Mike and Martin by Mike Austin
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VI.
Martin and I had our contract and general redesign plans in place. He had a couple of gay contractors he'd met/tricked with, over the past few years and wanted to use them. While one, Dominick had no insurance, he did have some incredible references and as a painter, if we had a self-insured medical and general liability statement secured, was a great option. I used him for some of my future jobs as well. Kirk was a good guy, 50ish bear with a modest crew, all of whom were gay, professional and talented/easy on the eyes. We had our kick-off meeting and Chris, the HVAC/Plumbing vendor was running late as usual, but I regarded his pricing as fair, he was a good guy and while married, walked on our side of the fence a few times in the past. His salt and pepper buzz cut added to his already masculine nature, and while quiet, knew his trade and eqpt. specs, assured delivery and scheduling times were always met or improved upon. He didn't beat you down with Change Orders/Add-ons and I respected that from all these vendors. There'd been a lull in work, and all the trades worked together, turning Martin's project around in his 30 day goal; astounding, given the delivery times being quoted by most suppliers. Guys from several of the crews `visited' Martin's apt and my house as well during their work at 1109 Hardcastle Ct.
Martin met Dominick, the painter and his cousin visiting Dominick from out of town, about two years ago, I learned. There was a birthday party, Martin went solo as a friend of the birthday guy, while Dominick and cousin Pascal joined the party via the birthday guy's partner, Jeff. Dominick was 6'5", 220#s, 30, built and a really handsome blue-black stud. Pascal was 32, similarly built but more caramel. Both sported huge dicks as Martin related and both, enjoyed spit-roasting Martin after the birthday party. Martin had no objections. Sadly, Pascal was not in the picture at the kick-off meeting but Dominick and I hit it off well. He's got a quick wit, great smile and laughter and is all pro when it comes to a work ethic and project. After the kick-off meeting, Dominick met with the two of us to better refine his calendar for this project as he'd be nearing the holiday period during which he often got very busy as clients wanted their homes or rooms spruced up for guests and family visitors. Martin assured him that if he had to delay because of other clients, there'd be no problem. That ended the follow-on meeting but not Martin and Dominick's "collaboration" that afternoon. Martin's phone call later, filled the blanks about their "home work" under the sheets!!!!!
The demolition was set to begin, two weeks after our kick-off meeting, on the Monday after Halloween. The 50 y/o bearish Kirk and his 6-man crew arrived early Monday, followed by a 40 yard dumpster that was set in place on Martin's driveway to facilitate debris removal. Martin had taken off that day, made an early donut run for the guys and had coffee brewed and at the ready. Kirk's lead guy, Terry was a lean lumberjack looking guy, short beard, a few tats, ex-Navy, 32 y/o, tautly muscled quiet stud, about 5'10" and showed a huge bulge. Terry and I would work together closely, and not just at Martin's house......Blake was Terry's brother, with a similar build, only 30 but with the same lumberjack appearance- short beard, dark brown hair and major bulge. From the looks of just this pair, I voted Kirk's crew my BIG TIME FAVORITE TEAM...LOL. Kirk had his crew split into two groups, Terry and Blake were leads with each having two workers and when needed, temporary laborers used as GoFers. Once Kirk, Terry and Blake got the day lined out, Kirk headed to a nearby Home Depot to get 4 day laborers to help his crew with the demo and debris haul out. The same guys worked on the project, and busted their butts making the demo work go smoothly for Kirk's team. Two of the 4 day laborers were fucking hot as hell, Latin studs, black hair, lean muscle, tight butts and figured them to be growers, not showers. Easy on the eyes though, whatever their dicks were. Finishing out Terry's team were Mack, a 40-something retired Navy welder by trade, who'd met Terry while stationed in San Diego and came out as a result of Terry; a butch bottom guy who was quiet, but friendly as hell, kept in shape, blonde beard with grey patches, 6', about 200#s and a sculpted butt meant to be fucked. Lastly was Hank, one of Mack's on again/off again tricks; a topguy who was an excellent carpenter, also 40-something and yep, ex-navy, logistics guy, lumberjack build and I'd learn, a dick of death swinging down his left leg. Blake was like Terry, brisk, very active and a lead type, take charge sort. His two crew members, Steve and Jack, had both been hired by Kirk, fresh from a high-school construction apprentice program and had worked for Kirk the past 10 years. Both were 28, lean, red heads; Steve more orange while Jack was more auburn, tats on both arms, both were growers, clean shaven faces, bright icy blue eyes and excellent workers. Martin had blown both at the ABS over the past few years. I'd seen them but not had the pleasure. As parking was a premium, and Martin's driveway filled with the dumpster and overflow materials staging, I'd offered the use of my driveway for overflow to minimize the on street congestion and any bitching by neighbors. The crews were used to it, Blake and Terry each picked up two of the day laborers, Steve and Jack carpooled, but Mack and Hank drove separately, living in different parts of town. They worked 7:30-4 with a half hour lunch. Most brought their own, but often would order pizza from the same strip center down the street, as housed the liquor store and ABS. The week one demo work went well. The pair of hot Latin day laborers (Guillermo and Adame) worked out so well that Kirk hired them. The other two faded, but covered the majority of the demo and materials staging before disappearing. Now having learned their trucks, I connected them when I saw them at the ABS. All were obvious horn dawgs. I'd not turn any of that crew away.
