Sunday afternoon
Somewhere after 1:00 pm
This guy was a Construction Foreman. It was a beautiful Sunday morning. And on Sundays, he did what was expected of him: went to church with the wife and the kids, made nice and chatted with people he could care less about, and even stayed for the coffee hour.
He chuckled to himself, ‘This coffee tastes like shit, but these old gals sure know how to make cinnamon rolls!’ He always told his non-churched buddies that the cinnamon rolls were the only reason why he ever went to church. The rest was bullshit.
After all that, he dropped the kids off at their friend’s house. They had a softball game organized, and they’d be gone all afternoon. Then he stopped by the in-law's place where his wife spent most Sunday afternoons chatting with her mother.
‘I haven’t got a clue what they talk about,’ he said to himself, ‘they’re on the goddamn phone every day.’
He waved back at Grandma, saying his hellos and goodbyes. Now, the rest of the afternoon was his. He needed this alone-time after all didn’t he? To do with whatever he wanted. And today? He was going to head to the river for a little well-deserved fun.
The Miller’s River ran right through the town, cutting it in half. A boulevard bordering the river on both the north and south sides had several parks along the drive. There were benches to view the scenery, several family picnic areas, a couple of ball fields even, and ample parking.
Once you left the town, the riverbanks were covered with densely wooded areas. Every so often there’d be a “pull-over”, as the town called them, to park and wander around on your own. Many townsmen hiked along the wooded trails. Some skinny-dipped in the pools formed by huge boulders acting like dams. Others scouted for similar, like-minded men looking for some relief. This was what The Foreman had in mind as he pulled over and parked in one of the outer pull-overs.
The Foreman had heard about what goes on down by the river from buddies on his crew. Once he got the balls to try it, he was hooked. For him, physical work always sets his hormones on high alert. The level of exertion gave him a buzz like nothing else. Some days he had half a boner as he worked the site. After a day like that, he would go home and choke the chicken, taking care of himself, releasing all that driving testosterone before dinner. Afterward, he was so relaxed. It always made the evenings easier to take. But once he found this place, and a few others like it, this became his regular stop-off after or between things.
The Foreman was the type of guy who always wanted someone new. Alike some of his buds, he didn’t like meeting up with the same guy or guys. For them, it provided a kind of security. The Foreman, on the other hand, didn’t like it when a guy thought he knew him or knew what he wanted or liked. He didn’t want anyone to get used to him, or rely on him too much.
No, sir, none of the guys he ran into were any more than a hungry mouth. The Foreman realized he got off on the anonymity of it all. The naughtiness he felt. The dirty boys getting up to what they got up to.
Today, when he wandered closer to the river than usual, he came across a young man, a kid really, no more than eighteen or nineteen. He sat naked on a rock, staring back at him. The kid had a boner, quite a sizable one at that, and leaned back against the rock to show it off.
The Foreman, gave the kid a grin as he walked up to him. He did feel a bit odd about even approaching him, though.
‘I mean, this guy was so young. He could be my son’s age,’ The Foreman thought.
But since he had already walked around quite a bit and saw no one and his horniness was catching up to him, he thought, ‘Why the fuck not?’
As he approached, the kid scooted to the edge of the rock and grinned right back up at him.
“Howdy there, kid,” the Foreman said in greeting.
The kid chuckled and said, “Why don’t you let me show you that I’m no kid.”
The Foreman laughed and took a step closer. The kid unfastened The Foreman’s trousers and pulled them all the way down to the top of his boots.
‘Usually, guys just pull it out and go to town on me,’ thought The Foreman. He wasn’t used to baring so much of his body.
The kid reached around and grabbed The Foreman’s muscled butt cheeks, squeezing firmly, and pulled him closer. Then the kid got down a little lower and started licking The Foreman’s manly, hairy balls. He took each one and sucked it, rolling it around in his mouth and laving it with his tongue. The Foreman groaned showing his approval. “Yeah just like that. Mmmmmm.”
Next, the kid slid his tongue up and down both sides of the fat cock, firmly jutting out from the Foreman’s loins. With one hand he grabbed that furry scrotum and tugged, pulling on those full balls. The other hand wandered between his legs, stroking that often neglected spot between scrotum and anus. The Foreman couldn’t believe what he was feeling. No man ever explored that spot. His arousal wasn’t surging in him, urgently needing release, like it usually did, but slowly permeated his whole body, head to toe, in waves of pleasure.
The kid stopped licking and pulled his head away. Then staring up into The Foreman’s face, took him fully into his mouth, washing his tongue all around the tip and then sucking down the shaft. The Foreman felt his crown thump against the back of the kid’s mouth, and when he groaned, the kid continued to do it, bouncing it harder and harder off his throat. The kid grabbed The Foreman’s ass cheeks again, getting a firm grip on each and squeezing hard whenever his cock bounced off the back of his mouth. That brought a surge of need quickly to the Foreman’s gut. He knew he couldn’t last a whole lot longer.
