend'. As a Butcher's boy he had certainly had a couple of good pieces of meat in his hand in the past few minutes and had a decent piece of meat himself. I made off round the corner to where the van was parked and almost collided with Docker who had just left a chippie. 'How you doing?' he asked, and before I could reply said 'you been in across the road?' 'No' I lied, 'I'm a bit short on time. Have I missed something?' He was to tell me there was a young Butchers lad in there who liked a bit of fun. Often there about this time of day he told me. 'I'll have to look out for him' I responded, doubting at this stage if I would. Sometimes in life things seem a bit to close to home and this was one of them. Many a wank for the next few weeks had me fantasising about having joined in that happy threesome and even about a one-to-one with Tom but as yet the time was not ripe, if every it was going to be. Tom however was still to be part and parcel of events for some time to come. | ||
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Construction Work. Part 10 As often happened on a Saturday night Ross was knocking on my door early intent on a few pints and this Saturday was no exception. This was the day after the arrival of the Video and clearly Ross was keen for a viewing before he had to return it to his mate. ‘We’ll have a couple and come back if that’s OK’ he said. There was a good crowd in the bar that night and we had more than a couple - probably twice as many - and headed towards home and his video well after 10pm. I put the tape on and said I would keep watch from the kitchen whilst a did a few sandwiches to soak up the beer. The first film was crap - girl meets man, girl is a bimbo, man is like a puppet, puppet fucks bimbo you could almost see the strings move between the overacting, the groans and the grunts. Ross thought if that was all his mate could come up with he needn’t bother. Film two wasn’t much better. Two bimbos met one puppet. Bimbos seemed more interested in each other than in puppet so bimbo’s had it off then had a little play with puppet before sending him off. Bit like a praying mantis I thought. We wound that one on!! The sandwiches were finished but there were still a few cans left. As film three started we were not expecting much and almost ready to call it a day. Scene is set for gang of lads waving farewell to families as they set off for a TA exercise. Shots of them on exercise. At least some decent talent to look at. Night falls. Four lads settle down in their tent. Some piss taking - ‘who do you reckon is fucking your Misses?’ ‘If you’re going to have a wank don’t point that fucking weapon of yours in my direction’ ‘At least I’ve got a prick big enough to catch hold of!’ one of the lads grabs him ‘you’ve got a fucking hard on already’ he teases. ‘Yes, mate, and the nearest place to shove it right now is your ass!’ Things settle down a bit. One of the other lads asks ‘is it true then mate that your Misses can’t take what you’ve got?’ ‘No’ he replies ‘she manages but can’t cope with a blow-job, says it makes her choke.’ Another voice ‘how fucking big is this prick of yours then?’ ‘You never fucking seen it then? Show him ‘Donkey’ ‘Donkey’ obviously proud of his cock flips it out of his cameos, solid as a rock and pushes up his buttocks to make it look even more erect. The lad who asked the question reaches over almost by instinct it seems and puts his hand around what looks like a champion sized tool. He massages it up and down a couple of times and is clearly aroused himself. ‘I thought I was lucky’ he said ‘but I can’t match that’ ‘What you got then?’ asks ‘Donkey’ reaching over. His admirer leans back to let ‘Donkey’ have a good feel. ‘Donkey’ seems quite impressed. ‘Nice one’ he says ‘what about you other Guys? Come on then let’s see what you’ve got’ No one seems embarrassed and the other two happily flash their cocks. Everyone has a play with everyone else then someone asks if anyone as ever sucked someone else’s cock. One admits he has. ‘How much of Donkey’s could you get down your throat then? asks somebody. ‘Fuck knows! he says ‘it’s some challenge that.’ They all egg him on: ‘Donkey’ is particularly keen for him to try. The volunteer moves across. He starts by handling ‘Donkey’s’ full, thick, solid shaft and eyeing it up. The camera shows his own solid prick bursting at the seams. He flicks his tongue on the lower shaft of Donkey’s cock and slowly slides it up and down, eventually taking it across his knob end and then bringing his lips down and around the knob itself. The camera shows someone else gently prising the volunteers cock out from his open flies and beginning to stroke it. Volunteer in the meantime is gradually taking Donkey inch by inch into his mouth and down his throat. The lad who was playing with ‘Volunteer’ is now giving him a blow job. ‘Donkey’ himself looks at the other Guy who is lying back wanking, and reaches across and takes over with the wank. Gradually he reaches further down between his legs and starts to play with his ass. Some hidden chemistry it seems as the ass seems to invite ‘Donkey’s’ cock. Donkey pulls gently away from Volunteers mouth and in a sort of slow motion they are all stripping off their cameos and tee-shirts, Donkey is giving the Guy with the willing ass all the fore-play there is: he’s playing with his nipples, tonguing his nipples, his hand and moving down over the waist, his tongue is following, he gets to the waiting ass and his fingers start to easy the muscles and open it wide: his tongue give a few little flicks and ‘ass’ is ready for the next stage. ‘Donkey’ slides his body gently and fully up to ‘Ass’ his hands up the waist back towards the nipples, then one hand back down and onto his own rampant prick which now looks even bigger and slowly he guides it onto the waiting ass and begins to push it slowly and firmly in. The Ass is relaxed. He is enjoying it. Six or seven inches move in and out and he is lifting his ass up and down to meet the motion. ‘Donkey’ is getting into real top form now: he is pushing more in and the thrust in and out are becoming faster. The Ass is keeping up. Donkey must have got a good ten inches in when ass began to feel the strain. ‘Fucking hell, mate’ he was saying ‘fucking hell’, ‘you bastard’ ,’fucking hell’ and Donkey was letting him have it hard and fast. By now the other two were moving to join in. One of them got in front of ‘Ass’ and was pushing his cock into ‘Ass’s’ mouth and the remaining lad had gone down on him. I was so transfixed as the camera kept changing from one angle to the next, as ‘Donkey’ took on another ass and someone got stuck up him as well. With everything happening on the screen I had forgotten for a minute or two that there was someone else in the room. Usually I had watched films like this myself. I glanced across to Ross who was on my left but slightly behind me. He was more glued to the screen than me, he was resting back on his seat, and the biggest surprise of all, he had is cock out, it was as solid as anything we had seen from ‘Donkey’ and he was having a good hard wank. He saw me looking, didn’t seem in the least bothered, just pulled his face in a sort of way that said ‘wish I was fucking there’ and kept going. I was just as rampant and my prick was on the point of bursting out from my jeans but something said ‘wait’ The film came to a mighty climax, all four lads shooting loads in all directions, with ‘Ass’ getting a lot of it down the cheeks of his backside. I waited a few seconds and looked over at Ross. He still had his cock out, it was still solid, but the tempo was less. He hadn’t come off. We had both had more than a few drinks and probably a bit bolder with each other than usual. ‘Fucking hell’ said Ross ‘that made up for the first two lots of crap…brought a few memories back as well’ ‘How’s that?’ I asked, but had an idea what the answer was going to be. ‘You were in the Army weren’t you?’ he said ‘didn’t you get the odd blow-job or screw one of the lads when there was nothing else about?’ ‘Let’s put it this way’ I said ‘the next fuck I have with another bloke won’t be the first and the next bloke I have a blowjob with won’t be the first either’ ‘Thank fuck for that’ he said ‘didn’t want to think it was only me who fancied a bit of the other now and then!’ I handed him another can. He opened it and took a swig. ‘Can I ask a personal question?, he said. ‘Fire away’ I replied. ‘Your remember that lad Craig, the one who was killed on the Motorway?’ ‘Yes’ I said, suddenly remembering the past ‘well he stayed with you that night we met in the pub’ Ross continued. ‘Yes?’ I said, ‘Well’ said Ross ‘did you ever fuck him?’ ‘Yes mate. I did. I made a bed up for him, he went to his room, got undressed then went to the toilet and on the way back came into my room chatting again. One thing let to another and he stayed the night in my bed. I fucked him again the next day in his caravan before he set off home’ ‘Did he say he had met me before that night in the pub? asked Ross. ‘No’ I said. ‘He was a good lad’ said Ross. ‘When we met in the Pub he recognised me and I recognised him. I’d met him before. I’d called at the site where you work to deliver coal to one of the Mobile Homes and had gone into the Site Toilets for a piss. He came in and stood next to me and we got talking. He got a hard on and so did I. We couldn’t do much there so I asked him if had got an hour spare if he wanted to come with me somewhere. He jumped at the idea and I took him up to some woods I know. He was a great fuck. If you remember we went to the toilet together in the Pub. He gave me a quick blow-job in there. I asked him if you had fucked him but he said ‘no’ it was the first time you had been drinking together and it was only by chance that night because the pub near the site was full of idiots and you’d brought down to your local instead.’ Things came back to me. The second lad I had seen with Ross….someone a bit older this time I recalled thinking - maybe mid to late twenties who was stripped to the waist with good slim figure, couple of tattoos on one arm - in working gear - heavy boots, very tight pale blue jeans and carrying a tee shirt. It had been Craig. Not sure if it was the beer talking but I threw caution to the wind. ‘Ross. Mate‘. I said, ‘I’m going to tell you something now. That day you took Craig up to that lay-by I saw you - I didn’t know Craig then and till just I didn’t know it was him with you.’ I told him the full story, how by chance one day I had seen him with Rob the Builder with the motorbike and had had the urge to watch him fucking Rob but although I had parked up nearby several times had never managed to see them there again - but had seen him there that day with Craig. ‘Ah! Rob! now there‘s another good fuck‘ said Ross. ‘I know’ I said ‘I’ve fucked him a few time myself. ‘Fucking hell’ said Ross ‘it’s a small fucking world isn’t it.? ‘Sure is’ I said, ‘I’ve also managed to have a few sessions with Cliff the young roofing lad who keeps look-out for you some time.’ ‘You bastard you’ he said enviously ‘I’ve wanted to fuck him for months but he won’t take it.’ ‘No, I know‘ I said, ‘he says yours is too big.’ ‘Fuck off’ said Ross, who was still stroking his cock, ‘mine’s no monster’ ‘It is where I’m looking from’ I said. ‘Bollocks’ he said ‘anyway, what have you got?’ ‘Nothing like that’ I said, nodding at his, and at the same time slipping my own out and letting him see for himself. He reached over and took it in his hand, ‘nice one’ he said ‘I’d be proud of it if it was mine.’ ‘I’d be proud of that if it was mine’ I said, nodding at his cock again and this time reaching across and taking the full shaft in my hand. Ross didn’t seem to mind, and started to gently wank my cock. ‘Bit of a waste wanking yourself’ he said, ‘can do that any day’ and carried on playing with mine, ‘might as well share it around a bit’ I took the hint and started to give him a decent pull and we soon got into a good rhythm. ‘So, how often do you see these lads then?’ Ross asked. ‘Nothing arranged’ I told him, ‘sometime see them if I have a ride round after work.’ He started to tell me about his sessions with Rob and got really rampant again and before long he was ready to come off. We came within a few seconds of each other, successfully hitting the newspaper I had grabbed instead of spraying the carpet. When we got our breath back and straightened up I was a bit apprehensive - had I just ruined a good friendship. I wasn’t quite sure what to do next or what to say. Something ‘neutral’ seemed to be called for. ‘Fancy another beer?’ I asked him. ‘Yes, why not’ he said ‘the night’s young: let’s watch them Army lads fuck each other again and think about getting Rob and Cliff here to join us in a repeat.’ Clearly I hadn’t lost a pal: Quite the opposite, I’d gained a mate with a common purpose. All it needed now was Rob and Cliff to complete the story but that was obviously a hope for the future and in the meantime I was having to work around Tom who seemed to be asking for more than I could offer and who, it seems, noted the comings and goings at my house!! | ||
