Ute (mm)
by copsucker_99
Today I had to organise a guy to come in to clear away some rubbish that had accumulated in a storeroom in the basement of the building that I work in. It was pretty dusty and dirty and no-one that worked upstairs wanted to spend the time and effort to clean it up, and besides it was really cheap to hire someone to do the dirty-work.
I had to be there when he arrived and show him what needed to be done and just give general instructions. I was waiting around for a long time in the dusty basement before he finally turned up in his ute. While I was waiting, I started to get really horny as I usually do if I'm on my own like that, and started to think about the possibilities of sex with this (as I imagined) handsome, macho all-rounder and could feel my cock beginning to grow in my pants. I didn't really care about getting seen as nobody ever comes down to the basement, and if they do, you get a fair warning as the lift bell goes off before the carriage arrives at the floor. Also, I was wearing fairly loose fitting suit pants which would provide a buffer zone against others being able to see the bulge in my groin.
Anyway, there I was, daydreaming that I was on my knees, lapping at the enormous cock of a hot looking courier who was telling me what to do and how to suck on his big fat dick when I was suddenly jolted back to reality by the sound of a car horn beeping at the garage doors just around the corner from the storeroom.
I inserted the MIL key and the heavy steel roller door began to rise. I waved the guy to drive his ute over to where the storeroom gate was, not really paying much attention to him, thinking more about whether he'd be able to tell that I had a full-blown stiff dick hidden in my pants.
He pulled over to the side of the garage and got out of the ute and I realised that there was no way my cock was going to settle. This guy was fucking beautiful. He was wearing very tight King Gee uniform which he filled to perfection. He was about the same height as me but stockier and very masculine with a bit of stubble. It was all I could do not to reach out and start feeling up his solid body without a word, just like I was in a porn film where everyone is always expecting to get groped and not object in the slightest, in fact, it's their only purpose.
I introduced myself and shook his hand. His name was John and he had a very firm grip and that cute sparkle in his blue eyes as he smiled, almost like a wink, which I find very sexy. I began to randomly point to the stuff around the room that needed to be cleared out, and he just nodded and smiled at me, and I got the feeling that he was aware that I was a bit thrown by his sexiness, as he was standing just a little too close to me than you would normally expect of a perfect stranger.
I was finished giving instructions and began to feel that I was too obviously lingering unnecessarily, holding him back from getting into the work, so I said I'd come back in a couple of hours to see how he was going and reluctantly left him to it.
I went back to my desk and tried to do some other work, but it was hopeless. I couldn't drag my mind off the track that always led me down onto my knees in front of him, sucking on his massive meat in that dirty basement.
Finally I could stand it no more and had to try my luck to see if I would either get what I wanted or be exposed as some kind of pervert in his eyes. My experience told me that any guy as sexy as John was no stranger to sexual advances from both men and women, and more often than not, eager to get satisfaction no matter what the source.
I stopped by the canteen and bought a bottle of cold water to offer him so that he could take a break and, hopefully, stop work and relax for a while so that we could have a bit of a chat and I could find out if there was any chance of getting into his pants. I had butterflies in my stomach in the lift going down to the basement level and tried to think of some way to bring the conversation around to a point where John would realise that I was keen to get my lips wrapped around his dick.
The lift door opened and I looked over toward the storeroom but couldn't see John in there. I looked around and noticed him from the corner of my eye coming from behind a couple of parked cars, doing up his fly. I could see a dark wet spot spreading across the concrete beside the pillar behind where he was walking. He looked a bit embarrassed but I chose not to criticise the fact that he'd just pissed behind my bosses car.
"I bought you a refill," I said, smiling.
"Sorry about that buddy", he apologised, "I couldn't wait any longer, it's been a long morning and there's no toilet down here".
"Don't worry about it mate" I said, "it's not my car, I should have told you where to go anyway. Why don't you take a break and have a drink."
John caught the bottle of water that I tossed to him and broke open the seal. He raised it to his lips and took a long swig and wiped his lips with the back of his dusty hand.
"It's thirsty work, thanks" He sat on an old filing cabinet that was beside us. "Anytime" I smiled back. "How much longer do you think you'll be?" I asked, more to keep the conversation going than caring if it took him another week to complete the task. The longer it took, the more of him I'd see and the more chances I'd have of sucking on his cock.
"I reckon I'll be done by about 2:00 unless there are any interruptions. I may need you to give me a hand to move some of this stuff out of the way though".
"Sure, " I replied. "When you've finished your drink, I don't want you to think I'm some kind of slave driver".
"Let's go, I'll need this more later I think". With that, he jumped off the filing cabinet, which rocked loudly against the concrete floor, causing one of the drawers to open. I glanced inside and noticed a magazine rolled up inside. When I picked it up I realised that it was a porn magazine, straight unfortunately, which someone obviously keeps hidden down here so they can come down and jerk off when the pressure gets too much to bear. I was hoping that this was not one of those occasions, the last thing I needed right now was a crowd down here.
