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At first, I didn’t notice him. When you are just starting a new construction project, you are usually preoccupied by the job, and not what went on around you. Besides, I was still new on the job, 6 months into working for a very busy construction company.
Still, I started to notice him, especially around lunch time. I see him either sitting on a bench, or just leaning against the wall, watching us work and going about our business. It was a few days later, after I started to notice him, that I realized that he was watching me!
Underneath my filthy work clothes and my hard hat, I’m a 25 year old man. After college, I just couldn’t get myself motivated to pursue a career. So I decided to go into construction, working here and there with a home improvement company before landing this job. It was hard work, but I was beginning to think that this was what I was meant to do. It also meant that all the years of hard, physical labor had kept my body in quite a good shape. I didn’t have to work out to maintain my well-developed pecs and abs, and my arms and shoulders certainly won’t put me to shame.
Still, you can’t see those underneath my construction clothes, so I wasn’t sure why this man was keeping his focus on me. He was old enough to be my dad, but I could tell that he was in an amazing physical shape just from what I can see from his tight-fitting clothes.
This went on for almost a week. Almost every single day I was on the job, I would see him, looking at me during lunch time. I looked around to see if anyone else was aware of this, and it didn’t seem to be so. By the end of the week, I was getting a bit more self-conscious whenever I spotted him. For some odd reason, I started to wear tighter jeans and more fitting t-shirt, as if I was trying to impress him even more. I think it worked because the first day he saw me in such tight outfit, I could detect a smile on his face. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say his eyes were roaming up and down my body, and a look of approval flashed through his face. I didn’t know why, but it got me hard to be the object of someone’s desire.
The next day, when I spotted him, I had a bit of a surprise. It seemed that he turned the tables on me and wore a very tight, body fitting t-shirt and jeans. I could definitely see the definitions in his body this time. But what made my jaw almost dropped was the prominent bulge in his pants. There was no question that he was going commando that day, and that he was packing a big one. He smiled at me when he saw me staring at his package. In fact, as I looked at him some more, I could have sworn that it was getting larger by the minute. This man was utterly dangerous.
He left, as usual, at the end of lunch hour. But this time, as I was packing up to leave at the end of the day, I could sense someone standing behind me right by the truck. Sure enough, when I turned around, there was my admirer, this time, only a few feet away from me. He looked even more dashing up close, and I realized that he stood at least 6 inches taller than me. He was not only dangerous, but he was also big!
"Hi there! I’d love to take you out for a drink if you have time!" he said as I heard his voice for the first time. God, it was a deep voice, just what one would expect from a real man. I wasn’t a wimp, but at that time, I felt as if my knees would buckle.
"Er, sure. I have time. Is there a good bar near here?", I managed a weak reply.
He gave me that smile again. “There are plenty of good bars around here, but I was thinking of my place, which is only a couple of blocks away.” he said with a wink.
I knew what the invitation was for. In the short period of time since I noticed him more than a week ago, I went from never even considering gay sex, to being suddenly in lust with this stranger. And I realized that, at that point, I could cross that line that day, and that this stranger, this dangerous man, would be the one who not only introduce me to the world of gay sex, but most likely will also take my virgin ass…. if I decided to go back to his place with him.
I didn’t get back to my apartment till late that night. As I took my second shower of the evening, my body tingled with memories of his touch and his body against mine, and the soreness in my ass reminded me of the pounding I took from his 9-inch monster cock. My ass was still full of two huge loads from him. The thought that my first time was with a real man, a true stallion, caused my dick to harden again. I couldn’t help it but jacked off my cock, trying to coax the third load of the evening.