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Construction Work. Part 9 After the rain soaked Saturday morning when things had been better than expected life became a bit of a drag. I did some shopping, returned home, had a good clean round and was just settling down for a quiet nap when there was a knock on the back door. It was Tom the Butcher who had just finished work and handed me a carrier which on inspection contained a couple of very tasty steaks. 'How much do I owe you?' I asked. 'On me' he said, 'I never repaid you for the favour with the Copper.' 'Cheers' I said, and asked if he fancied a drink - even a beer if he preferred it. He did and we sat back with a bottle each. I asked him what he had planned for later as it was Saturday and he said he hadn't. His mate was away and he had an away match the next day and an early start. I had heard him mention a mate before but never much information so now seemed the time to lead the conversation in that direction. His mate it seemed was much older than him and drove a stock lorry transporting cattle and sheep to markets all over the Country. 'Is he local?' I asked and Tom said he lived the other side of Town: he had met him two or three years ago when he was thumbing a lift back from a Football match he had been to see and had been away with him in the Stock lorry several times before he got a full-time job and now only went at weekends or on his day off. His mate he told me, was a good laugh - doesn't treat me like a kid like my Dad does he added. Something he had complimented me on previously. I asked where he had been and was surprised at some of the places. 'Must have taken a day or two to do some of them' I commented. He said they had and they had stayed in the Cab, sometime in Lodgings and his Mate's Firm paid the bill. 'Doesn't your mate ever want to take his own kids with him?' I asked. 'No' he said 'his mate hadn't got any kids and like him lived at home with his Mum and Dad. I decided I had asked enough questions and didn't want to appear to inquisitive but little snippets of information were beginning to form a bigger picture and thought I would change the subject but before I could Tom sort of turned the tables and asked if I had any kids. I said I hadn't and lived on my own, adding that sometimes a workmate or two stayed overnight especially if we had had a few drinks. He'd seen my mates coming across from the pub with me he said. I've seen the Coalman from around the corner as well, he said. "That's Ross' I told him 'he was the first person I got talking to when I moved here and we have stayed mates' 'He seems like a decent bloke' said Tom. 'He is' I replied and his wife is nice as well - he let's her come to the pub on a Friday and says a Woman's place is at home but she is allowed one night out!' 'More than my Dad allows' said Tom, then he's a bully anyway. By now Tom was lying back in his chair with his legs spread out in front and there was no missing the bulge of a tidy sized cock which lay down his left leg. Whether or not he caught sight of my quick look I wasn't sure but his next move was to put a hand between his legs, give his cock a squeeze and let go again. I made no signs of having seen his move but once again I was sure he was hoping for something which I was just not able to offer at that stage. It must have been a month later when I arrived home to find a package had been put through the letterbox. Inside was a video and a note from Ross saying ‘see you later’ Obviously he had got another offering from his mate and wanted to use my video again. I recalled the last session. One of the items had got Ross well worked up. Perhaps there would be a repeat. That night he arrived in the pub but with wife in tow. It was a Friday and ‘her night out!’ Out of hearing at the bar he asked if I’d found the tape. He’d see me over the weekend. | ||
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Construction Work Part 8 In the last update I had spent an eventful time with Cliff the Roofer sheltering from a thunderstorm in the shelter of a local Cemetery and ended where we were heading back to the road and my vehicle. When we go to the place where I had parked there were a couple of other vehicles there and also a motor bike. This was the nearest parking point to another toilet block and Cliff and I looked at each other and remarked that it looked as though things had livened up a bit since we had looked in there earlier. I was on the point of suggesting that we should go and have a look when the Owner of the motor bike appeared coming in our direction down the pavement from the toilets. When he got nearer I recognised him as Rob who I had met there, and fucked that dark night some months previously - the lad who had first confirmed that my mate Ross the coal delivery driver was into cock fun. He recognised me and Cliff and as he got to us said ‘OK then lads. You two know each other then?’ I told him we had met a few months earlier and had seen each other again this morning and sheltered in the Cemetery during the thunderstorm. ‘What, in the toilet?’ he asked. We told him in the shelter by the Stonemason’s hut. ‘So you two know each other as well then’ I remarked, referring to Rob and Cliff. Rob explained that Cliff had kept a look out for him once or twice up in the toilets he had just left and went on to say it was usually middle of the day when he was on a dinner break and came around to look for the coal delivery driver. ‘Have you seen the coalman fucking Rob then?’ I asked Cliff. He nodded and added he keeps wanting to fuck me as well but I couldn’t take a cock the size of his. Rob gave Cliff a friendly punch on the shoulder and said ‘you’ve not got much room to talk about Ross’s cock, yours is no tiddler!’ Cliff looked pleased with the compliment. Rob continued ‘I keep telling you I wouldn’t mind taking yours any day.’ ‘You should have been down in the shelter with us’ I told Rob, you might have had your chance: anyway? ‘ I asked, changing the subject and nodding up towards the toilet, ‘anything doing up there?’ ‘Not a lot’ he said ‘a couple of men who I’ve seen a few times but they don’t do anything for me so I’ve left them to it. Where you two going now then?’ asked Rob. ‘Well I was about to head for home’ I told him, ‘don’t know about my mate here.’ Cliff said he was also heading for home. During the last couple of minutes the rain had started again and was now getting heavy. There was suddenly one great flash of lightning and equally violent crack of thunder. Fortunately at that time the vehicle I was using was a pick-up truck with a crew cab. ‘Better get in lads’ I said ‘before we drown.’ I opened the door and whilst they climbed in I lifted Cliff’s cycle off the roadside into the back of the pick-up then joined them in the cab. Rob of course was well rampant. He’d come looking for some cock and not yet found it. Cliff and myself had already had a couple of good sessions so it was Rob who lead off for something more. Inside the cab, with the rain hammering down and the windows steamed up no one could see in - even if there was anyone about in the storm that was raging. Rob’s opening shot was to have a feel at Cliff’s cock and ask when he was going to have it up him. Cliff hadn’t really gone in that direction as yet but didn’t seem totally against the idea although perhaps not yet was the feeling I got. For all that, with Rob continuing to massage Cliff’s cock it was soon hard and Rob wasted no time in dropping Cliff’s zip and getting his monster out then going down on his knees and taking it slowly and gently into him mouth at first wanking it then gradually taking over to sucking it. Cliff was getting well worked up again for the third time that morning and the sight of his cock being expertly used by Rob gave me yet another whacking great hard so much so that I got it out and started wanking myself off. Cliff saw me and as wanking other men’s cocks was still probably his favourite pastime he reached across and took over. I managed to wriggle around so that while Cliff wanked me I could play with Rob then after a while I went down and gave first Rob a good suck, then moved up and took over on Cliff who was still on the seat with his legs apart and stretched out. Rob wasted no time and went down on me and Cliff took over wanking Rob. I remember there were a few moves back and forth before we were all well on the verge of coming off: Cliff was the first and Rob managed to get his full load down his throat then he moved across to me and repeated the trick. I was well carried away by now but remember thinking what a shame for Rob who still hadn’t managed to shoot his load, but no sooner did I have the thought than he did - without anyone even touching his cock. When he’d got his breath back his comment was ‘now that was fucking good lads. Cheers! With the storm still going on outside we sat there for a while exchanging chat about things we had done in the past. The rain eased eventually and Rob said he would be on his way but before he left Cliff said ‘I’m going to meet Mick (that’s me) for a pint one night soon why don’t you join us?’ Rob thought is was a good idea but couldn’t make anything definite but asked which pub and Cliff told him. Cliff was still soaking wet from our earlier session so I said we’d leave his bike on the pick-up and I’d take him home. He directed me a short distance and I dropped him off at the end of his road. He cycled off saying he’d see me soon. As I drove home it suddenly struck me - suppose both Rob and Cliff turned up in the pub and Ross was there the same night! He knew them both: he’d fucked Rob more than a few times, occasionally with Cliff on look-out and wanted to fuck Cliff as well. It would be interesting to say the least!! Little did I know then what was going to happen in the future with a few added ingredients thrown in. | ||
