That Summer of Jake
by bossfo
Part 1
The other day I was stuck in traffic near a road construction crew that was working on the side of the road…and as I stared at some of those incredibly built men my mind took me back to that summer a few years back when I was working on a construction crew during one of my summer breaks from college.
I will admit I took the job for a few reasons besides money…and It was the opportunity to work among some of the hottest men around and getting paid for it. It was during that summer that a new guy was going to start working with us and the day he showed up was like my fantasy had come true. His name was Jake… and to say that he was built like a freakin house would have been the biggest understatement of all time. I mean he was a rock and the biggest man I had ever seen. By now you have guessed that I have a thing for muscle…always have and always will.
And from the looks of the other guys on the crew, I was not the only one that was looking at him. I'm 6' and weigh around 225 and had been hitting the weights for a few years, and have a pretty decent body to show for it.
But, seeing Jake made me feel incredibly small. He was about 6'2" or so tall and my guess was that he must have weighed in close to 300 pounds (later that summer I was to find out that he actually weighed 345 pounds). He had what looked like at least 24" arms with what looked like hoses snaking up and down his massive arms and triceps that could only be described as two hams hanging off his shoulders. I know that he had a neck, but I was hard pressed to see it as his delts and shoulders were so massive that it was like he had one giant muscle going from his neck to his shoulders. And his chest…well even though he was wearing a tight white t-shirt, I could tell he had pecs of death. (and I for one could not wait to see this muscle beast with his shirt off…and something told me that would happen very soon). His waist couldn't have been more than a 34 and I could also tell by the fact that his jeans looked like they were spray-painted on that he has some massive thighs underneath. The foreman introduced him to the crew and he flashed one of those pearly white smiles that would melt iceinstantly. Now besides being incredibly built, he had sandy blonde,hair and the most incredibly green eyes…along with the scruff on his face …well I knew right there and then that it was going to be really hard to concentrate on work…boy would that ever turn out to be true.
Now just by the looks of him we knew he was a powerhouse, but man did we underestimate how strong he was… and how soon we would find out. For the first couple of days we were working on the site and he was getting to know some of the guys..turns out he is really easy to talk to and a genuinely nice guy.
I think it was towards the end of the first week that we got an idea of just how strong Jake was. The foreman told us that we were going to be building some sort of a road in the complex and that he would need some of the Jersey Barriers moved to a new location. If you're not sure what Jersey Barriers are…they are the concrete slabs that are used to divide lanes of a freeway or to block traffic when construction is taking place. They are constructed with two slots in the base that are used by a forklift to move them where they are needed and even though I have never weighed one of them they are at least 20 feet long and 4 feet high and must weigh at least a ton or more.
The forklift operator is Manny and the foreman was looking around for Manny as he wanted to get the barriers moved as quickly as possible to the other side of the complex by loading them onto a flatbed truck. Manny was nowhere to be found but Jake spoke up that he would take care of it. Now the foreman assumed that Jake was going to use the forklift to start moving the jersey barriers…but boy was he wrong.
Jake proceeded to walk over to where the barriers were and he squatted down and reached his two hands in each of the slots near the base of the barrier and simply started to stand up as if they were made of Styrofoam. After he rose to a standing position he simply curled the barrier upward and walked over to the flatbed truck and placed the barrier on the truck. My heart was racing while I was watching this…and I was also getting a massive hard on. There were only a few of us around and he glanced over at me and gave me a smile. I swear he knew that I was getting totally turned on. There were about 30 or so barriers that needed to be moved and he went on to the next one. Now you gotta picture in your mind how big his arms were getting with each barrier he lifted. You could literally see the veins throbbing with blood as his pump got bigger and bigger. By the time he was about half through he was sweating a little which caused the t shirt to cling to his moist skin… which made the viewing only better for me. It was about this time that he decided to get a drink of water from the portable containers that were placed around the site. And of course, where was I watching from. As he approached the water and got a drink I was trying to think of something to say without sounding like a complete idiot…and all I could come up with was " Wow, you really are strong!"…and so I did sound like an idiot. But, he was so cool he just smiled and thanked me for the compliment… and told me that this was just one small example of how strong he was… I then came up with some lame excuse about how long he had been working out and he said we could talk about it sometime…after he finished with the barriers. Now, as you can imagine my head was swimming at this point as I watched this total muscle stud finish off the remaining jersey barriers with ease. He caught up with me a few minutes after he finished and just looked at me and said " check these out"..at which point he started doing a double bicep pose. His biceps were so pumped and so big, I was getting another major hard on and he must have noticed as he commented on how much I must like muscle. My mouth was completely dry and all I could think of was how much I wanted to feel how hard those rock hard guns were….
