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Chapter 4
I work too hard for the Wilson Construction company. The pay sucks but what do you expect, I have a criminal background. Wilson Construction is one of the few felony friendly jobs in the city. I did not hesitate when they hired me. I didn't even question the details to my job. Whatever I had to do to stay out of jail and keep my probation officer off my back I was willing to do.
I was so excited when I got hired for this job. Honestly, I thought I bombed the interview. I was dressed appropriately but I am not the smart man in the world, ya know what I mean. On top of that, people say I look intimidating, whatever that means.
The dude that hired me, I saw the way he looked at me. I know I got a lot of tattoos. But I can't get rid of my tattoos and I wouldn't trade them either. It took me too long to get all 22 of my tattoos. I tried covering them up the best I can. My whole arms and parts of my hands are coved in tattoos. I did my best to cover them up. It came with the life I lived. I am trying to straighten up the best way I can.
I am Carl Roberts. I was raised by the streets. I was selling drugs at 12 years old. I had to eat. I have been in and out of jail. The game is getting old. At 31 years old, I need some stability.
It's hard though with an arrest record. And looking the way I look. I stand at 6'2" and dark brown. In my hood they call me Midnight. I wasn't as built as I would like but I got some muscles on me. I know working in this sun doesn't do me any good.
Working on this hot day, I couldn't wait until it was lunch time. I was hungry and needed a rest. I was clock watching, we only had a few more minutes until lunch time. Not only was I hungry but I had to drain the main vein.
"Roberts, you done with the delivery?" I heard my asshole boss scream.
"Yes sir," I answered.
"Don't worry about Mr. Earl, Carl. He's stuck on himself. Be glad it's lunch time, the day goes fast after that."
"I know." I shook my head.
The lunch horn rang, I was off to the bathroom shed. I walked swiftly to the bathroom, I couldn't let anyone get there before me. I was not sure how much longer I was going to be able to hold my piss.
I made it there just to cut off Rob Mitchell at the door. This was the closest bathroom to where I was working, the cleanest and it was not a port-a-potty. The only thing about the restroom shed, it usually had a line especially during lunch. I never understood why. There was several port-a-potties around the site.
My dick was ready to piss on me before I could even get it out my pants. I quickly freed my dick out my workpants. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes and aimed toward the bowl.
"Ahhhhh," I moaned out as my piss left my dick. I shook it a couple times once I was done. "Fuck that felt good."
I wasn't prepared for a light to flicker from out of nowhere in this shed. I searched for the light and found a hole. I snickered to myself. I know what it is. I've been around the block. I grabbed my crotch and squeezed it. I wouldn't mind some head before I eat lunch. I chuckled to myself. Now I know why there is always a line to this restroom. They were going to have to wait they turn. Being in jail taught me a few things and one of them was never pass up some head. And from the line outside, it is good head too.
Giving my piece a tug, I stuck it through the hole. I didn't wait long as I felt a hand start to play with my dick. And my dick don't need much playing with to get hard. A couple pulls and I was standing at attention. I felt the warm mouth wash over the head of my dick. It is always a great feeling. It would be better if I could see them lips swallow my 9 inches. In prison, them pussyboys loved my dick and I love they mouth. Every once and while I would get a new bitch, one who had not been turned yet and that shit would have me on brick. I would want to give them my seed on the spot but I would hold off.
Whoever this is, knows what they are doing. My dick is being slowly swallowed and it feels great. Their lips are sliding gradually down my shaft while the tongue tries to pull my nut out. They got some strong jaws and they are going to need them.
"Yea, suck this dick," I encouraged this man. I know it's a man because I've never had female suck my dick a hard or as loving as a man. I know its crazy but I'm not complaining.
But now I am. Why did they stop? I don't want no hand. I want some of that mouth. I tapped the wall.
"Aye dawg, why you stop?"
They jerked my dick off some more. My dick gonna go soft because this shit pissing me off.
"Oh, mmm," I moaned as felt my dick being engulfed in warmness but it wasn't a mouth. I know this feeling too. "Yea, back that ass on that dick."
This ass was tight but not too tight. They were as talented in the back as they were in the front. The ass was literally pulling me in. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as they ass met my groin.
"Ah," they moaned.
"Yup, I'm in them guts," I stated as I tried to thrust forward to go deeper. Their ass started to slip and slide on and off my dick. The more they fucked themselves on my dick the wetter they got. I liked that shit.
I felt my stomach growled and I remembered it was lunch time. I had to give him this nut quick. I know he wanted it. I began to thrust the wall harder.
"Uh," he grunted.
"That's it, take this dick bitch." He was throwing the ass back on my dick. I could feel the ass muscles squeeze my dick.
I tried to grab hold to the wall so I could thrust harder. This ass was feeling better and better. It was opening up for me while massaging my dick. The wall began to shake, my balls began to rise, I knew my nut was coming and so did they. They picked up the pace of throwing their ass back on my dick. I hope the people waiting outside cannot tell what is going on in here.
Oh fuck, I felt an overwhelming sensation shoot through my ball into my dick. My seed was exploding out of me in five spurts. I could hear him gag and gurgle my load. I smirked at the fact he was having difficulty eating my babies but felt good because he wanted them.
"Shit," I moaned out. His jaws had my dick locked in his mouth. I was torn between pleasure and pain as he continued to drain me of my babies. I tried to pull out but he wouldn't let go. He just wasn't satisfied with my five spurts. Finally, he let my dick go as my knees were about to give way. I zipped up my soft dick and exited. All eyes were on me. They were smirking at me and groping their crotches as I walked out. Guess I gave them a little show and something to look forward too.