The kid pulled off and stroked the Foreman firmly, raising the passion in him to another level. The kid would swoop down and suck it a couple of times then stroke it faster and faster. He did that for several minutes until The Foreman could take no more.
“Oh fuck, yes!” The Foreman cried out. “You ready for me?”
The kid grunted a ‘yeah.’
“Here it comes!” The Foreman grunted loudly as his seed squirted time and time again, into the kid’s mouth. He held his head with both hands ensuring that the kid wouldn’t pull off till he had finished with him. He arched his back and clenched his butt knowing this kid got more out than any other Brother had in a very, very, long time.
This was different. The Foreman didn’t know why, but it was. When he was done, he opened his eyes and looked down at the kid. He had not taken his mouth off The Foreman’s cock yet. He seemed to relish the feel of that thick, bulbous phallus slowly softening as the passion ebbed. That tongue circling The Foreman’s crown drove him crazy. Finally, he had to push the kid’s head away. He couldn’t stand it anymore. The sensations were too much.
The kid leaned back against the rock with a huge grin on his face. The Foreman noted that between the kid’s open legs was a sizable, still erect cock. Without another thought, he bent down and took it in his mouth, and began sucking it for all he was worth. The kid started to say something, but the words devolved into incoherent moans. The Foreman succeeded. He tugged firmly on those hairless balls as the orgasm erupted, causing the kid to lift right up off the rock. He sucked out every ounce of seed the kid had in there, licking his lips when he pulled off at last.
The kid was through, and settled back, sitting on the rock again. The Foreman had taken his time pulling off the kid’s cock, giving him the same treatment he had just received. The Foreman stood tall and stared down at a very satisfied, smirk on the kid’s face. He broke out laughing. It wasn’t until he bent to pull up his overalls, that he noticed he was hard and standing tall once more.
“Well that doesn't happen every day,” he said. “Look what you’ve done to me, kid?”
“And you’re still calling me kid?”
They both laughed.
Then the kid asked, “You want me to take care of that one too?”
The Foreman shook his head, “No. I think I’ll save this one for the wife. She hasn’t had any lately and she needs to remember how much she likes it.”
The kid howled at that response and said, “If you say so, man.”
Having put everything back together, the Foreman looked over at the kid and asked, “You around here much? Or is this a one-time thing?”
All of a sudden the kid got quiet. It made the Foreman think, ‘This is not good. I hope I didn’t scare him off or something.’
Raising his eyes through thick eyelashes, the kid said, “This is the first time I’ve ever been here.”
That was an unexpected answer.
“I had the afternoon off and came for a swim. There was no one around when I got here, so I went skinny dipping. You caught me just after I came out to get some sun. And… well you saw what I was getting up to.” He blushed a little and looked down.
Curiosity rose. The Foreman had to ask, “This isn’t the first time you’ve helped out another guy though, is it?”
The kid grinned again. “Why? Did you like what I did?”
“Couldn’t you tell?” The Foreman grinned back.
“Do you come down here a lot?” asked the kid, switching the focus of the questions back to The Foreman.
The Foreman wagged his head side to side and looked up. He thought for a moment and replied, “More than I should, I guess. But you know, physical stuff at work always makes me horny. So when I have a day of that, I need to blow it out before I get home to the family. Relaxes me. So that’s how often I’m here.” Looking back down at the kid he asked again, “And you?”
“Like I said, I’ve never been down here before. But as far as the other thing, well who doesn’t like a great blowjob, eh? You’re definitely good at it, man.”
The Foreman gave a humph. “I try,” he said proudly. He thought for a minute then added, “I love getting sucked off. Man, do I. You know, years ago I was told that it’s only polite to return the favor if a guy does you, and gets you off. I don’t know when it changed, but, nowadays, most guys who are ready and willing to take care of me, don’t want me to do anything for them. So I don’t.” He wasn’t sure he should add this next part, but he thought, ‘What the hell?’ “So, I got to be honest. Yours is the first cock I’ve sucked in years and years.”
That made the kid fall into a fit of giggles. He stood up and opened up his arms, taking a surprised Foreman into his arms and squeezed tightly. The Foreman leaned in and pulled the kid’s naked body close. He let his hands slide down his back until he reached those mounds of ass. He squeezed firmly, adding an “Mmmmm.”
The kid stepped back separating himself from the hug, and looking up, told The Foreman, “I’d be glad to come down here again, if you’d be around, I mean.”
The Foreman smiled and said, “We’ll have to see about that now, won’t we?” He gave the kid a wink and started up the path toward his car.