I was also pretty amazed at the fact that his t shirt seemed to be holding up despite all the abuse his arms and body were giving it….deep down I was hoping to see him completely rip the sleeves of the flimsy cotton… but not this time. All I could think of is that I knew I would need to jerk off real soon or I was going to blow a major load in my jeans.
The next incident only blew me away even more. We were pouring concrete slabs and while the cement mixer was being moved to a different location, the driver must have run over a nail or something as he managed to puncture the two rear right side tires. The "normal" way to change a tire on one of these trucks is to call someone in that has a strong enough jack to lift both the weight of the truck and the concrete. And since we had only been working on the concrete for about 30 minutes, the cement mixer was pretty full…. Which only added to the total weight. Now as I watched the driver examine the flat tires and curse about the situation, deep down I was hoping that Jake would again come to the rescue and show me ( and the others) another example of his Herculean strength. Ah, its so nice when your wishes come true…. As Jake approached the truck I filled him in on the situation and I was in the mood to be a little bold so I turned and faced him and basically asked him what he could do to fix the problem. Again, that killer smile was flashed at me… and he turned to me and kind of whispered to me to watch…as " this ones for you"… He started talking to the cement mixer's driver and the next thing we knew there were two new tires and a heavy-duty wrench with an air compressor brought in. Now Jake asked the driver if he was ready and he gave him a thumbs up. He then started loosening the lug nuts of the tires just enough to keep the wheel on, but loose enough to take the tire off. He then gave another thumbs up and what I saw next freaked me out even more. Jake simply reached under the mixer and there was a bar that went across from left to right and it was attached to the frame. He grabbed the bar in a pretty wide grip and squatted down so that his muscle butt was about a foot off the ground. He started to stand up… slowly at first. Now besides the pure sight of this hunk of muscle in front of me…he was grunting at the pure exertion that was needed to lift the combined weight of a cement mixer and its contents off the ground. I had no doubt in my mind that he could achieve this task…and I was right. When he was standing upright… the wheels were not quite high enough to take the flat wheels off and the driver simply yelled "higher"… with that Jake actually turned his head to the left… where I was standing and looked straight into my eyes for a second then did something that again just made my cock as hard as a rock… He actually lifted the truck higher by curling it….as if it were an ordinary barbell. And the driver took the old tires off and put the new ones in place and finished this in about 3-4 minutes. He signal led to Jake that he could lower the truck… But, Jake had other things in mind…and again…that quick glance over to me… and I could almost read his mind.."this ones for you bud" and he started to curl the combined weight of the truck and cement. The driver was in shock..but I just stood there trying to hide the major hard on that would not go away. While curling the truck a few more times he became even more vocal in his attempts. He grunted that he wanted at least 12 reps…. I also began to notice that he was actually sinking a few inches into the ground due to the awesome poundage he was tossing around. By the time he got to 10 reps… I got my first wish.
