Construction Raunch

By Leidolf Freyrsman

Published on Feb 14, 2014

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I woke up Saturday morning around 8-ish and laid in bed for several more minutes. It was a beautiful summer day and there was no reason to move.

Then I heard the banging across my back lawn and inwardly groaned. It was getting warm anyway. My blanket and sheet was wet with sweat.

So I got up, scratched my balls that were in a pair of what used to be white tighty-whities. They have since turned yellow and light brown stained with constant wear and use. I tend to change my underwear once or twice a week. More often if I am concerned that the smell will be strong enough to let on to my business colleagues. Even then I change back when I get home from work.

For me, only briefs are perfectly acceptable attire around the house. I opened the curtain to my back yard and watched the construction crew working on the house. They all pretty much wore the same thing. A white t-shirt, dirty blue jeans, and tan boots. One of the guys looked my way for a minute and then went back to what he was doing. I continued to watch.

After several minutes, the same construction worker turned back and looked my way again. Guess he could see me. So I scratched my crotch and stretched.

I was 6'4", about 200 pounds, and very hairy. My tan skin barely showed through the dark brown hair. I had buzzed hair and a short beard. My 7" cut cock was making up its mind whether or not it wanted to be hard or soft. Whatever the case, my pouch was becoming wet with pre-cum.

The smell of my dirty underwear did that to me all the time. And being watched by this construction worker did not help my condition.

After a couple of minutes, he went back to work and I went to make breakfast. As I was eating my eggs and bacon, I heard a knock on my sliding glass door.

It was the same construction worker. Shocker. I know. Now that he was close, I could see that he was clean-shaven, about in his forties, had short hair, a stocky build, and was just as hairy as me.

I got up, went to the door, and cracked it open.

Construction worker, "Hey man. Sorry to bother you. I forgot to plug in my phone and its dead. Can I plug it in here? I work just across the way."

I said, "Yeah - I see that."

Construction worker, "I know its weird."

I said, "I am wearing only briefs and talking with you. It really isn't the weirdest thing right now."

Construction worker, "Sorry to bother you"

I opened the door more and said, "Come in. You can plug in your phone. I will be here all day, so you can come grab it when you need it."

Construction worker said more upbeat, "Thanks man!"

As he come in, I could tell that he was sniffing the air. I pointed to a plug close to the door.

I said, "That'll work."

He said, "Thanks."

Feeling hospitable, I asked, "Do you want some water before you head back?"

He said, "I appreciate that."

I showed him where the glasses were and the water dispenser in the fridge.

As the water pissed into his glass, I took the opportunity to check out his behind. It was certainly muscle and his jeans framed it very well. I looked away when he turned around.

He stepped close to me and downed his water in several gulps.

I said, "Feel free to have more."

He said, "No. I need to get back. Thanks for the charge."

During lunch he came back and knocked on the glass door. I went over, unlocked, and opened it.

I said, "I will leave this unlocked. Just come in."

He looked like he did something wrong and said, "Sorry bout the door."

I said, "Eh. Some glass cleaner will clear that up. No worries."

He went to his phone, bending over the chair to read whatever it was he was reading. I could see the definition of his ass cheeks through the worn denim.

I said, "Dude. By the way. What is your name? Mine's Greg."

He said, "Oh - I'm Joseph."

I said, "It is hot out there. If you want, you can bring your lunch in here."

Joseph said, "I don't mind the heat and sweat. But I'd like to get cooled down a little."

He ran to one of the trucks. No shit. Ran. And then ran back.

Joseph said, only a little out of breath, "Only have an hour."

I said, "Have a seat."

I sat in the middle of the couch. He sat right next to me. I could tell he didn't use deoderant. His smell was fantastic. Musky and a little sweet. His t-shirt had wet patches on his chest, back, and pits. I could see his pec muscles and the barest hint of large nipples.

I was concentrating on him that I lost control and let out a reverberating fart.

I said, "Sorry dude."

He said, "It's fine. I get gassy too. And you should hear it out there."

At that point I just relaxed. He was a silent lunch companion. His sandwich, soda, chips, and cookie went pretty quick. Through it all, he checked his phone several times. Near the end of his meal, he let out a large belch that I could smell. And it smelled good.

He asked, "Can I use your bathroom?"

I said, "Sure. It's down the hall."

