This choice: Jog past a construction site • Go Back...Chapter #3Jog past a construction site by: Barry   ou slip your earbuds in and start your jiggling jog on the shady side of the street. You heart is still fluttering in your chest, the skin on your ass still warm from being smacked. You've seen your landlord ogle women before, but based on everything you know about him you're pretty sure hes straight. Whatever the Entity did to you seems to have made you of truly androgynous interest to everyone. Moreover, why do you feel like this? A day ago if you're creep of a landlord fondled your ass youd think about moving apartments. Now you were excited to come home tonight. What would Sam think? You pick up your pace, wanting to get lost in the motion of your run and not think too hard about anything.
Your jog takes you past a busy construction site, the bare-bones of a new apartment building shading you from the sun. The site is a bustle of activity, workers trying to get as much done as possible to beat the heat, and the sound of power tools and yelling surrounds you. You turn you music up, and continue your springy step down the street, not paying the construction too much mind.
You see three burly construction workers smoking on the sidewalk and smile at them as you jog past. Dimly over your music you hear someone yell something faintly, but assuming it just more worksite noise you pay it no mind. You are surprised therefore, when mid stride you feel two sets of sweaty arms curl under your thighs and hoist you up into the air. The loud bustling sounds of the site return you in a disorientating rush as someone yanks your earbuds out. The construction workers youd passed have pulled you off the sidewalk onto the dirt of the job site.
The two holding you turn around to face the third who lets out a loud wolf-whistle. "Holeeeey shit boy didn't you hear us yellin? It's dangerous for you to walk past site with all that ass, bosses cant afford the amount of workers comp you're lookin to cause ". Hes tall and broad, a thin sheen of sweat and dust outlining his toned muscles. All of a sudden he's right in your face, unceremoniously grabbing the back of your head and pulling you into a sloppy kiss. He greedily sticks his slimy tongue in your mouth. As he pulls away his hand traces down your back to cop an enthusiastic feel, while he swiftly undoes his tool-belt with the other The two holding you are readjusting their grip, digging strong fingers into the plush flesh of your legs, speading them further as they laugh dimly. The three of them reek of cigarettes and sweat, and their bodies, pressed close aroud you; are generating a huge amount of heat.
"H-hey fellas" you pant, heart racing in your chest, pretty damn sure you know where this is going "whats the big idea huh, cant a guy get a workout in?" Your face flushes further as squeak this out. The three workers laugh lewdly at this, the one facing you grins, cock now in hand. "Buddy, you can do whatever you want. But first, were going to the shit out of you." He lewdly slaps his thick cock against your toned belly, chuckling to himself. "I won the coinflip, so i get to do a little QA, think of this as a smokebreal to tide you over till lunch". He winks at you before giving you another sloppy tongue kiss.
His two buddies still have you suspended spread eagle between them, one hand on each of your ass cheeks, one each under the soft crooks of your knees. The pull you back towards them till you're resting back against their hot sweaty chests. You let out a soft sigh, and instinctively reach you're hands up to the faces of the men holding you. The one to your right, a bald black man with a stubbly beard, starts sucking on the fingers of your hand. He lets out deep satisfied noises as he works his tongue over your digits. The one to your left, a scruffy redhead, is rhythmically massaging your ample legs while making intense eye contact with the man making out with you. Under his breath you hear the redhead mutter "come on Tye fuck this whore. Tye I need to see you fuck him".
Tye breaks from you, leaving a long string of spit hanging midair connecting your faces. He reaches between your legs the back of his hand lightly brushing the underside of your aching nuts. Suddenly he hooks his fingere under the fabric of your neon workout shorts and in an instant they are hanging off of you in tatters. You let out a shriek on excitement, your chest heaving. With the same speed Tye lunges forward and spears your asshole in one thrusting motion. Your newly upgraded asshole gobbles Tye's cock up with the same giddyness Tye's tongue showed your mouth. Tye gasps as he begins thrusting in and out effeciently. "CHRIST ALMIGHTY. Call this kids mother and tell her we need three more just like this!" He hoots and hollars, insiting another peal of laughter from the ones holding you. Tye's pelvis slams over and over against your sweaty cheeks, rippling force through your hypnotizing ass. Tye grabs the back your neck with his left hand again as he fucks you on thia shady sidewalk. His other hand lazilly grabs your now freely exposed cock. In a teasing parody of his jackhammering thrusts, he slowly and deliberately works his hand up and down your cock. You let out a squealing moan, youve really gone off the deep end, you think. "I am everyone's whore" you say, mainly to your self. Thats what youd said in your dream last night, and it seems dreams really do come true.
As effeciently as he started, Tye finishes. You feel pump after pump of hot jizz flow into you. Your asshole tries desperately to keep Tye's retreating cock inside. "Hey now, dont worry man." Tye gives your ass a mock supportive squeeze. "You're nowhere near done!" Without another word to you, Tye tucks his cock back in his pants and skips towards a flight of stairs leading up. The two guys holding you pause their explorations of your body and haul you onto the jobsite proper.
"HEY BOSS" You hear Tye yell from up the stairs. "IT'S TIME TO TAKE A BREAK I THINK". As your palenquin ascends the first few steps you hear a further voice reply "THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BREAKTIME? ITS EIGHT OCLOCK IN THE GOD DAMN MORNING. GET BACK TO WORK YOU FUCKIN MORON". Your carriers snicker at this before taking the stairs two at a time to emerge in a large half finished room. The floor is covered in sawdust and miscellaneous construction garbage. Large beams of sunlight shine through the dusty air from large holes in the wall. In the center of the room you see Tye standing at makeshift table, plywood over two sawhorses. Hes talking to a huge black man in a hardhat, facing away from the door, pouring over blueprints on the large table. "Boss, im telling you, its breaktime. On my mother I swear I can make you agree with me" Tye points over the Boss's shoulder at you as you enter. "Ive been on your mother she's not that..." the boss stops himself as he turns around following Tye's finger. His face lights up, you're sure if you were wearing anything other than a Lululemon crop top hed be underessing you with those big brown eyes. "Fuck man, im a big enough man to admit when im wrong". The boss snaps his fingers at tye, gesturing at the table. Tye clears all the blueprints and levels onto the floor with gusto, before smacking the plywood surface. "Rob, Eddie, would you bring our new friend to the table over here so I may introduce myself?" The two men carrying you quickly bustle over to the table, setting you down on the edge of it near the boss, who sticks out a hand. "Heya buddy nice to meet you im Carl Mauser, just carl is fine though" you reach out a hand and shake his much larger one. "Hi Mr. Mauser. Oh uh carl. Im Ben". He lightly shakes your hand. His grip firm but not overpowering. "Hiya Ben. Now. Deadlines is deadlines. So we're going to not waste any time you understand?" You nod enthusiastically. "Good, now lets let off some steam huh boys?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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