His arms were getting so pumped up that the t shirt could not hold back his massive triceps and biceps any more… and the seams started to expand…and on the 12th rep they simply could not take any more of his massive arms…and there was an audible rip of fabric. I also noticed that his jeans seemed to be getting a little tighter… but no luck.. they held up. He did three more reps and finally lowered the truck down. The driver came over and thanked him for helping him change the tires… and commented on how strong he was. Jake just shrugged it off and walked over to where I was standing… and his only comment to me was " so..did you like the show?" and he again flashed that killer smile at me. Ok, now I have no idea what kept me on my feet at this point as it felt like every ounce of my strength and ever drop of air in my lungs had vanished as well as the fact that my mouth felt like the Sahara desert…. Its too bad there were a lot of the other crewmembers around that were congratulating and speaking to Jake now…as I really wanted to be alone with him. I also got the same feeling from him…
Yes, he enjoyed the other guys complimenting him on his awesome strength and muscles… but I think he truly knew down deep that I wasa true fan of muscle… While he was talking to the other guys…I kind of smiled at him and walked away… the fact was that I needed to get to one of the porta potties real quick and jerk off to what I had just witnessed.
Part 2
Ok.. so by now I have figured out that not only is Jake one freakin powerhouse, but he actually seems to enjoy the thought of others getting off on his body and his feats of strength… with me being his #1 fan and him knowing it.
Later on as the day was winding down and my hard on was not as rock solid Ispied Jake talking to some of the guys near one of the buildings that wasbeing put up. It was going to be a 5-story office building or somethinglike that. I casually walked on over to where the group was noticed thatthe foreman was there and they were getting ready to move onto the nextphase of the project which was to put up the steel infrastructure of thebuilding. My heart started racing as I approached the group of guys andnoticed that Jake was aware of my presence. The foreman had given the crewtheir next instructions and he went off to supervise another group of guys.
Near where they were standing was a pile of steel I-Beams that were to beused in the building and I just thought to myself that I would again be boldand see what he could do to those I-Beams. Most of the group started goingabout their business but when I approached Jake he said in that low gruffvoice of his.. " whats up bud… what can I do for ya" .. ok, so here is my opening. I started talking about some of the things he had accomplished earlier in the day and just flat out asked him if he thought he was strong enough to bend one of those I-Beams. Again, that killer smile of his was flashed and he looked at me and whispered, " You really do get off on muscle don't you?" and my only response was " yup, so now lets see what you can do with that I-Beam" I must have pushed the magic buttons for him because I could just sense that he was totally into showing off how strong he was. It was like we could read each others minds… he knew that I was 100% into muscle and he was just the stud that was going to fulfill my fantasies (much later on we talked and he confided in me that this was the turning point in nour relationship as he had always been looking for someone that he could be with and get along with and that would be into his body and his love for showing off) Little did he know that I would have been willing to do anything he asked just for the chance to worship him and every muscle in his body.
Jake kind of strutted over to the pile where the I-Beams were…to size them up. The beams were about 10 feet long and looked like they were at least 3 or 4 inches thick…and I had no clue how much they weighed. It was so cool to watch him perform and even though there were a few others around, it was like my own personal muscle man performing for me. He told us that he was going to place the beam behind his neck and balance it on his traps and use mostly his biceps to bend the beam. There were some in the crowd that doubted he could do it, but not me. I knew he could do it…and so did he. He bent down and with a wide grip he actually lifted the beam as if He curling a barbell and then he stood up with his meaty paws around the beam and said he had to figure out how heavy it was and the only way to do that was to curl it a few times… so here he was in the late afternoon sun… getting ready to curl a freakin steel I-Beam. And yeah, you guessed… I was already hard as a rock. He turned and faced me… and it was weird because even though no words were spoken by him… the look on his face said it again… that this was for me. Slowly he curled the beam upward towards his massive chest all the while the sound coming out of him was basically a deep grunting that sounded so animal-like… "GRRRRRRRRR" The beam and gravity were no match for Jakes massive bicep muscles and finally the beam touched his chest and he lowered it down. Someone yelled out… " So how much does it weigh??" and his response was that it felt like at least a thousand pounds of so… Thank god no one was looking at my crotch otherwise they would have noticed a wet stain that was getting bigger as time went on. He hadn't even started bending the I-Beam and I was already pre- cumming. Damn that man has no idea what an effect he has on me….or so I thought!