Hearing my exclamation of surprise, John turned and walked back over to where I was to have a look at what I'd found. "What's that? he asked.
I handed it over to him and said "Go for it buddy, it's not much use to me," letting him know that I was not interested in the spreadeagled women shown. He smiled and flicked through it for a minute and then tossed it back in the drawer and said to my absolute delight "Nah, that's not my scene either mate, I prefer something between the legs that I can hold on to."
We both looked at each other, realising that there was suddenly a definite possibility of sex between us. My heart was racing and pumping the blood into my groin at a rate that was making my dick surge out toward this spunky dude in front of me who was just grinning at me, not knowing quite what to do.
"Hey, what do you say we have some fun?" I suggested.
"OK by me mate, what've you got in mind, is it safe down here?" John responded.
"Yeah, no-one ever comes down here, except the owner of that porn magazine. I'd like to realise the desire I've had since I first saw you to rip off those shorts and see what you've got in there to chew on". I figured I might as well be as sleazy as possible, since we'd come this far, there seemed to be no turning back.
"Why don't we step over there into that storeroom just in case someone comes down in the lift. I wouldn't want them to think I was slacking off on the job. They might not want to pay me".
"Don't worry about that John," I replied, "I'm the one that needs to be satisfied with your work and from what I've seen so far, I'll be recommending some overtime".
Unable to resist the urge any longer, I reached out and stroked my palm across the front of John's King Gee shorts. I was glad to find that his cock was growing harder by the second, just as mine was. I tightened my grip and began to walk toward the storeroom, pulling John along behind me by the top of his shorts.
We got behind a stack of boxes for additional protection from any unwelcome passers-by and I used both hands to reach around and feel his firm butt covered by the tight cotton shorts. John mimicked my pose and we hugged tightly, each with a handful of the other's flesh, pressing our crotches together, stroking and exploring each other's back.
I looked into John's eyes and moved forward and placed my mouth over his. A lot of guys won't kiss, but John was not shy about it at all, he eagerly returned my passion and we tongue-wrestled for a few minutes, enjoying the closeness of each other and the heat of our hard cocks pressing against each other.
I eased a hand in between our stomachs and began to fiddle with John's belt, eventually undoing it and his pants as he worked on mine. We continued to kiss as I slid John's fly down and slipped a hand inside for my first touch of his red hot cock, throbbing and straining against his jocks. It felt great, really hard and hot.
I broke off our kiss and fell to my knees, keen to get a close look at his cock, still encased within his jocks, one of my favourite sights in all of the world. He was wearing a pair of white cotton y-fronts, which betrayed his arousal with a growing patch of moisture where the tip of his thick cock was covered. Keeping his dick in there, I began to work my mouth over the shaft and head of his cock, breathing in his masculine scent and I tasted his pre-cum, mixing with my saliva as I slurped all around his cockhead.
John leaned back against the boxes and spread his legs a bit more to restore his balance. He was emitting little gasps of pleasure as I did some of my best work on this horny fucking spunk. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have encountered him!
Eager to provide even more pleasure to this man, I pulled the front of his jocks out and down, allowing his perfectly formed cock to spring forward right in front of my face. There's nothing better than the sight of a guy's cock bobbing around involuntarily with each pump of blood, and each twitching of his muscles within licking distance. I released the fabric and it bunched up under his shaved balls, pushing them up toward my eager mouth.
I could clearly see a drop of his pre-cum lodged at the tip of his cock and with the very tip of my tongue, I licked it off and spread it across the roof of my mouth. He tasted so fucking good that I had to grab hold of my own cock and give it a few strokes. I pushed my head forward and felt the girth of his shaft sliding into my mouth and the head pushing past my tonsils. I gagged a bit but was determined to take the whole length and give John the best deep throat experience I could.
Finally I felt his trimmed pubes against the tip of my nose and held his cock deep in my throat for as long as I could before I had to release it and take a deep breath before going down for a second time.
John had one hand on the back of my head, encouraging me, and his other hand was inside his shirt, tweaking his nipples and he was moaning with pleasure. It seemed that each time his cockhead passed my tongue, it had released more of his delicious pre-cum for me to taste. I cupped his dangling balls in one hand while I continued to jerk on my own dick with the other. I could have stayed down on my knees like that all day and all of the night, but I felt John's firm grip under my arms as he raised me up to his mouth again and said: "You keep sucking my cock like that and you're gonna make me blow, I want to have some fun too". With that, he slid his tongue into my mouth, still slimy with his precum, and I felt his grip tighten around my dripping cockshaft as he stroked me a few times on his way down.
