ERECTORS By Mike Austin nasstop@yahoo.com
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STORY LINE:
Josh and Mack meet on a construction job site. Both are foreman on crews working for different vendors. They become casual friends. Mack has a falling out with Greg, the guy he's been seeing for 3 years and Greg moves out of Mack's house. Josh is looking for a place with some ground, so he can plant a garden and give his rescue greyhound some room to run. They agree to try being roommates. But NOT before they get to know each other and their likes and dislikes IN MEN.
CHARCTERS:
Josh- Roommate; 30, 6', 200#, brown, blue, furry, former college football (running back) jock, speed and agility, lighter weight than most; construction foreman for Build Rite Services.
Mack- Roommate; 35, 6'2", 200#, black, blue, slightly furry, former college baseball (pitcher) jock, tall and a power pitcher; electrical foreman for ACME Electric Services.
Assorted Tricks- AND THERE ARE A LOT OF THEM
I.
After a couple of weeks working in the Texas Spring sun, most guys on the new construction site at #12 Ball Street, wore only jeans cut-offs. Josh McKenna led the Build Rite Services team. He'd worked his way up the ladder, beginning in high school and continued through Junior College, where he also starred as a top notch running back. After getting his A.S. degree, Josh accepted Build Rite's eventual offer of a team lead and then progressed to become their youngest Project Foreman. His cocky arrogance in high school and college mellowed a bit after a few guys whipped his ass in college one night in a bar brawl. Seemed Josh discovered his cock love in high school; but this bar, that night was no place for the dick-lovin' Josh to make a move on the pair of hunks, he mistakenly thought might be a gay couple. They beat him to a pulp, and he had to drop the Junior College football team due to his long recovery. He also missed 6 weeks of work and had to move back in with his folks for lack of a paycheck. Most of his classes allowed him to work from home, but his graduation was still delayed from Spring to year end. He never ventured back to the bar and getting back on his feet, found him happy to get back to work and get his own place. He stuck to cyber, phone, bookstore and repeat hookups for dick and as he completed his recovery, resumed his career progress at Build Rite. Two years later at 27, Josh was promoted to Construction Project Foreman, after building a top notch team. His cock-craves did not diminish and the round of dicks he sucked and fucked with was lengthy. One regular, Kyle, was being transferred overseas and had to leave his grey and white 3 yr old rescue greyhound. Josh was eager for a pet and after Kyle introduced Josh and "Rocket", the two grew close. Kyle's departure came. Josh gave him a final blow job, then led "Rocket" to his truck and left for his small garage apt.
The white 2-story garage with apt atop had green trim and was welcoming. As they climbed the stairs, Josh wondered how "Rocket" would react; then reflected on the numbers of guys who'd also climbed those stairs and left with drained balls. The garage apt was an open plan, with only the bathroom enclosed. The bright white interior with abundant windows, held spartan furnishings. A double bed, pair of mismatched nightstands and lamps, double dresser, pair of wire mesh utility racks in place of a closet, anchored the far end of the open space. In front, to the left of the entry door was the wall of kitchen appliances and a free standing square 40s aluminum table and matching chairs that somewhat divided the kitchen/eating area from the living area. In the remaining space to the right of the door sat a 60s long black vinyl sofa, round end table and lamp, his knock-off Eames chair and ottoman, all facing the long black triple dresser that served as his entertainment center for the big screen tv and stereo gear. The drawers beneath held vids and misc storage and Josh had modified one end bank of drawers to hold his PC and printer. "Rocket" stood beside Josh, looking around at the open space, then up at his new owner and waited for direction. Josh squatted to his new friend, unsnapped the lead, took "Rocket's" head in his hands, kissed his nose and told him to "go check out your new digs". The dog reluctantly walked away and sniffed his new home before returning for validation that this place was ok for him. Josh went to the kitchen. "Rocket" followed and when Josh pulled out some of the favorite treats that Kyle had given him, the greyhound sat as he'd been trained and slowly took one treat from Josh, finished it then took the second one. Josh led him to the sofa and after patting his hand there, "Rocket" climbed on the sofa and the pair grabbed an hour-long nap. Josh had paid a pet deposit to the owner, when he first learned of "Rocket's" situation and had agreed to take him from Kyle. The pair lived in the garage apt for over a year, when the owner caught Josh outside one day and advised he was selling the home and apt and wasn't sure about the new owner's pet position. The sale went through and Josh was looking around for a place to move with Rocket and an area for his friend to run rather than being constrained in a small space. His current lease was up in 60 days though and the new owner had made it clear it would not be renewed.
Mack had seen Josh on a couple of other jobs, both firms had worked, and found him hot; though a bit aloof. The former baseball jock had retained his workout routine, even into his 30s now and kept the torso that made him a "Wildman in the sack", according to his last boyfriend Greg. Mack reflected as he sipped a mug of hot coffee in the Acme job trailer, watching Josh out the window, perhaps not enough of a Wildman to keep that hot slut though, after their recent fight with Mack catching Greg in their bed with a guy he worked with at the local zoo. Greg and Mack met through mutual friends and began dating. The dating evolved into living together at Mack's place, a 2-2 place out a Farm to Market road south of the city. The 50s style one-story ranch had been remodeled several times over the past decades and Mack had last renovated the interior and exterior with upgraded electric, internet access and a replacement security system. The WIFI installation topped off the plans and Mack could light up the area and turn on his a/c or heat remotely and the motion sensor light and security system had recording devices as well. All that was missing was a Star Trek "Transporter", he mused after the last renovation. The tall Latin stud that he'd caught pounding Greg into the mattress was the final straw though and as the yelling began, Julio pulled his thick hard dick from Greg's ass and sped from the house to his own truck, disappearing down the long driveway. Greg sat upright, raised his hands and offered "I was horny and you weren't around". Mack told him to get the fuck out by the time he got back. Mack spun, hit the front door and after getting in his own truck, screamed "that horny little fucker be damned", before backing up, turning, following the driveway to the highway; calculating the distance he'd need to drive allowing Greg 30 minutes and not a second more, to be gone. He wondered, how many there'd been, how often, what was he not giving Greg? As he pulled back into the driveway, he found Greg's truck gone and every light in the house on. He wondered if he'd find it sacked? What he found was a note, the single word "sorry", which he crumpled and trashed. Thinking to himself, "that's the last one, the last straw, the last fucker that is gonna fuck me over", as he poured a shot of Tequila and sat at the patio table, engulfed by the growing west wind and nearing sunset.
Standing in the Spring sun, Josh felt he might be being watched from somewhere. After a minute, he shrugged it off, climbed in the golf cart they used on these big jobs, to check out the plumbing and then electrical contractor project status. As general contractor Foreman, he was the "go-to guy" for the client and he liked being on top of his projects to answer most any questions that might arise. He of course did not know that in the Acme trailer, Mack's left hand had been squeezing his own crotch while he sipped the mug of coffee and watched the hot stud in the sun.