I was remembering that he said he was going to try and bend the beam Behind his neck and was trying to figure out how he was going to get the beam to where he wanted it… when he suddenly started to press the beam straight in the air… holding it there for what seemed like an eternity to me. You gotta picture this. This total muscle stud of mine (yeah I'll call him mine) was standing before me with a 1000-pound plus I-Beam pressed over his head. There were beads of sweat that were slowly trickling off his forehead as well as his arms…. All I could think of for that brief instant is how much I wanted to go over and just start licking that man's sweat. The desire I had to go over and just start to lick those juicy and sweaty pits of his was overwhelming for me. Then he started to lower the beam behind his neck slowly till it reached the point where it was resting on his mountainous traps. Now he must have been feeling a little bold himself as he looked at those of us that were watching… and more specifically..ME… and he said "OK, bud you asked for it…"
His mighty arms were fully outstretched at this point with his hands Wrapped around as much of the beam as possible. I could see the veins on his entire body start to pop and expand as he started applying his intense power to defeat the I-beam… even the veins on his forehead were visible. And at this point he was getting a little verbal… as if he were talking to the I-Beam as if it were a person. "Come on you freakin hunk a metal, you're no match for this muscle stud" he bellowed… and about a minute or so after he started to outmuscle the steel I-beam… it started to creak a little.. It was hardly audible at first, but then it got increasingly louder as if the steel in the I-beam was screaming for mercy. But, Jake was not about to show it any mercy. His powerful arms kept increasing the pressure on the beam till we could slowly see the beam start to curl inward and begin to form a horseshoe shape. In this battle of muscle vs. steel… steel was losing badly…. Then the steel beam started to curl inward more and more until it was like he was bending taffy. Finally the he was able to get the two ends of the I-beam to meet and he knew he won the battle… This whole scene must have lasted about 10 minutes, but in my mind it was like An eternity… My wildest fantasy man was standing less than 20 feet From me… Mere words cannot describe the feelings that were going through me head at this point….
Jake lowered the I-Beam to the ground… and a couple of the guys came over to congratulate him… and of course he was very gracious to them… knowing full well I was the one he wanted to speak to. There was a building nearby and Jake kind of motioned to me to follow him to the building. It was a storehouse for the construction equipment. Ok, now here is where I became so crazed with desire that I actually had to remember how to walk… He went behind the building and I followed him there… he had only gotten there a second or two before me… but just enough time to be standing there…
He looked straight at me… and said " well …what do you think of this Muscle stud now?" and he proceeded to start the most awesome double Bicep flex I had ever seen. I have no idea what came over me… but my response was " take off your shirt… I want to see more" to which he proceeded to take off his sweat stained white t-shirt… I walked as calmly as possible over to him… and without even thinking I started to knead his might pecs with my hands… and he started purring like a cat. It was like running my hands over a wet granite counter top… His pecs were wet with sweat, but still hard as a rock…. He stopped long enough to grab me by my arms and pull me closer to him and his words were " so … you like what you see?" I just licked my lips and started to chew on those magnificent pecs of his….and this just sent him into orbit…
Part 3
I continued to chew on those pecs for what seemed like an eternity all the while he kept moaning with pleasure all the while my hands were exploring other parts of his rock hard body… and my hard on was now getting painful… and I knew I had to release soon or I would explode…. Again, jake seemed to know what I needed as he peeled me off his pecs and now there was less than a foot between both our chests…. Slowly he grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me with ease till my throbbing cock was at jake's mouth level… and he uttered only two words…"feed me"…and again not knowing how I did it, the next thing I knew was my cock was being swallowed and sucked dry by jake…. How many times I exploded that first time is still a mystery to me… but sufficed to say..Jake was pleased… as he greedily sucked every last drop… stopping only to wipe his mouth with his hands and placing me back on earth! My next thought was that it was my turn to take care of him… but before I could he told me that there were a few more things he wanted to show me…. Now how could I argue with this???