About a week into the reconstruction phase, I needed wine for a party later Friday night. It had been a grueling week at work and I was planning another trip to the client in San Diego and had already posted several notices on RECON announcing my return visit. I pulled into the parking lot and saw Juan's truck. My dick throbbed and throat gulped. I hit the liquor store, got several bottles of wine and loaded them in the SUV, then headed to the ABS. For a Friday night, it was slow and almost empty. My entry fee paid and vid tokens purchased I entered the hallway, waved to a fellow cocksucker then headed down the hall trolling for dick; translated into JUAN. The first GH was a dud. I knew the guy and he just jacked, never came and never let anyone blow him. The 2nd was a guy I'd blown off and on for a few years. He wasn't jacking and I gathered he was there to GIVE and not GET head, so again I passed; going to the 3rd booth; BONZAI it was Juan. His jeans were dirty, the t-shirt green and brown from grass/shrubbery and soil and he was groping his crotch steadily, but slowly. OMG I wanted him so badly and was determined to get him. Then he broke from the booth and headed to another, across the hall. My heart was pounding. I stood and knew which flanking booth had a GH and headed for that one. Again I knelt beside the hole, and Juan repeated his scenario; slow, steady groping. I risked running my finger along the bottom of the GH in hopes he'd respond. He froze. I froze. I repeated the finger swipe along the bottom of the GH. Juan removed his hand from his crotch. The mound in his jeans was pronounced. I finger swiped again and he turned to face the GH. I slipped two fingers through the hole and gently scratched his crotch. His cock throbbed in response, then he moved nearer the GH. I scratched again then he leaned against the wall, stuffing his swollen crotch through the edge of the GH. He pulled back a bit and I reached his zipper tab and slowly lowered it about halfway, then he took over from there and dropped the zipper to the base, exposing the Bike brand jock he wore and that hefty bulge it restrained. Again he leaned back a bit and drove his hand in the jock pouch, squeezed his cock and hauled it above the jock's waistband and tugged it out. He was semi-hard and the remaining bit of foreskin was already retracting as he stroked the growing fat dick before me. He was putting on a magic jackoff show just the other side of the GH and I was mesmerized. His stroke action slowed then resumed a rapid pace, before slowing again. Precum lathered his head. He thumbed it and sucked his thumb dry then repeated and stuffed his thumb through the GH for me to suck. I did and tongued his thumb. He resumed jacking. Slowly his pace ramped up and stepping forward, fed his hard thick cock through the GH for me to finish. I did and after just a couple of mouth pumps, Juan flooded me with this thick sperm wad. I gulped like a crazy man. I couldn't figure out how Juan came so much but was glad I got every drop he delivered. When done, he stuffed back in, zipped up, fled the booth and was gone. I stood, found the hallway empty, though vids played in a few booths. I'd gotten the prize I'd hoped for and needed to get home, shower, change and get to the party with my wine. On the short drive home, I savored the load Juan had given and wondered if he knew it was me? My stomach growled.
At the party, I couldn't wait to relay my ABS adventure to Martin. He was envious, then shared his own after work encounter with a new stud he'd met and helped get a place at his apt complex.