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Construction Work Part 7 It was Spring before the memories of Craig's tragic death began to fade a little. Just occasionally, as I passed the section where Craig worked I used to think about him - and sometimes about the shit of a brother he had! One Saturday morning I was driving passed the toilet where I had first met Rob - and later Cliff the Scaffolder - and some urge made me drive into the nearby lay-by. I pulled up, switched the engine off but sat their undecided on whether or not I really wanted to look for some cock. Whilst I was sat pondering someone rode past on a bicycle and looking in the mirror I felt sure it was Cliff the Scaffolder. That settled the internal argument. I got out, locked up and walked back to the toilets. When I got there it was empty. Not a sign of anyone. I waited a couple of minutes and decided to go. As I climbed the three steps to go out Cliff appeared in the entrance with his bike. He recognised me. ‘How you doing mate?’ he asked ‘Long time no see.’ ‘Alright mate’ I said ‘ not been about much for a while. How’s things with you?’ ‘Fucking quiet’ he said. ‘I’ve just had a look in here and across in the Park’ ‘No one in here’ I said ‘Do you know the toilets in the Cemetery? he asked. ‘No’ I said, I know where the Cemetery is but I didn’t know there were any toilets there.’ He explained where in the Cemetery they were and suggested we went down there as it was much quieter. ‘OK’ I said ‘I’ll follow you down.’ He set off and I followed. It was a good five minutes walk and the sky looked as though it was about to open up with one hell of a storm. When I got to the toilet block Cliff’s bike was propped up outside. Coming up the path towards the toilet was an elderly man with walking stick and a dog. I went in. There were three cubicles with frosty glass door panels. The middle door was pushed to. I gave it a gentle shove and there was Cliff, sat on the seat, jeans around his knees, massive hard on, having a good slow wank. I looked as his prick with surprise. ‘Fucking hell mate’ I told him, ‘that’s fucking grown since I last saw it’ He just stood up and I had a feel. ‘There’s and old boy coming up the path with a dog’ I told him ‘ I’ll hang about at the stand-ups for a minute incase he comes in.’ With that we heard the noise of him coming in and I nipped smartly to the stand-up and Cliff gently pushed the door to. The old boy was determined to get into a conversation and I gave him a few polite comments in reply. He was a bold character and literally stared down at my cock at the same time letting his hang loose. My mind was set elsewhere. The old boy seemed unready to move on so I decided to leave and hope Cliff would follow. ‘That’s better’ I said to the old boy, in a loud voice, referring to the relief after having a good piss. ‘Think I’ll get a move on before this storm starts’ and I zipped up and walked out. Just at the minute that rain started, not yet heavy but wet enough. I headed back towards the road. I’d gone less than 50yds when Cliff caught up with me on his bike. ‘Follow me’ he said, heading off down a nearby side path. I walked quickly after him with the rain getting heavier. Down in the corner of the Cemetery, well out of view because of some tall bushes, was a Stonemasons hut and a shelter with a seat. Cliff was inside sheltering from the rain. He had no coat and his tee shirt and jeans were wet already and clinging to him, showing off even more of that prick of his which was still as solid as I had seen it a few minutes earlier. I went smartly in and stood leaning on the outer wall facing him. No body was going to be walking by in this storm and there was no hanging about this time. ‘The old boy likes to be wanked off’ Cliff told me ‘but I’d rather do yours’ - all this while he was dropping my zip and groping inside to locate my now solid prick and pull it out for wanking. ‘You’ve had a bit of practice I can tell’ I told him, as he used both hands to wank and play with my balls. I got his cock out and started to play back. He told me he had met someone when he was doing a job in a local Quarry recently and had wanked him off and this bloke had kept in touch, often looked out for him after work and things and they wanked regularly - in fact one day he had wanked him off three times, once in the morning, again after work and then had met him in the pub and wanked him off on the way home from the pub. ‘Is he just into wanking then? I asked. ‘Mostly’ he said ‘one night he had a mate with him who liked to suck and the mate sucked us both off.’ ‘Did you enjoy it?’ I asked him. ‘Yes’ he said ‘it was OK: I sucked him back the next time I saw him.’ ‘D’you fancy a suck on mine? I asked. ‘OK’ he said ‘if you’ll give mine a suck after.’ ‘Why not’ I said and down he went with his lips around my knob. It felt good. He wasn’t a novice. After a while I stopped him because I was nearly coming off. He came up and I went down on him, sliding my lips gently along the full length of his shaft, which wasn’t that easy as he was a big boy, and then moving gently up and down and slowly increasing the speed. I looked up and his eyes were shut: he was clearly enjoying it. I could tell he was on the verge of shooting his load and came up to continue with a hand job. He caught mine and took over the expert job of the final thrust with us both shooting right over the small wall out onto the rain soaked garden. It was some time before the rain eased off. We sat chatting and perhaps fifteen minutes later Cliff said he fancied that again. ‘What, now?’ I asked. ‘Why not’ he said and with that pulled his cock out which was solid once again. I was soon back in step myself and before we left the shelter enjoyed a second wank - two within the hour. It looked as though life was perhaps returning to normal. Eventually we left the shelter, Cliff riding his bike slowly alongside me on the pathway. In the conversation I told him a bit about myself and which pub he might find me in some nights if he fancied a pint. Home wasn’t yet an option but this lad seemed genuine enough. Before we parted company that morning however there was another little turn of events as there was when we met up unexpectedly some months later, but more of that in due course. | ||
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Unfortunately BJ, life has a habit of being a bast**d when you least expect it, but it has to go on.... Construction Work Part 6 After Craig left for home on that foggy, frosty Friday morning I suddenly felt lonely. In all my times working away, usually living alone, I had never taken anyone home. Whilst I have admitted to fancying Craig I had invited him back as a working mate and the thought of anything else had not really entered my head at the time. The fact that it had happened, and the experience had been almost unbelievable, had changed my feeling of home at a stroke: it was now a place where I didn’t mind company, particularly if that company was Craig. When I got home this particular night therefore the place seemed cold and empty - strange really because it was no different to how it normally was, but this was now after the night with Craig. Completely unaware of events unfolding on the M6 and with little else to do I tidied the place up, did the laundry and settled down for a doze after the previous late night. Around 9pm I had a quick swill and a change and walked across to the pub. Ross was in but had his wife with him. I joined them. The conversation was general. No references to videos or the previous night. As the pub closed they invited me back to their place for some supper but I thanked them and said I was going to have an early night as I had been up late the night before. On Saturday the weather was still foggy and frosty. I did some shopping, read the paper, watched some television and bored to death had just decided to go to the pub when Ross arrived on his own and things suddenly looked a bit brighter. Ross was keen on the idea of watching the video he had given to me. I told him I’d had a look at the beginning but didn’t give any details. When the pub closed we went back to my place with a couple of bottles each. I put the video on, told him I thought he would find the first item rubbish, and went off to get some supper for us. It wasn’t long before he shouted through agreeing that the first item was pathetic. I went through and wound the tape to the next item and went back to getting the supper. When I returned to the living room with the sandwiches Ross was sat well glued to the screen: I sat down, put the plate between us and nodded for him to help himself. It was almost a repeat of the night before with Craig. Ross was totally absorbed with the story and in the final scenes, where the Fork Truck Driver and the Trucker were screwing and sucking each other he was clearly clutching onto his own cock and every sign was that it was as solid as you can get. When it finished he looked across. There was a pause as though he wasn’t quite sure what to say then finally he said ‘well that was different!’ With a bit of a twinkle I said ‘..and it shows’ and nodded towards his crutch where he still had one hand obviously trying to hide the hard he had on. ‘I know’ he said, and removed his hand, pushed out his thighs and showed me the bulge running down the side of his leg, and added ‘think I’ll have to wake the Missus up when I get home!’ ‘It was different’ I said ‘fuck sight better than the first load of crap. Even Craig got more than a bit excited last night when he watched it, in fact he watched the end bit a second time’ ‘From what I saw I reckon he’s a randy bugger’ said Ross ‘I could imagine him in the middle of a gang bang.’ I pushed the conversation a bit and said ‘with what he’s got between his legs I think he’d be made welcome.’ ‘His he well hung them?’ asked Ross. ‘Yes,‘ I replied ‘he’s always getting ragged by the lads in the showers because of its size: they’re for ever grabbing him and playing around.’ ‘Doesn’t he mind?’ asked Ross. ‘No’ I said, takes it in good part, even gets a hard on sometimes and chases them around threatening to fuck the ass of them if he catches them.’ ‘We’ll have to get that on film if it ever happens’ said Ross with a laugh, ‘anyway Mate, thanks for the supper, I’d better be on my way before the wife sends out a search party!’ When he’d gone the house once more seemed empty and quiet - something I had never really noticed before. On the following Monday the weather had improved. The fog and frost had gone and at 6.00am I was on my way to the site. Craig’s section was a couple of miles from where I was working so I didn’t get a chance to look him up until evening. He was not at his caravan. As I walked away I noted that his car wasn’t in its usual spot - perhaps he had taken it to his machine instead of the works truck. I went across to the canteen but he was not to be seen. I spotted a couple of lads who were in the same gang as him and asked if he was about. There was a bit of a pause as they looked at each other. ‘You’ve not hear then mate’ said one of them. ‘Heard what?’ I asked. He gave me the shattering news and pointed to the notice board. There was a brief message from the Clerk of Works about Craig’s accident and condition. Next day the Site Clerk let me have the telephone number of Craig’s folks and let me call from his phone. His Mum, Maud answered. I told her who I was and asked about Craig’s condition. He had been only a few minutes from home and was in the Intensive Care Unit at the local hospital. His condition was not good. She took my phone number and promised to call when there was any more news. She rang the following day to say there was little change, Craig had drifted in an out of consciousness and she had been at the Hospital once when he was conscious. She had talked to him but didn’t know if he had heard or understood much: she had told him the lads at work were thinking about him and that I had telephoned her. She thought Craig had tried to mouth the word ‘Mum’ and ‘lads’ and my name, but no sound came out. As I was getting dressed to go to work on the Thursday morning the phone rang. It was Maud. Craig had died from his injuries during the night. I went to his funeral a week later. He had a twin brother, Colin - an identical twin. When I saw him I almost died of shock - was this some bad dream? Was Craig still alive and well? I introduced myself as a mate of Craig’s. Apart from appearance Colin was like chalk and cheese compared to Craig. He was a Teacher, married with two kids. He was arrogant and sarcastic. He caught up with me stood on my own at the wake: ‘…and where did you meet Craig?’ he asked in his best sarcastic tone, emphasising the word ‘you’. ‘We worked together’ I told him, ‘he was a good mate, and I’ve come to represent the lads on the site.’ My reply seemed to take some of the wind out of his sails, but not before his attitude had raised my blood pressure! ‘I don’t particularly like your tone’ I told him ‘where did ‘you’ meet, as though I was some fucking criminal or something.’ ‘Sorry’ he said, perhaps realising he may have overstepped the mark and be in danger of having his ear thumped, ‘I didn’t realise you were a work mate’ and reverting back to his sarcastic manner added, ‘most of Craig’s mates were people he’d met in Gay Clubs or Public Toilets! How I held back I will never know to this day: the sight of Maud their Mum approaching may have had something to do with it. Under my breath, and with some menace I said ‘..you choose a day like this, the funeral of your brother, to make such a vicious remark. I’ll tell you for nothing, although I only knew Craig for a short time, he’d make a thousand of you - if anything is bent mate, it‘s your fucking mind. I hope one day someone lets your skeleton out of the fucking cupboard ‘cause I’m fucking certain there’s one there!’ and I walked away, met up with Maud, exchanged a few pleasantries and left for home shortly after. I kept in touch with Maud and Edwin his Dad and even visited them a few times. On one visit Colin arrived. His visit was short. Maud and Edwin obviously noticed the tension. ‘Something happened between you and Colin at Craig’s funeral didn’t it’ said Maud ‘I could tell from the way you looked when I saw you talking together.’ With a little trepidation I told her what had happened. When I had finished she said ‘it’s alright lad, we knew Craig preferred men friends he told us some years ago. We had made all his mates welcome. In the early years before Colin was married and still lived at home it caused many a row that’s one of the reasons why Craig left home, but they were both our sons and we did our best to live with it. A wonderful stance for a lovely couple, both of whom have now passed on themselves. As for Colin, I don’t know and I don’t care. It was now late winter. I left home for work in the dark and it was dark when I returned. The weather was typically wet and cold. Even Christmas and New Year had done little to enthuse me. I was still shaken by the recent events, the memories of that single night with Craig, the loss of his friendship almost as fast as it was found, and the still deep feeling of guilt that if he and I had not had that thirty minutes on his bed before he left for home on that fateful day he may still be here. That guilt hasn't gone away. Any interest in cruising had gone. Even memories about Ross and wanting to know more about him did not recur. Each night I came home directly from the Site, some nights went for the usual pint with Ross. Sex just was not even an interest. Just occasionally, as I passed the section where Craig worked I used to think about him - and sometimes about the shit of a brother he had! Tom the Butcher and Rugby player who I had 'rescued' from the Police some time earlier began to call more and more often. My feelings for the lad developed. 'At least you treat me like a man and not a kid' he once said when the subject of his Dad came up. At times I though some of the things he said were almost invitations for something a bit more intimate but I didn't take any bait. He started grabbing my ass and bollocks from time to time in jest and we even had the odd wrestle which I chickened out of because I was getting a hard on - and when we finished a quick glance told me so was he. After events with Craig and Tom being young and a bit near home I wasn't for forming anything close just yet - although I have to admit to thinking about Tom wanking with me when I was having a quiet late night one myself!! | ||
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Rigger; No matter how many times I have read this story, that ending always affects me and makes me feel sad. | ||
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Construction Work Part 5 Craig was full of the video we had seen. 'Who's going to be the Hubby and whose going to be the Forklift Driver? I felt he was still joking at the time, but wasn’t too sure: however it was to be a question which still lives with me. At the time I decided to play along with his mood and rolled across and started to wrestle with him. He responded instantly, putting his arms around me, pulling me into him, then exploring with one hand until he found my cock which he began to squeeze and stroke. I responded back and in seconds had his cock in my fist. We parted slightly so that we could give more scope to our play. Craig’s next move was pushing his tongue firmly into my mouth where it stayed until we were almost out of breath. His final move was to take his lips down around my cock and deliver the almost perfect BJ. That night we both took the part of hubby and forklift driver and about 2am fell into a deep sleep. The following morning we both got up and showered. The events of the previous night were mentioned without embarrassment and Craig again said ‘thanks’ and looked forward to another night like the one he had just had. It was Friday. The weather was foul. It was foggy and frosty. When we got to the site the Health and Safety Team said it was too dangerous to work until things improved. Most men hung about in the canteen. Around mid morning there was no improvement and it was decided to abandon any hope of work that day. I found Craig and asked if he wanted to come back for the day. He had just phoned his Mum. He had told me that he had arranged to visit home over the weekend, but now the job had stopped because of the weather he had fixed up to go a day earlier.’ ‘Come back to my caravan and have a coffee while I get ready‘ he invited. I followed him to his caravan - this young lad, butch and rough as they come, his army cameo jeans on, his rigger boots, almost a size too big I thought, and a big waterproof jacket with the firm’s name printed on the back. We had the coffee, and a mini repeat of the previous night and then he was changed and ready to go. A swift peck before we left the caravan and, both feeling pretty happy with our newly found friendship we walked across to the car park. Craig got himself settled in his car, started the engine and left it running whilst he cleared the ice from his screen and windows. Eventually he was ready to go. With a wave and a little wink he was off. ‘See you when I get back’ he said, and he was gone. Craig never returned. Just a few miles from home, stationary on a Motorway in thick fog a Truck had smashed into his car and catapulted him beneath the chassis of the truck in front of him. He died a few days later hardly having regained consciousness. | ||
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Working away Part 4 It was fairly quiet in the pub and conversation with Craig continued to be centred around work and people at work that we both knew plus a bit of our past - all very straight stuff. Just after 10pm Ross came in. He got a pint and stood at the bar. I called across and invited him to join us. ‘Cheers’ he said, ‘I didn’t want to interrupt if it was private’ ‘No’ I told him ‘one of the lads from work’ and introduced them to each other. ‘I’m glad I caught you’ said Ross, reaching into the inside pocket of his car coat. ‘What I was telling you about the other week’ and he handed me a video. ‘Cheers’ I said ‘I’d forgotten about that.’ ‘Hang on to it’ he said ‘I’ll see when I can get away from the missus!’ I told Craig what it was all about. After a two or three pints Craig asked where the toilets were: almost before I could tell him Ross said ‘I’ll show you mate’ and they set off together leaving me looking after the beer. They were a bit longer than I expected, in fact quite a bit longer than I expected, but eventually they reappeared chatting as though they had known each other for years. Craig’s tool, as always, showed as an outline down the leg of his jeans. It might have been imagination, but I could almost swear that Ross’s wasn’t totally slack! Just after eleven we left the pub and walked the short distance home, saying ‘Cheerio’ to Ross on the way. I told Craig I was going to have a sandwich and offered him one. I offered him a can of beer but he opted for a coffee. While I was getting the supper ready he had a read of the evening paper which had been put in the letter box earlier. As we were sat with our supper Craig brought up the matter of the videotape and asked if I had seen any good ones. I told him one or two. ‘Shall we have a quick preview of that one then?’ he asked, nodding to the one I had brought in a placed on the television stand. ‘Why not,. I said, switched the TV on to the video channel and put the tape in the machine and set it to play. To say the first clip was rubbish was a big understatement - two girls and two blokes (with mini cocks) and a sound track like a Punch and Judy show - in fact it was more like a puppet show than a puppet show!! I looked a Craig - he looked back. ‘For fuck's sake’ he said, ‘I’ve seen some rubbish but nothing to beat that!’ ‘Let’s see what’s next’ I said and wound the tape on fast forward till the next title came up and then selected ‘play’ The scene was a works canteen, two middle aged girls talking about their husbands. They got interrupted by the ‘works stud’ who was a fork truck driver who, from the conversation, was looking for a good fuck and thought they might be able to help. Plenty of chat and the girls both having a feel under the table at what he told them ‘was one of the best cock’s they would ever have.’ No promises and no action but when he had gone both girls agreed it wasn’t to be sniffed at but both agreed it shouldn’t be handed to him on a plate - he had to earn it - but how? ‘Tell you what’ said the older of the two, ‘my hubby is a long distance lorry driver, he’s cock mad, and bisexual’ ‘Bloody hell’ says her mate ‘don’t you mind?’ ‘No’ says the first girl, ‘he takes precautions, tells me about it and it’s a right turn on: ‘You’re a fucking dark horse‘, said her mate ‘so where does this fit in with ‘lover fork lifter?’ ‘Well’ said the first lass, ‘I’ve always fantasised about either seeing my man fuck another man, or being fucked himself - so how’s about we set Forklift up - me, you, my hubby and him and tell him he can have us both but he will have to put on a show with my hubby first’ In brief the plot was hatched, ‘Fork lifter’ wasn’t at all put off with the idea, in fact confessed he ‘done a few things in his time,’ At the get together they all had what they wanted. Fork lifter screwed all three and was himself fucked by hubby and Fork lifter proved to be very well blessed. As the film went on I had noticed Craig getting closer and closer to the edge of his seat, and from time to time giving a bit of a commentary of his own - ‘fucking hell!’, ‘go on, let him have it’ ‘what a cock!’ and the like. When the film ended he sat back, looked across and said, ‘fucking hell, that made up for the first bit of crap’ and made no hiding the fact that he had a massive hard on. I looked at him, looked down at his crotch, winked, and said ‘so I can see.’ He just grabbed his cock, thrust his pelvis out to confirm his excitement and said ‘you’re right mate, I think he might take a bit of settling down tonight.’ ‘Well’ I said ‘don’t want to spoil the party’ but work tomorrow and just going to get a bit of food in my box for tomorrow and off to bed.’ ‘While you’re doing that’ said Craig ‘put the last few minutes of that tape on again.’ ‘No problem’ I told him and rewound some of the tape and set it going. I had gone back just to the point where the party had just begun and a few clothes were coming off. I left Craig and went to the kitchen, cleared up our supper things, made some sandwiches for next day and some 15 to 20 minutes later went back into the living room. The film was nearly at its end so I sat down without comment and watched in silence. Craig was well into what was happening. When it finished he was full of it. ‘Fucking hell mate’ he said ‘that’s was fucking brilliant. Long time since I saw anything as fucking brilliant .. anyway, bedtime I suppose.’ I turned everything off and headed for the stairs with Craig following. I reminded him where the toilet was, where the light switches were, put on a light in his bedroom and headed for my own, calling in the toilet for a piss on the way. As I was finishing Craig called out ‘leave the flush’ I’ll have one before I get into bed. ‘OK mate’ I said and went into my own room. I never shut the door and didn’t that night. Whilst I was undressing I heard Craig go to the toilet. I pulled back the duvet and was just getting into bed when Craig put his head around the door and said ‘Cheers mate, a fucking good night’ then looking down at the bed, which was a king size and a good one he commented ‘that’s a big bed for one.’ ‘I like my comfort’ I told him ‘and you never know..’ I hinted ..’the day might come’ By now Craig had come into the room. ‘You’re not telling me no one has ever shared that bed with you are you?’ he said in a teasing manner. ‘Always a first time’ I said ‘but not yet’ ‘Here we go then’ said Craig and without hesitating he jumped in beside me, looked across with a big grin on his face and said ‘there you are then, first time - who’s going to be the hubby and who’s going to be the forklift driver?’ We would soon find out - and you can next time round!! | ||
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Working away Part 3 As is still much the case today one saw many of their neighbours and passed the time of day but there the association ends. I already had Ross as a mate - and was onto his case! Another near neighbour was Mac nickname 'Mac the track' because he worked as a Ganger for British Rail doing track maintenance. Mac was in his forties, somewhat self-opinionated, was always right and definitely thought he knew best. I categorised him in my 'Barrack Room Lawyer' section and in any discussion went as far as agreeing that 'he might be right' which prevented any heated arguments. Mac had a nice hardworking wife and a young Son who was 17yrs old or thereabouts and worked in a local Butchers Shop. As Mac's work was mainly at night and weekends when the rail tracks were quiet his presence in 'The Bridge' were fairly rare however, it wasn't Mac that was to become a buddy but his young Son Tom. The relationship between Mac and his Son was said to be a stormy one and had at times been violent I was told. Mac had shown no interest in the lads sporting abilities and all-but disowned him. Tom wasn't an exceptionally bright lad but he had one massive interest in life and that was Rugby: he had played , and played well I was told whilst at School and was now a budding player with a local team. His sporting interest had seen him mix with men from all walks of life and he was able to converse at ease with people. Physically he was extremely mature, was an extremely fit lad and looked much older than he really was. Although I had seen him coming and going many times in the Street our exchanges were confined to a general greeting. Things changed one Saturday night when I had gone into Town on my own for a few beers. I was toying with the idea of going on to a Club but as closing time arrived I decided to head for home - and maybe a cheeky late drink in 'The Bridge' were the back door would be open. As I walked towards the taxi rank I saw ahead of me a Policeman in serious conversation with a young man who was obviously giving him a bit of cheek: getting closer I was somewhat surprised to see it was Tom and as I came up to him and the Copper he recognised me and breaking off from his tirade with the PC said 'Hi Mick, you OK?' 'Fine' I replied 'What you been up to'? Before Tom to answer the Policeman said 'Do you know this young man?' 'Yes' I told him 'he lives a few doors away from me. What's he done to upset you then?' 'Just following up a complaint from a local Licensee that a young man fitting his description was believed to be underage and refusing to leave licensed premises' said the Policeman. 'H'mm' I responded and although I was fairly sure he was correct, added ' he looks old enough to down a few pints to me.' 'Well' said the Constable turning back to Tom 'I'll give you the benefit of the doubt this time and I suggest you make your way home.' Before Tom could comment I said I would see him home if that helped and turning to Tom asked if he would like to share my taxi. Tom agreed. I said 'Goodnight' to the Policeman: Tom wisely said nothing. We found a taxi and headed home. On the way Tom admitted he had had a few drinks. He had downed one or two at the Rugby Club after a good win and gone into town with some of the lads but they had gone off to a nightclub leaving him on his own so he had tried his luck in a bar or two and obviously had had his cards marked by one vigilant Licensee. He said he thought the Policeman was about to arrest him for being drunk so by turning up as I had I probably saved him some hassle and perhaps even a good hiding from his Dad. I was warming to this lad. He was, as I remember from my own life some years earlier, in that empty space between youth and man: he had a Dad who thought he was a kid, he played Rugby with Men who treated him as though he was still a Boy and in the grim world probably felt totally left out. To add to his worries he said his Dad wasn't working that night and when we got home he thought he might walk around a bit till Dad had gone to bed because he felt sure there would be a row if he went in smelling of beer. Instinctively I suggested he might come in with me for an hour or so and have something to eat and some coffee instead of walking the streets. He said he would like that if it was OK with me. Probably well over an hour later, with a couple of ham sandwiches and some coffee inside him he left. Our paths were to cross regularly thereafter. I have told how I saw a mate, who was also a neighbour, meeting up with men in a country lay-by and later met one of them who confirmed that my mate was more than well hung and liked nothing more than a good fuck. Despite a few attempts, and some interesting diversions on the way, I had still not been able to catch him at it. Earlier I told of a night where I had met a young scaffolder who had been a surprise in more ways than one. Following my meeting with him things became pretty dull and uneventful. It was late autumn, it was cold and wet, the tree cover had disappeared from the lay-by where Ross used to meet his mates and at the end of the day, often being soaked to the skin, my only wish was to head for home. I did find one small thrill. As I was working on a large construction site the facilities included a canteen and showers. Getting ready to go home one particularly wet night one of my mates said I should bring a change of clothes to work and at the end of the day use the Site showers then change into dry clothes to go home. It seemed a good thing to do so I took the idea up and the next night, coming in off the site, I grabbed my towel and some soap and headed for the shower block. It was quite busy. Quite a few of the lads actually lived on the site in caravans and mobile homes, some had their family with them - there was a separate shower block for the wives even. One of the excavator drivers was just going into the shower as I arrived. He was one of the lads that I always said to myself - ‘if only!!’ when I saw him. He was in his twenties, slim as they come, had a couple of tattoos on each arm, usually wore rigger boots and the tightest of jeans which constantly showed the outline of a very nice sized cock - in fact he was always getting teased by the lads about the size of his cock and constantly having it grabbed, which never seem to bother him. I had been told that after a pint or two he wasn’t past pulling out and showing it off but hadn’t had the luck to witness it myself. However, here he was, and for the first time I had a full frontal view of what was a very nice piece of cock. Nobody was shy, everybody just got on with showering. As usual ‘JCB’ got some stick about his cock but took it all in good part - even telling some who weren’t that well blessed that if his cock was the size of theirs he would commit suicide!! I had to turn away from the general banter as nature was taking over and I was starting to get a bit of a hard on. I finished my shower and reached up for my towel and in doing just happened to glance back at ‘JCB’ who caught my eye, looked down, must have seen my cock on the rise, gave a wink and said ‘whose going to be lucky tonight then?’ I was almost tempted to say ‘you if you fancy it’ but instead said ‘time will tell, time will tell’ winked back, and went to the locker room to get dressed. I had nearly finished when ‘JCB’ came in with towel around him. Most of the lads had gone by now. ‘JCB’ it appeared, lived on his own on the site and was in no hurry. ‘What you up to tonight then?’ I asked him. ‘Something in the canteen’ he said ‘then a walk down to the pub for a couple of pints’ ‘I’ll hang on for you then’ I said ‘I’m going for something in the canteen and I’ll drop you off down at the pub. We had a meal, I waited a few minutes while he went to his caravan for a quick change and when he came back we set off. It was only a mile of so and I pulled up at the pub for him to get out. ‘D’you fancy one?’ he said. ‘Why not!’ I said and pulled into the car park. The pub was fairly busy. It was half seven or so. Some of the lads from the site were there already. The beer was alright but not my favourite. JCB was quite chatty. I hadn’t really spoken much with him before. He told me a bit about himself. Had been in the Merchant Navy for five years or so, had had a few bad experiences with women, parents still lived up North and he visited them quite often and was planning a visit on the coming weekend. He preferred to do his own thing in the main. His name, was Craig. I had bought the first drink and as we got to the bottom of the glass he offered to buy me one. I told him I didn’t want to risk another as I still had to drive home which was about three miles away. He seemed disappointed. ‘You sure?’ he asked ‘long time since I had a decent conversation’ ‘Quite sure’ I said, and as I said it, a flash of inspiration crossed my mind. ‘Tell you what’ I said ‘if you fancy it, come back to my place, I’ll have a quick change and we can have a few in my local. I’ve got a couple of spare beds, you can stay the night and I’ll drop you back in the compound tomorrow morning’ ‘You sure?’ he asked ‘It’ll be a change!’ ‘Sure’ I said. ‘You’re on then’ he said and we drank up and set off. At home I left him watching the television went upstairs and changed and made up a bed for him in the spare room. I showed him where his bed was, where the toilet and bathroom were - just in case we have one too many I joked, and come home pissed! We walked across to the pub and took up the conversation we had left off, and eventually got around to talking about work and about some of the other lads - things we had in common and could discuss I suppose. Was this to be the beginning of something new in my life? I'll continue with the night's events in the next episode. | ||