Part of the building site was an old granite quarry that had been unused for many years and the contractor was planning on incorporating part of the granite wall into the building design. To accomplish this, walls of the quarry had to be smoothed out using heavy equipment and drills.
Jake pulled me towards the far end of the site… and since it was near the end of the day, he knew most of the crew would be leaving soon… When we got to the far end of the site..I had no idea what he had in mind…as all I could see was what looked like an indented grotto in the granite face of the wall. The finishing team had not gotten to this area and thus the indent which probably held a large piece of granite many years ago, before being blasted out leaving this hole in the side of the quarry. The size was not that big… maybe four feet wide and just under six feet from bottom to top. Jake smiled as he looked at the hole in the granite… and I have To admit, I had no idea what he had in mind except that he had that smile on his face again…which only told me he was planning on another show..for my benefit.
Slowly jake crawled into the hole in the quarry, and having to squat down a bit as it was just not tall enough for his height.. To me it looked like he just didn't fit in the space, but later he confided that this was exactly what he was looking for…
He looked me straight in the eye and said that he had gotten the chance to show off his muscle and power before to other guys..but no one was more appreciative and "into muscle" as much as me… and again uttered, "this one's for you"…
With that he squatted down even lower to the ground…to the point where his muscle butt was just barely touching the ground and his hands were raised above his head in what looked like a shoulder press position… and his thick traps were actually touching the top of this space. His body was positioned now so that his feet were firmly planted on the ground and it appeared that his hands were supporting the ceiling…
Then he started to stand up… I finally figured out what he was planning… he was going to try and press thousands of pounds of pure granite upwards using only his strength. He was counting on using the power of his solid and thick legs along with the muscle power of his tri's and bi's in combination with his massive and thick traps…
At first there was no movement at all… just the sound of jake barking at the granite to move and literally commanding it to move… but with each passing moment veins of every shape and size began to sprout from everywhere… he had a spider web of veins snaking up both his legs as well as across his chest and arms. Along with this there were streams of sweat pouring off his chest. Deep down I knew he was going to be able to move the granite, but I just couldn't even imagine what I was about to see next… about 5 minutes of jakes' intense muscle pressure from the combo of his legs and upper body… I could see that the granite was actually beginningto move… and little fissures and cracks were appearing in the wall of the quarry as the rock in the walls was fighting against the increasing pressure of jakes' intense muscle power… During this whole time he did not take his eyes off me… and between gritting his teeth and screaming at the rock… I heard him cry out… "ok, now its time for some real muscle action.." and with that it was as if he commanded the strength in his muscles to increase… as the next thing I knew… he was starting to stand straight up, his hands still outstretched… and now the fissure started to grow and expand in the rock above his head and continued upward into the face of the wall… with the granite on each side of the fissure being displaced…
Every inch of his body was now glistening and the sweat was pouring off his body.. A body which was now so pumped up that the first thing that came to my mind was that I was actually looking at what looked like one of the greek gods…
Somehow, jake had managed to push up with enough force that he caused what looked like at least a 2 foot upward movement in the rock wall….. In my mind I was wondering why the rock was not crashing down on him, but I guess the way he was pushing upward. formed a wedge that allowed the rock to move then remain stable…
Whatever the case… jake then proceeded to exit from the grotto And walk towards me… with sweat still streaming down his body… and the closer I got to him, the more I could feel the heat literally pouring off his body in waves… and the veins that I saw appearing a few minutes ago…were still throbbing with blood… words cannot describe what he looked like to me at this point… when he was close enough I started to massage every square inch of his body… with both my hands and tongue… and it was as if I could actually feel the strength oozing from his pores… his body, rock hard and glistening… put me in such a trance like state that I did not even realize that I had blown at least two loads without even touching myself.
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