He went into the room, but did not close the door. I walked around and saw his jeans around his feet. He let out a little silent fart and then I heard his piss hitting the water in the bowl. He didn't react as I stood there watching him piss. As he was finishing, he pulled up a pair of grey boxer briefs and I saw the pouch get wet.

His cock was like him; short and stocky. And it was cut.

He pulled up his jeans. Then he walked out of the room, ignoring that I was there. He looked at his phone and then plugged it back in.

Joseph said, "This thing never holds a charge. Can I pick it up after my shift?"

I said, "Sure man."

He walked back to the site and continued working.

I got up to working around the house. Then as the sun was setting, I heard the glass door open and Joseph stepped through.

His shirt was soaked.

I said, "Damn. They worked you hard."

He said, "Yeah. It's good. Can I get some water?"

I said, "Sure."

Out of the blue, he quietly said, "I like how you smell."

I was taken aback for a couple of minutes. THen I said, "Same here."

He put down his now empty glass and looked at me.

Joseph said, "How long have your been wearing those?"

I said, "Several weeks now."

Then I quickly asked, "Would you like a backrub after your day?"

I am such a goof.

He said, "Yeah. I would like that."

We went to my bedroom and I had him take off his pants and shirt. His boxer briefs were stained like mine, but not as visible with the grey color. I could smell the dried piss, cum, and farts.

I said, "Lay on your stomach."

He laid on my bed with his arms splayed out. I kneeded his back, feeling the muscles beneath his skin. They were hard and warm from his work. As I got around his arms, I could smell his stench. It was intoxicating.

Joseph must of heard me smelling them, because he raised his arms higher.

His hairy pit smell was all I could smell for awhile. That was until I moved down his back to his ass.

I could smell his sweaty crack and stale farts. I inhaled deeply as I worked his cheeks. They were firm and I could feel them flex as he rubbed his cock on my sheets.

Reluctantly I moved down his powerful legs to his feet. I pulled off his socks and put his toes into my mouth. I licked the sweat off of each piggie.

I said, "Turn over."

He did. I saw that his pouch was wet with precum. And it had many stains on it. I was right about his nipples, they were large.

I rubbed his chest, paying particular attention to his nipples. I pinched them, tweaked them, and felt them grow. Joseph's breath also grew more ragged. Beneath my ass, I could feel his cock straining his boxer briefs.

So I moved down, making sure I rubbed his crotch with mine.

Feeling merciful, I pulled his cock out of his briefs. It stood up straight, glistening with the pre-cum flowing over it.

I could tell his underwear was as seasoned as mine. They smelled great.

But I wanted to work his legs before I got back to the prize.

He said softly, "Please suck me"

I said, "In a moment."

As I worked his legs, he started to moan. After rubbing his feet for a time, I moved back up and licked his balls. I put one in my mouth and then the other. I felt their fullness with my mouth and tongue.

I released his balls and licked up his shaft. He tensed and gasped. I took his cock head into my mouth, tasting his pre-cum. Then I slid down his shaft, using my tongue on his large vein. He really let out a moan then.

After a minute or two of my mouth, he moved his head to my crotch. He pulled down my briefs, smelled them, and then engulfed my dick. I could tell he was a pro. He teased the place right under my head. I was super hard.

When he could tell I was getting close, he pulled off and told me to sit at the edge of the bed. I did.

He then sat on my cock, impaling his ass in one swift move. After waiting for a few seconds, he rose up on his powerful leges and then sat down again. It felt amazing. I could smell his pits as he fucked me. It only took me a couple more strokes before I shot my load into his ass.

Joseph said, "If you can, take a leak in me."

I did not have to be asked twice. I let my dick soften for a minute, felt the familiar build up in my bladder, and then released it. As I filled him up, I could see him pound his cock hard. I held him closed and rubbed his nipples. He started gulping for air, his ass clamped down, and then he shot his load.

Once he calmed down, he picked up his briefs that had fallen to the floor and wiped off his cock. Joseph then got up off of me and went to the bathroom without missing a drop. I heard the familiar whoosh of my piss and cum fill the bowl. After he was empty, he let off a few silent farts.

Joseph came back into my room, knelt between my legs, put my cock in his mouth and cleaned it off.

He left his boxer briefs on my bed and said, "These are for you."

I handed him my briefs and said, "Even trade."

He took them, smelled them, and got dressed.

We've seen each other off and on as the construction continued.

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