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Working away Part 2 After Rob told me unwittingly that Ross fucked him on a regular basis the urge to see them at it almost became an obsession. A couple of weekends later I went out to the country area where I had seen them to look at the lie of the land. I walked into the woods where they had appeared from and found several feint tracks leading off the main path which they may have taken. I followed some of them and on one came across a clump of rhododendron bushes which surrounded an area of grass which clearly someone had been romping on in the not too distant past. The next task was to find a way to it other than the way in from the main path so I carried on, in a straight line away from this spot and soon came to the other edge of the wood and along it ran a farm track from the main road to some fields. I walked up the track and came out on the main road about a quarter of a mile from the lay-by where I had seen Ross park his truck. There was a convenient pull-in at the edge of the farm track where you could see vehicles pass on the main road. Problem solved! Now it was just a question of being there when Ross (and Rob) were!. My first attempt was nearly a month later. I drove past the main lay-by and it was empty. I went back to the farm track and found a Highway Maintenance truck parked there, but there was still room for me. I had seen two highway workers near the main lay-by clearing out verges. I sat and waited - and hoped! After a while the two highway workers came back to their truck. Both looked more than fit - highway workers always seem to. No doubt the nature of the job keeps them trim. One about thirty and the other younger. Both were wearing green tee shirts, standard orange work jeans which were nice tight fitting and showing a firm ass, and in the case of the younger man, the outline of a nice piece of cock as he put his right leg forward. Both were wearing big safety boots and high visibility florescent waistcoats. It was about 1pm and, being a decent warm day, both got their bags from the cab and lay on the grass eating their sandwiches. They were a bit of a distraction, particularly when, each time I looked across the younger of the two seemed to be looking back. There was no sign of Ross and his truck today. With the young highway worker still giving a frequent look I decided to test the waters and, searching through the back of the van found a girlie magazine which I opened so that he could see the pictures as well. He seemed hooked and from the way he behaved he didn’t appear to give his mate any hints about what I was doing. After ten minutes of so I put the magazine down and decided to take a walk down the farm track. I noticed the young council man watched me lock the van and watched me walk off down the track. When I got down to the end of the track I stopped and leaning on the gate looked out down the fields. There was no sign of anyone following - but there again, it was only a gamble. Just in case I had missed Ross and his truck I stepped over the fence into the wood and headed cautiously towards the clump of rhododendrons but the grass plot was deserted. I turned and headed back towards the farm track and through the bushes felt sure I had seen someone ahead of me just disappearing behind another clump of rhododendrons: seconds later I came face to face with the younger Highways Workman. He opened the conversation saying ‘bit cooler here’. ‘Nice spot’ I agreed. ‘Suppose you had to cool down a bit after reading that mag. you had’ he said ‘looked like some useful pics’ By now I had noticed that he clearly had a great hard on and was making no attempt to hide it. I threw caution to the wind and nodding down to his cock said ‘looks as though it got you going as well’ ‘Fucking did’ he said, ‘I told my mate I was going for a walk to cool off so I could have a wank or something. ‘Don’t mind me’ I said ‘you can’t beat a good wank now and then’ He took up the invite, pulled his zip down and pulled out a still solid cock and start to jerk on it. I was as solid as him by now and he could see that. ‘Join me’ he said. I didn’t need a second invite and joined him. ‘That’s a nice one’ he said, looking down at me. ‘Wish I had a handful like that to play with. ‘Help yourself mate’ I said ‘have a play with it’ He let go on his own cock and started to jerk mine so I reached across and took over on him. We carried on gently pulling each other off and gradually getting to coming off then, without saying anything, he went down on his knees and, keeping my cock in his hand, with was a massive fist, he put his lips gently around my knob end and gradually slid a further length into his mouth and down his throat. I started to gyrate gently into his mouth and he took his hand off my cock and started to wank himself again. I was on the verge of coming off and something told me this guy hadn’t tried this before. I wasn’t sure quite what to do but decided not to shoot in his mouth and being just on the verge I pulled out, turned sideways and shot a load off across the grass. He watched, almost transfixed then with just the expression ‘fucking hell’ he shot a load as well. ‘Sorry mate’ I said, ‘but I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to come in your mouth or not’ ‘You’re alright mate’ he said ‘I’ve had a little suck on a cock before but never swallowed but there’s always a first time’ ‘Right mate’ I said, ‘if I see you again we’ll see how it goes’ We stood chatting in the wood for a while. He had had his first real session with another man about his own age when he was 20. He didn’t really go looking for cock as he was married but it had happened from time to time, like today, and he was happy with that. Did his mate suspect anything I asked. He doubted it he said, and this was the first time he had slipped away when working with that mate. I left him to go back up the track on his own and followed later by which time he and his mate were both back at work. So, I hadn’t achieved my aim but had managed something worth while as an alternative. Later that evening, having finished work late, got home, showered and had a meal I had just dozed off when there was a knock on the door. It was Ross. ‘Long time no see’ he said ‘d’you fancy a pint?’ ‘Why not’ I said ‘come in, I’ll get something decent on’ He came in and sat down. I gave him the evening paper to read and went upstairs to change. As we set off he asked if I was into watching porn video. ‘Depends what it is’ I had replied ‘straightforward stuff - yes - but I’m not into the kinky stuff’ ‘I only asked’ he said ‘ because one of the loaders in the yard gets hold of some good stuff and lends it out to the lads but I daren’t take it home and I see you’ve go a video!!’ ‘Cheeky cunt’ I told him, ‘go on then, we’ll sort something out if you get your hands on anything’ We had a couple of pints as usual, chatting about this and that. Once when I went for a piss he came along as well and I couldn’t resist a careful look at his cock which I had heard so much about. He was relaxed and didn’t attempt to hide it and made a good show of shaking the drips off. He was certainly well hung: as a piece of slack it must have been a good thick six to seven inches. I was beginning to get aroused so shook mine off a bit quicker and put it away! One day though, I thought, I’m going to see that cock of yours in action Ross!! Two or three more attempts to catch him out of town failed. Even the Highway worker was nowhere to be seen. One evening on the way from work I decided to check out the toilet where I had met Rob. I hadn’t seen him since our first meeting some weeks earlier. It was just getting dusk. There was no sign of Rob’s motorbike in the lay-by but I walked back to the toilet to see if anything else was on offer. All seem quiet. There was a young teenager leaning on the rail outside the toilet and he seemed to be just watching the traffic go past. There was no one in the toilet and although I gave it five or so minutes no one appeared so I decided to leave. The young teenager was still watching the traffic go by. Having now been in the area for nearly a year I had got to know most of the cruising points and feeling in need of at least a wank, I did a bit of a tour - without any success - ending up perhaps an hour later at the original toilet where I had looked for Rob. This time I parked a couple of streets away in the opposite direction to the usual spot, walked through a small park, across the front of a Community Hall and car park and over a roundabout to the toilet. I was surprised to see the young teenager still leaning on the barrier watching the traffic. As I went past him into the toilet he sort of nodded and turned back to the traffic. I was in the process of having a piss when I heard someone coming down the steps into the toilet and turning to look in came the teenager. He was bearing a pair of boots, tight black jeans, a black tee shirt and had a working style donkey jacket on with a Company name on the back. ‘You haven’t seen three young kids with a football about anywhere’ he asked ‘I’m looking from my brother and his mate: they went off playing fottie from school and he hasn’t got home yet!’ ‘Sorry kid’ I said ‘I’ve not seen them and I’ve just walked across the park and it was empty’. Looking at him I could see that he was more than interested in watching me pissing, and although he had both hands in his jeans I had the feeling he was covering up something of a semi hard, if not more. ‘Do you go to the same school as him then I asked?’ ‘Me? School? he retorted ‘I left fucking school three years ago!’ ‘Sorry mate’ I said ‘but I’d have put you down for a school kid if it had been a competition!’ ‘I know’ he said ‘bloody nuisance; specially when I work away, I often get refused when I try to buy a pint and the other lads take the piss! I fool the bastards now, I take my passport with me’ and with that he felt around in his pocket, pulled out his passport and held it out where it showed his photo and date of birth. ‘I’m convinced mate’ I said ‘unfortunately can’t let you buy me a pint because this isn’t a pub!!’ He laughed and still stood there watching as I finished my piss. ‘Consider yourself lucky mate’ I said, ‘there’s blokes about who would give their right arm to look years younger!’ This lad was exciting me now and my cock began to rise as I was shaking it. He just stood watching, not taking his eyes off my cock as it rose further. I let go some of the cover so that he could see the full length. His hands stayed in his pockets and I could see no sign of any movement but his eyes were transfixed on my cock. I looked at him full in the face and for a spilt second he met my gaze, gave me a smart wink, and went back to eyeing my cock. At that point there were footsteps outside. ‘Careful’ he said ‘I think there’s someone coming’ The footsteps got louder, but went past, and disappeared in the distance. ‘It’s OK’ he said ‘they’ve gone past’ That I took as a signal to carry on so I let my cock free again and jerked it slowly so that he could see. After two or three minutes there was no further response from my companion, no sign of any movement in his pockets, and no cock showing in his tight black jeans. I decided to call it a day. I put my cock carefully and slowly away, pulled up my zip, and turning to the lad said ‘Cheers mate! See you again’ and walked out. I was retracing my steps to the van and at the point of entering the car park outside the Community Hall, which was unlit, I heard footsteps coming up behind me. On something of full alert I glanced behind to see that the ‘shadow’ was the lad from the toilet. I let him catch up and said ‘home this way then?’ ‘Ah’ he replied, ‘but sometimes they play around in the bushes around this Community Centre so I thought I would have a look and see if they were there’. I looked in the direction he was referring to and doubted if anyone could play there. ‘Looks a bit like a jungle’ I said’ ‘would take a chain saw and an axe or two to get through that lot’ ‘There’s a way in’ he said ‘I’ll show you’ and he turned off towards the corner of the car park. I was curious now. Was he still wanting to play around? Right in the corner was a small gap in the bushes and pushing through you came up to the outer wall of the Community Centre - except that the bushes stopped about four feet before the wall and made a corridor between the bushes, which were seven or eight foot high, and the building. He walked on around this corridor until we came to an L shaped corner and he stopped, turned and said ‘well they’re not here’. ‘No sign’ I said, going along with him ‘good out-of-the-way place though’ I added, ‘and doesn’t look as though too many people come here.’ ‘Sometime the kids do play here in the daytime’ he told me ‘and sometimes I tell people about it if they are across in the toilets having a wank but get interrupted like you did.’ Interesting, I thought, he’s done this before. ‘Do you come in with them?’ I asked him. ‘Sometimes’ he said ‘Do you have a wank as well?’ I asked, as I felt sure by now that was what he was after. ‘Depends’ he replied ‘sometimes they just ask me to wank them: sometimes they want to wank me at the same time.’ ‘Do you do it then’ I asked I don’t mind’ he said ‘sometime I go down to the river and watch the fishermen and one of them likes to be wanked as well.’ ‘I went into the toilets for a wank’ I told him, ‘so I might as well finish it off here where it is a bit quieter’ As I said it I unzipped and pulled my own tool out which was already stiff by now, and carried on where I had left off in the toilets. In the semi darkness I could see him watching. ‘Yours is nice an big’ he said. ‘One of the other men I brought here was big as well’ ‘Did you wank him?’ I asked ‘Yes’ he said, ‘I could only just get my hand around it.’ ‘He wanked me off as well’ ‘D’you want to do mine then? I asked, turning to face him. ‘Don’t mind’ he replied, and reached across and started to jerk me off. ‘You got a hard on? I asked him. ‘Ah’ he replied. ‘Alright if I have a feel then?’ I asked him. ‘Ah. It’s alright’ he said. I reached over, and whilst he continued to play with me, I undid the top stud on his jeans, gently pulled down his zip, and slipped my hand inside. I couldn’t believe what was there. I’m lucky being above average, but this 19 yr old left me in second place both in length and thickness. ‘Fucking hell lad!’ I said ‘where d’you find a weapon like that?’ I could see he liked the compliment as it grew harder. ‘My mate says it’s the biggest he’s seen’ he said ‘he likes to play with it as well’ ‘How often do you see him then?’ I asked. ‘I work with him’ he told me ‘ he’s about 30: we are both Scaffolders and sometimes we have to work away and one night in a B&B after we’d had a few pints he started wrestling about and we both go a hard on and grabbed at each other and just ended up wanking off. We still do sometimes either in the digs or at work if nobody is about. By now, with the thought of him and his scaffolder mate bollock naked, wanking each other in bed, I wasn’t far from shooting my own load and turned so that I didn’t come all over him. ‘You coming?’ he asked. ‘Anytime’ I replied. ‘And me’ he said and in silence we finished each other off. His young brother really was ‘missing’ with his mates, but he wasn’t going to miss the chance of a wank it seems. He left me and said he was going off to have another look around and then check at home. As I made back to my own place I wondered why it was that there seemed to be so many well hung lads in the area. Was there something in the water? Ross, the coal delivery driver was very well hung, Rob, the builder wasn’t short, and here was another lad, younger than the other two, who could probably beat both of them for length and thickness. My thoughts were in overdrive and imagination held me through more than a few wanks during the next week. I hadn’t arranged to see ‘Scaffolder’ (his name turned out to be Cliff) again but he did appear on the scene some months later - and also in the not too distant future I was to meet a lad of similar age who lived in the same road as me and who was to prove and even bigger temptation - but whether or not I succumbed to the temptation will have to be seen. We’ll come back to that in due course. The search for Ross was still on the list of priorities. | ||
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My series of stories about working away from home on Construction Sites was lost in last year's server crash. I've spent a bit of time reviewing them and have now added details of some events and people who were not included first time round. The general theme is the same so apologies to those who read them last year. The first of the series is below - I'll post part 2 tomorrow and then some more during the next few weekends. Working away - Part 1 Some years ago I worked on a big construction site and had to live away from home for some years. I rented a small terraced house nearby and one of the first ‘jobs’ was to check out the local pubs. There were three within easy walking distance, all of them decent places but my preference became one which I will call ‘The Bridge Inn’ - not it’s real name, but I was working on a bridge construction and so it will do. Unlike the other two, which were in fairly quiet streets, ‘the Bridge’ was on a busier road and also near the entrance to a large and busy Industrial Estate and not far from the Docks. The nice thing about ‘the Bridge’, apart from the beer, was that is was always busy and there was a continual flow of new faces. Lads working in the Industrial Estate and on the Docks would call after (and sometimes during and before) their shift: lorries would park within the estate and drivers come in for a pint. The Landlord had opened a shower room and did an evening meal which was a big attraction for the Truckers. Over the weeks I got to know many faces and got into regular conversations but kept a low profile in terms of any sexual interests. As with most pubs you eventually seem to get a regular ‘mate’ and it was no exception in ‘the Bridge’ My regular mate was Ross. Ross was local and lived in the next street to me so we often walked home together at night. He was in his thirties and a delivery driver for a local coal merchant - none of your bulk tipping, but everything carried in hundred-weight bags. He was pretty strong and fit as a result. He was good company, had a good sense of humour. Some nights he would knock on the door as he passed to see if I was going for a pint and we would walk to the pub and back together: everything was a straight as it could be and, although on the occasions we did have a piss together at the pub, and I could see he was pretty well blessed, I didn’t feel moved to compromise the friendship…. and so life went on. From time to time I used to travel to some of the Company’s other sites in the area for various reasons and one day, as I was heading out to one of these other sites, I passed a lay by, well outside the town and spotted Ross’s lorry parked up. I thought I would go and have a chat so I turned around and went back but he was not in the truck. I had parked across the road and walked back and sat in the van. It was a nice spot. the lay-bys had walls along them and on the side where Ross was parked there was a gate through the wall into a field and down a slope towards some woods. A notice above the gate said ‘Public Footpath’ It was just after midday so I got my flask and sandwiches out and thought I would wait from him to reappear. It was ten to fifteen minutes before I heard voices and Ross appeared through the gate opposite, followed by a lad probably in his late teens - the lad had boots and dirty working jeans on and just a tee shirt. I didn’t know that he had a delivery mate but there was no reason why not however, when they got to the lorry Ross unlocked the door and stood talking to the young lad for a couple of minutes. They eventually walked to the back of the truck and as they did I noticed Ross grabbed the lads ass and got groped back in return which caused a bit of laughter. The lad disappeared behind the truck and pushed a motorbike out which I hadn’t seen before, put on a helmet which must have been left on the bike, and after a few more words, and a ‘thumbs up’ sign drove off. Ross go in his lorry and left as well. My thoughts went into overdrive. The vision of Ross stripped off and fucking the ass of that young lad had me hard in no time and it was a few days and a wanks later before the passions died down. Might of course have been a completely ‘innocent’ meeting of two blokes who knew each other well, but I hadn’t seen the younger one in the pub so my ‘might be innocent’ was still having a field day. With the week-end coming up, and paying a visit back home, I didn’t see Ross for some time after that day. When I did he came into the pub when I was already there, shouted to ask if I was ready for another (pint) to which I said ‘yes’ and he came and sat down with me, bringing the promised pint. I had already decided not to refer to what I had seen and we had the usual night of drink and chat and walked the short distance back home together later on. Things continued as normal and I virtually forget about the incident altogether and it was several weeks before my memory was jogged. I was coming back from another visit to a local site and once more saw Ross’s lorry parked in a lay-by. Not the same one as before but not too far away. There were no other vehicles there. It was quite a long lay-by, back off the main road - looked as though at one time it probably had been the main road. I decided to park up and watch. I pulled up well away from the truck but facing it, sat back in my seat and waited. About a quarter of an hour later Ross appeared out of the woods and someone followed. It wasn’t the motorbike lad. Someone a bit older this time - maybe mid to late twenties who was stripped to the waist with good slim figure, couple of tattoos on one arm - in working gear - heavy boots, very tight pale blue jeans and carrying a tee shirt. They went to the truck, Ross opened the passenger door and his mate got in, Ross went to the driver’s side, opened up, got in and started the engine and drove off. I kept low in my seat and, as I rarely had the same van on any trips out, and there was no name on it, it was doubtful if Ross would have even thought that it was me watching. My drinking partner definitely had an interesting agenda. Two ‘strangers’ two different locations and appearing out of the woods with a satisfied look on his face. My curiosity was well an truly raised. Our pub sessions continued and I kept everything as normal but there was an increasing urge to be out and looking around in the middle of the day to see if I could catch Ross having further secret assignations. It was some time before it happened. This time in the first location, and again with the lad on the motorbike. I had been there first and just hanging around in the far end of the lay-by. The motorbike lad had arrived first, taken off his helmet and sat on the wall. Five minutes or so later Ross had arrived. He was out of the cab in a flash and across to the lad and they were through the gate and down the path towards the woods immediately. It was a good half hour before they returned, said ‘cheers’ to each other and both left. Any doubts about an innocent get-together had vanished. I had been working in this area for several months now and had come across some of the local cruising areas. Sometime I had a look on the way home and on this particular night, about half-six, stopped near one of the cruisy toilets - they were right on a roundabout with no parking and the usual thing was to go into a nearby side road which led towards some houses. The side road itself wasn’t very well lit and there were no houses along it - just a park and some waste ground. There was a car and a couple of trucks parked up and I parked behind one of the trucks and walked back to the toilets. On the way in I met someone coming out ‘in a bit of a hurry’ and presumed that I had been heard coming and had interrupted something. I went down two or three steps into the toilet and there was a young lad standing at the urinal. I stood a couple of stalls away. I have got pretty wide vision and was aware that this lad was not really hiding his cock and was definitely looking towards mine. I finished my piss and in the usual process of shaking the spots off made sure he could see it in full. I saw his rise to full solid and let mine follow suit. He started to gently stroke his and I took that as permission to look directly across. A very nice cock, long and thick and above average, then I noticed the crash-helmet on the floor, little bells rang in my brain, lights flashed and a direct glance at the face told me that I was side-by-side with one of Ross’s mystery mates. ‘Nice one’ he said, nodding down at my cock and winking. ‘No to bad yourself mate’ I replied and moved across. We had a few strokes on each other and he said ‘I’d like to give that a suck mate’ ‘Help yourself’ I replied and down he went. He was good. Gave a suck like velvet. After a couple of minutes he came up for breath and we stood facing and wanking at each other. His lips came over and his tongue was down my throat in a flash. I was just returning the pleasure when there was the sound of approaching footsteps. ‘Fuck’ he said, as we separated. I slipped into a lock-up quietly pushing the door to and he slipped back to the stand-ups. There was a small hole in the door and I looked out. The signs were that at least he knew the man who had come in as the newcomer seemed to be making signs in my direction with a sort of ‘is he Ok’ gesture. The motorbike lad played it cool and shrugged his shoulders with an ‘I don’t know’ sort of gesture. He didn’t seem inclined to want to do anything with the newcomer and indeed, after two or three minutes picked up his crash helmet and walked out. It was my turn to think ‘fuck’ now. I wanted this lad for more reasons than one! I pulled the flush and walked out - the newcomer looking clearly disappointed that he was now on his own. At the top of the steps there was no sign of the biker so I though I might as well cut my losses and move on. I headed back towards the van but on turning the corner towards the side street where I had parked there was the biker ahead of me. I put on a bit of a fast walk and caught up with him. He looked round as I approached and seeing it was me stopped and waited until I caught him up. ‘Alright mate?’ he asked. ‘Fine’ I said. ‘That cunt who just came in is a waste of space’ he told me ‘ he’ll hang about in there for half an hour now and spoil anything that comes along’ ‘I wondered about that’ I told him. ‘Where’s your bike then?’ I asked, pointing at his crash helmet. ‘Between those two trucks’ he said. ‘There’s no one in the trucks, they are local lads who park there overnight and go home’ We walked on as far as his bike and stood talking. It was virtually dark by now and with practically no street lighting and being between the trucks biker took a bit of initiative and felt from my cock which was still solid and rampant, then for my zip and had my tool out in his hand in no time. He had another gently suck then leant up and got his cock out for me to have a play with. His name, he said, was Rob. ‘I’d fucking love that up me’ he said nodding at my cock. ‘You reckon?’ I said. ‘Fucking would’ he replied, ‘would make a hat-trick for today’ ‘Fucking hat-trick?’ I said ‘what you had today then?’ ‘I met a regular mate in the Cattle Market at Dinner time’ he said ‘ and we went out to a quiet spot away from town for half an hour’ ‘Sounds great’ I said. ‘What happened’ He went on to tell me that is was a bloke who delivered coal who he had met a few months back. He said he had a massive cock which he couldn’t take the first few times they met - not many about to beat him for size when he’s hard, he added. This driver was also the most rampant bloke he had met he said - like that day he had fucked him and they had laid about for a few minutes and he had fucked him again and then they got back up to the truck he had wanted it again before they parted. ‘Fucking hell’ I said ‘and after all that you had something else‘? ‘Ah’ he said, ‘one of the lads at work gives me a good fuck now and then’ ‘That’s luck’ I told him, adding ‘I’ve worked on a fair few jobs where I’ve fancied a session with some of the lads but it’s never happened’ He told me he had been in the toilet we had just come out of about six months earlier and had been screwed by a man in his thirties who he thought he recognised but wasn’t sure. When they had finished the man had asked ‘don’t you recognise me? and he had said ‘no’ The man had explained that he was a plumber and working on the same building site for a contractor and had seen him about but until then didn’t know he liked a bit of cock. After that this plumber used to look out for him and as he was a plasterer, and often working on his own inside a new house the plumber used to come in and they would go somewhere, usually upstairs and have a session. That had happened that afternoon and been his second fuck of the day. Recalling things from earlier in the day made Rob rampant and I was a on full revs by the time he had finished. Almost without a word being said we moved from between the trucks towards the space between the unit and the trailer of one of them: hands and tongues went in overdrive as I slackened Robs jeans and let them drop to his knees, then pausing only whilst I secured a condom he turned around and bent over the truck’s diesel tank and I helped him score his hat trick for the day. The story could end here, but I was to stay with that contract for nearly two more years. Ross was to remain in the frame, so was Rob. The other lad I had seen with Ross in his lorry also turned up again as did the plumber that Rob worked with together with a few others including an eighteen year old Labourer, now a self-employed Roofer who I still see occasionally - and he was perhaps the biggest surprise of all. | ||
| Rigger Moderator Username: Rigger Post Number: 437 Registered: 03-2003 Rating: N/A |
Putting stories together does take a little while particularly if, like those which Andy writes they are detailed and well written. I can sympathesise with him from my own experience for not being able to contribute all the time - there just are not enough days in the week sometime to do everything we want to do. Hope Andy is still 'listening in' and look forward to further from him before too long. | ||
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Where's Andy Findlay when you need him? | ||
| Rigger Moderator Username: Rigger Post Number: 432 Registered: 03-2003 Rating: N/A |
Sorry there aren't many people posting Stories at present - come on Guys put your memories to good use. To help things along a 'repeat' below - one that was lost last year so new readers will not have seen it. 'Sorry' to those that have. Those of you that remember the series I did about working on Construction Sites will have something new before too long. I am re-writing that series - previously about 16 Parts but now up to 20 or so - and including some new stuff (and new mates) that I missed out before. As always I like to finish the series before I post anything but I'm well on the way. | ||
| Rigger Moderator Username: Rigger Post Number: 431 Registered: 03-2003 Rating: |
Saturday night on the Bristol to Derby train. In the days of railway carriages with compartments I was a regular Saturday evening traveller on the Bristol to Derby train. It used to leave Bristol around 19.30hrs I was usually at the Station by 18.45hrs and used to spend a few minutes in the subway toilets and although hit and miss was sometimes successful. It's long enough back not to compromise anyone, but one of the then Porter-Cleaners, a small youngish guy, was always on the lookout for a bit of excitement and we met from time to time. This particular Autumn Saturday was no different. Jimmy the Porter was in the washroom cleaning the sinks. He quickly told me there was a youngish bloke in cubicle 8 with a great cock which he had wanked under the wall but he didn't seem to want to come out into the washroom or the Porters room with the lock on the door! I went in to cubicle 7 and wasted no time in letting the shadow of me wanking appear on the floor. Sure enough an arm came under the wall in no time. I went down to enjoy the action. After a couple of minutes I got the invite to play back. I reached under the wall and was guided onto a lovely long thick cock. After a few more swaps the Guy in No.8 passed a note to me which just said 'sorry mate, got to get my train' and with that he was gone. When I went out Jimmy was still at the sinks. 'No luck?' he asked. 'I showed him the note' 'Fucking nice butch lad' said Jimmy 'and what a cock. I could have done with a mouth full of that.' 'Better have a mouth full of mine then' I teased, and followed him into the Porters’ room where he locked the door and was down on his knees accepting a mouthful of my rampant cock within seconds. Jimmy used to wank himself as he sucked and on this night he came off very quickly but kept going and finished me off soon after. I did a quick tidy up, said 'see you soon' to Jimmy and with my train due out in less than five minutes shot off to the platform. As usual the carriages near the stairs had a few passenger per compartment but I knew that further back there would be plenty of empty ones. The next to l |
