Author's Note: If it is frowned upon in your community to be reading materials containing homosexual behavior, or if you personally frown upon it, I recommend you leave now.
This story contains graphic depictions of sex between a young adult and older men. The story is based upon true events, yet the characters are idealized or simply fictitious. People in this story don't recognize disease, the real world does. PLEASE? make safe choices.
If you liked the story below - Nifty's "Gym Shower Lust" Series is based on the same main character and is by the same author, but follows different and non-sequential plot lines.
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Daddy Hunter Part 2: Steve in the construction yard
** My name is Mike. I am about 5 ft 10 inches. 195 lbs with a football, muscle and fat, build. I occasionally have a six pack, but usually I just have a nice round belly. My biceps, pecs, and legs are huge though, and I've received a decent number of compliments. In essence I could be a cub if I were hairier. I've got decent 6 inch dick. I have short black hair in a military buzz cut. The other thing you should know about me is that I love sex. Particularly sex with daddies, coaches, etc. If it's a male role model, I want to fuck him.**
I happened to be driving with my friend, Brad on a warm summer day. Brad's a bigger guy too. He's much less muscular than me, and slightly chubbier. He has short, dark brown hair that he gels forward. He has soft eyes and full lips. He's also really fucking hairy. In essence, he's a cub. He's about 5 ft 11 inches and is around 190 lbs. Also, he's a big fucking bottom. He loves riding huge dicks.
It was approaching sunset, so Brad and I decided to start heading home. I was crashing at his place so it wasn't too big of a deal. Fortunately for us, we came across a construction yard.
"Fuck, Construction guys are fucking hot man" Brad muttered as we noticed the workers leaving the site at the end of the day.
"Yeah dude. I bet most of them are gay, this way they can be around guys all the time" I surmised.
"You think so?" Brad retorted. He had a devilish grin in his eyes.
I knew right away he was going to call me on my bet.
"I dare you to go in there and fuck a random construction worker." He stated.
I didn't need to be told twice. My bottom was itching for more dick, and beefy construction workers were just what I wanted. I parked the car in the empty lot, and noted that there was one more truck left. I walked towards the site casually. I wore a simple t shirt that stretched across my big chest and belly. My shorts were basketball shorts, and therefore knee length, but underneath I had my sexy white jockstrap which framed my juicy ass.
I spotted my prey right away. There was one worker left putting away his tools. He was about mid thirties. He had buzzed, black hair and seemed to be of Hispanic origin. He had a small goatee. He was muscular in the arms and legs, as expected of construction workers, yet his belly seemed bigger than most also, the perfect chub bear. I strolled over casually before I struck up conversation:
"Hey do you need any help?" I called out from a few feet away.
He looked up in surprise. "No I'm ok, thanks." He called back, returning to his tools.
I walked to the point where I was next to him.
"What are you doing here kid? Don't you know it's dangerous to be here?" He asked as he continued to put his tools away.
"I never really found anything dangerous." I responded in a smart ass tone. "Besides, I was wondering if I could ask you for directions."
The construction worker smirked and continued to put his tools away into a big box. "Sure kid. What do you need to know?"
"I was wondering, where is S_________ street."
The big construction worker pointed. "About a mile that way."
I bit my lower lip. This was proving to be way too difficult and way too slow.
"Thanks" I said. I then noticed that the tool box he was carrying was very big and very heavy. "Need help carrying this shit?" I asked casually, indicating to the box.
He looked up at me in surprise, "If you could spare a hand, sure!" He said, seemingly happier.
Moving that box was a bitch. By the time we got it to his truck, I was sweating desperately as was he.
"I'm Steve, by the way" He said as we both panted to catch our breath.
"Mike" I responded. Taking his hand.
"God damn, that box is big, made me sweaty as fuck" He responded, looking at his own white wife beater that was now translucent with his own sweat. "Fuck I need a shower"
I nodded. Without a word, I took off my shirt. Through the corner of my eye, I saw his eyes pop as he examined my chest. I didn't say a word, but continued to fan myself.
"Fuck you're a big kid" He responded as he continued to stare.
"Thanks." I responded, blushing slightly. "I turned 18 a couple of weeks ago."
Steve laughed, but kept a close eye on my half naked body. "Well, I bet you went out and got shit faced."
"Nope!" I responded truthfully. "I went out to a sex shop and bought this!" I stated dropping my pants in one swift movement revealing my jock and my semi hard cock poking through the pouch and leaking precum.
Steve's eyes bulged for sure. "Nice kid!"
I smiled. I had him for sure. I pulled my shorts back on.
Steve looked around for a second, before saying "Hey, can you help me fix something in there?" He said, indicating to the construction area.
"Sure" I responded nonchalantly. He smiled. The bulge in his pants was fairly noticeable.
I followed him into an area where they were erecting a wall. "Here, can you help make sure this wall is stable?" He asked.
"Fine" I said. I put my hands against the wall and spread my legs slightly. I felt him press up behind me, his hard cock straining against his jeans. His breath was at my ears.