John squatted on his haunches, not wanting to get his knees all dirty from the floor, and I felt his hot wet mouth surround the head of my cock. God it felt good. I grasped the shaft of my cock and slapped it across John's face a couple of times as he tried to capture it again in his mouth. I could see a string of my pre-cum from the bridge of John's nose to the tip of my cock, and his tongue working hard to lick it all up. I thrust my hips forward so that John had no choice but to take my cock into his throat. There was a bit of pain as I felt his teeth grind against my glans, but it was worth it to feel the tight heat of his throat around the head of my dick each time I pushed it in.
"Oh yeah, suck my cock buddy, you're doin' fine... Oh... God!" The usual stuff was going through my head, and I wasn't sure if I was actually saying it or not, but it didn't matter, John was getting the message and began to lick on my balls while he pulled my cock like only a man can.
"Why don't we try a sixty-nine buddy, I want to suck on your cock too". I suggested.
John stopped sucking and stood up. He pulled up his pants and walked out the gate, which surprised and disappointed me at first, but then I realised that he was going to his ute to retrieve a blanket that he kept under the seat of the cabin. He carried it back into the storeroom and, smiling in that sexy, winking way said, "I'm always prepared".
We quickly spread the blanket out on the floor and he lay down and removed his shorts again, completely this time, allowing him to spread his legs far wider than previously possible. I drank in the sight of his naked form beneath me.
I knelt over his head and lowered myself down so that my cock was at mouth level for him to continue to work on. Before I had leaned over to take his shaft back into my longing throat, I felt his mouth and throat swallow my cock as far as it would go, and this time, there were no teeth, just a tight wet hole that felt so fucking good that I thought I'd be spoofing out my load any second.
I undid the buttons on John's shirt, which until now had just been pushed up to reveal his flat stomach, but I wanted to see and feel his chest, suck on his nipples and just enjoy myself without the restraint of any clothing on his body.
I leaned back for a good look at his firm chest, which had a light gathering of hair in the centre, which I love. I leaned down, trying not to dislodge my cock from his mouth, and pinched and licked at first one nipple then the other. John was one of those guys whose nipples really signal their level of excitement, and his were rock hard, like his dick. As I slurped all over his tits, my hands were busy playing with his magnificent cock, pumping it up and down with both hands, gripping tightly for full length, deep slow strokes.
All the while, John was sucking on my cock without missing a stroke. From this angle, I could feel his tonsils each time my cockhead passed them. John taught me a new trick as he was working on my cock: while it was buried deep in his throat, he'd kind of hum or groan. Each time he did that, the vibrations of his voice conducted through me like 100 volts and it felt really sensational. I think it helped that he had a fairly deep, masculine voice, I was so close now that I was in danger of spurting my juice right down his throat without warning.
I responded with a bit of deep throat moaning of my own, but it felt like I was just imitating what he was doing so I didn't persist. Anyway, I was too busy trying to lift John's legs up and lock his knees behind my elbows so that I could get my tongue into his arsehole. I was using both arms to hold his legs up as I buried my face in his butt and began to lick and slurp at his hole. John started going wild as he felt the hot wetness of my tongue in the crack of his arse. He was squirming around under me and really began to suck on my cock like never before. No sooner than I began to work my tongue into his hole, I felt his arse begin to twitch and felt the first shots of his ball juice shoot out onto my chest.
As soon as I felt that, I dropped his legs, grabbed hold of his spurting cock and clamped my mouth right over it, swallowing what I could of his load as it continued to spurt into my mouth. It tasted really great, as I just knew it would and I sucked his dick until every last trace of his cum was cleaned off his cock.
Within about ten seconds of John's ejaculation, I could feel my own spoof begin it's journey from my balls and I began to thrust deeply into John's throat as my cock blew
the contents of my balls right down into his guts. He gagged at first but managed to swallow most of my cum. What he couldn't swallow ran down over the stubble of his chin onto his neck where it gathered in pearly pools.
After I had finished, I spun around so that we were now head to head, lying on the blanket, and we hugged each other until our bodies had fully recovered from our first orgasm. I could tell that this wasn't going to be the last. John passed me his water bottle without a word and we both took a long swig in turn.
"Thanks, that was great. I've been so horny all day that was just what I needed". "Yeah, me too" I replied. "I'd better go upstairs in case they send out a search party for me. Do you think you'll be able to finish in here today?"
"I don't know," John was thinking the same thing that I was.."It's a big job, I might have to come back tomorrow and finish the job off properly".
"Funny, that's just what I was thinking. It looks like a big job, I might have to give you a hand again tomorrow, What d'ya reckon?"
"Yeah, though I was thinking that I could use more than just your hand."
"Well, Mr. Prepared, you better bring a few condoms with you tomorrow, I think there's another job that needs to be done around here."
"You bet, I'm just the guy to handle that," John had that cute winking smile back on his face.