I work in a small town, and when I go home for lunch everyday I drive past this construction site. The construction had been going on for several months and a lot of very macho types are crawling all over the building, doing carpentry, roofing, plumbing, wiring and etc. One particular fellow attracted my attention. He must be at least six feet tall, slender build, with dark short hair and a beard. Even though it is winter and the workers are all dressed for the colder weather, he looked really cute and nicely built. I found myself thinking, "I wish that the job lasted until summer, so I could see what he looks like without his shirt on." I tried not think much about him, but went on with my routine. Then a few days, later when I went into the local deli and bakery for some bread, I saw him in there getting a sandwich, with his working buddies. Then when I stopped that night at the hardware store to get some things for a repair job I was doing, he was in the nuts & bolts section of the store. I glanced at him, but really did not make a real move. I am not sure that making a move on a guy in a small town is a good idea, plus I try to maintain a low profile. He said, " Hi, we keep bumping into each other." "We sure do, it's a small town." There are not that many places to buy nuts & bolts in our little town, or to buy a deli sandwich for that matter. He seemed very pleasant and not "on the make" or real super macho, which is my image of construction workers. He told me where he was from, how he got the job in town, what they were doing to the site, and eventually indicated that he was looking for a place to stay for the duration of the job. I was trying to decide if I thought he would be interested in a tumble in bed, but he seemed so straight and macho without being pushy. He was naturally masculine not in any way phony. So, I tried to put out of my mind any ideas of moving on him, of course I am not very good at being the initiator. He asked if I knew of anyone who might be interested in renting a room, although he felt that a room might be kind of confining. He was currently staying at the motel on the edge of town. God, what a dump that place is! I could not see anyone wanting to stay there very long. I decided that I would go ahead and take the plunge. "I have a spare room in my house. My place is not very big, but it is comfortable. I don't usually rent it out, because I like my privacy, but I would be willing to share it with you for the short time you will be here." Then I panicked, "what if he is a mass murderer..." I thought. I really didn't know anything about him. But, as he continued to talk, his warm voice and his friendly pleasant tone eased my fears. Opening my home up to a stranger, even if he is really cute, goes against everything I was raised with. He said that he would come by after work and move a few things in. He told me his name was John. Later that evening while I was making some pasta, he was at the door. I let him in and he was carrying a single duffel bag. I showed him the spare bedroom and he seemed very pleased to have a place to sleep that did not have crawling things. "Are you hungry, I was just making some pasta." Yes, that sounds great, but don't go to any trouble, and I want to pay for my share of the food." "That's no problem, we can work that out later" He asked if he could please take a shower, to wash off the filth from the run-down motel. I said sure, help yourself, there is plenty of towels in the closet next to the bathroom. I returned to the kitchen to finish preparing the dinner. After a few minutes the dinner was ready, I yelled to John, that it was ready, and he came out to the kitchen in a towel, wow!!!!! was he gorgeous. He was trim and shaped like a swimmer. He had thick black curly hair all over his chest, which came together in a line of hair that went down his stomach to the towel, which was showing a hefty little bulging, where a guy is suppose to bulge. I hesitated, but managed not tto drop the pasta, hoping that I did not stare too much. "I hope you don't mind if I eat in a towel, since we are all just men here!!" I managed to say "no problem." At least I think that it came out okay. I think I was madly in love with the wonderful hunk sitting in my kitchen.. He could have been on a calendar, he was really beautiful. Which month of Playgirl shows construction workers?? We eat and he talked about where he was from and we seemed to have similar likes and dislikes. I offered him a beer and had one myself. Eventually, dinner was finished and we cleaned up the dishes. The room was getting warm, probably from the beer, but maybe from being so close to this gorgeous hunk. As he helped clean up the dishes several times he was very close and touch my shoulder. He had a firm, warm feel. It seemed very natural, when he did it, but there was no real reason for the motion. As I washed the dishes and he dried, I mentioned that my back hurt. "Here let me help that, I give a great massage." He started rubbing my back, up and down the spin. What wonderful hands he has, he is right, he gives a great massage. I could feel my dick getting excited. The blood was rushing all over my body, but particularly to my crouch. Suddenly, he turned me around and kissed me, long and deep. The shock and the pleasure of his kissing made me almost loose my footing. I could only respond by holding him and sucking his tongue in. My dick was suddenly pressing against him, and his towel fell to the floor. He said that he had been watching me for several days when I went past the construction site, and that he was dying to get me into bed. Me? Good god, this incredibly good looking guy wants me. I will give him whatever he wants. He kissed my neck, massaged my chest and chest hair, and slowly moved his tongue down to my tits. He massaged them one at a time, kissing, licking, and then sucking them to make them stand up straight and hard. Lord, I was getting hotter and hotter by the minute. Meanwhile I tried to respond to his body, by doing the same, but he was definitely in charge. I had the feeling that he would take good care of me. We took off my clothes together, leaving them in a pile on the kitchen floor. He continued to massage and lick down to my dick, which was now hard as a rock and pressing against his body. Oh, his body, what a beautiful man. Strong arms, well shaped square shoulders, which were below me going towards my dick. While working the flesh of my butt, he popped my dick into his mouth and began a sucking action which was like a machine. Slurp, slurp, slurp........... I slid down onto my knees. As he sucked, he continued to work my cheeks, then he would come up for air, and lick my dick all over. He massaged my balls and my ass while he worked my dick in and out and around his velvet mouth. Never did I suspect he also had teeth, he was so smooth. I ran my fingers through his wavy black hair, gently moving his head up and down on my dick. I felt the juices rising from my balls. " Oh, God, I am going to cummmm!!!!!" That only made him work harder, he sucked my dick clear to the balls, up and down, up and down. I'm cumming !!!!! I'm cumming.. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! My dick exploded like never before, pouring my juices into his throat, he gulped in all my cum like it was a dessert....... maybe I was the dessert....... Then he licked my balls and the hair around my crouch, as I must have passed out.... At least I was in heaven. I felt him push my legs slightly into the air, and I felt a warm, wet tongue working my asshole. This was too much, I must have died and gone to heaven, where this beautifully handsome hairy guy is licking my ass. Then I felt his dick poking at my rear opening. OH! OH, I don't think I can take him. I have had dicks occasionally up to maybe seven inches, but I don't routinely, so I don't think I can be stretched that much. He was more like nine inches. I tried to object, but he whispered not to worry, he would not hurt me. He proceeded very gently, to slowly move his instrument in and out. He must have lubricated my hole enough, because it continued to go in. While I thought that it might hurt, it never did, and I am not an experienced fucker. I have only done it a few times. Well, he continued to go deeper and deeper. I was burning up, I felt that I was being penetrated by a red hot poker.... He kept pumping and pumping and pumping. He was even smooth in his fucking motions. He seemed like he had the grace of a dancer, not a construction worker. I could tell he was really getting close now. His motions were faster and faster, yet still gentle. Then he went wild with passion, and I felt such an explosion inside I thought I would have cum all over my internal organs... It was so incredible that I came off on myself again. He must have cum a half a dozen times, Shooting, shooting, shooting, into my ass. Oh, it was incredible. We laid there for hours talking, sucking, and fucking the night away. In the morning my mouth was sore, my ass was sore. I felt that I was walking bowlegged for weeks. He spend about six months with me and then he had to go into the next job site, in another town. But, we keep in touch and I visit him or he visits me occasionally. He turned out not to be a "mass murderer" but a really terrific guy, very caring, loving, and still ruggedly handsome. He has a little more grey hair now, but it just adds to the great guy image. (end, or is it?)