"That's right kid, just hold the position like this" He muttered as he adjusted my hands against the wall and spread my legs further. "I can pay you for helping me fix this wall".
He pulled my shorts down, revealing my jock butt and my puckered hole. He began to lick my ear and the back of my neck.
"This good?" I asked, as I spread my legs farther and readjusted myself against the wall.
"Perfect, we'll get this wall figured out in no time" He growled as he pulled down his own shorts and freed his cock. He ground his cock against my butt, occasionally slipping his head through my crack, but never penetrating me. His breathing grew deeper and deeper. His cock head was leaking precum.
"I want to fuck you so bad" He whispered.
I turned around and fell to my knees before I took his entire cock in my mouth. He screamed in ecstasy and began working his cock in and out of my mouth. His dick wasn't huge, maybe 5.5 inches tops, but it was a mouthful. I took his cock all the way down and slurped happily on his pole.
"Fuck yea, my wife doesn't even suck dick like this. Fuck, suck my cock you jock whore" He screamed as he began shoving his cock down my throat, effectively face fucking me.
I slurped on his cock as he continued to shove it deep into my throat. Finally, he pulled me to his feet and spun me around. I leaned against a stack of wood as he examined my hole. I looked back behind me and saw him give me a devilish grin before he buried his face into my cheeks. His tongue probed my hole like an expert. Before long, I was moaning. My own 6 inch cock slipped out of the jock strap pouch and hung freely, dripping precum onto the ground.
"I can't take this anymore" He muttered as he stood up. He aimed his cock head at my hole and pushed in with certain pressure. I bit my lip as his dick punctured my sphincter. He wasn't rough, but he certainly didn't take his time. He pushed forward farther and farther until I felt his big belly come to a rest on my lower back. "You like my big dick in you?" he muttered.
I nodded, slightly dazed from the amount of meat he was putting into me. He started fucking me slowly, first with slow strokes. I moaned as he fucked me harder and harder. His breathing became rapid.
"Fuck yourself on my pole, jock whore!" He shouted suddenly, ceasing to move before delivering a stinging slap on my ass. I obeyed, and began to push back and forth on his cock, fucking myself. I moaned harder as my cock began to threaten to explode.
Suddenly, I felt him stop. Sensing trouble, I looked up and saw Brad staring at us.
"Don't worry, he's one of us!" I responded, pulling Steve back to my. I flipped myself onto my back. Steve kneeled down and reinserted his cock into my ass, before continuing to fuck me.
Brad arrived and pulled of his clothes, revealing his own 6 inch cock. "hey guys, mind if I watch?" He asked as he began jerking.
I moaned deeply as Steve got back into rhythm of fucking me. Steve looked up at Brad and licked his lips. Brad smiled, and moved closer, before inserting his cock into Steve's hungry mouth. Steve fucked and sucked like a pro. I was panting as he fucked me on my back while Brad savored Steve's expert work with cock. Brad pulled out suddenly and gave me an evil grin.
"Hey, want to spit roast this muscle whore?" Brad asked Steve.
Steve's eyes lit up with excitement as he nodded yes. Steve picked me up and put me on my knees, leaning forward. Brad stood in front of me and shoved his hard cock into my waiting mouth. I swirled my tongue around his thinner cock, enjoying the taste of his meat. Meanwhile, Steve re-entered my ass, and began fucking again.
As Steve fucked me, I felt his hands wander around my back, feeling the tensed muscles.
"I'm going to breed you, muscle boy" He growled. Sure enough, I felt him tense up and his dick spurt load after load of cum into my used hole.
Brad pulled out of my mouth and moved to my rear. The cum was already beginning to spill out, so Brad didn't waste time with lube. He shoved his cock into me, causing me to gasp in pain. He fucked me mercilessly.
"Brad stop! You're hurting me!" I screamed out in pain.
"Shut the fuck up jock whore!" He replied as he continued to pound me.
Meanwhile, Steve moved to the front and put his softening cock into my mouth to clean it off. Even soft, Steve's cock was a mouthful, effectively gagging me from screaming as Brad continued to fuck me.
Thankfully, Brad didn't last long before he dumped his hot load into my ass.
I lay there on my side, two loads leaking out of my ass and my own hard on leaking onto my stomach. Steve put his jeans back on and took out his wallet. He gave me a smile. I smiled back. "Here's my card, call me when you guys are in town. And here's 50 dollars for the wall" He said, dropping the bill and the card on my chest.
Steve left without another word. Brad looked down at me, a grin painted across his face.
"Fuck you man, you never fuck me. You're a bottom, why'd you go so rough" I muttered, half joking from my dazed state. Cum continued to ooze out of my used hole as it formed a river on the ground.
"I know" He responded simply. He sat down and pulled me to a sitting position, resting against him. "But I just got the best idea ever."
I was too fucked to understand, but his eyes gleamed. I closed my eyes and entered a daze. I felt Brad's mouth on my hard cock?
Here we go.
Daddies hunted to date: 2
Total Profit: $70
** End of Part 2**
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