It was Tuesday, the first hot day of the summer and Frankie was wearing shorts as he delivered the mail. As he came to the parade of shops on Thamesdown Crescent he was startled by a whistle and a shout of "nice legs!".
It came from the building site at the end of the parade where a renovation project was underway. He'd noticed it a few weeks back and had been keeping an eye on it. or to be more accurate keeping an eye on the hunky builders that were working on it.
For weeks Frankie had been having graphic thoughts about what it would be like to kneel down before the workmen, suck on their cocks and be their sex slave. He'd got use to re-positioning his sack to hide his excited state.
Just the one builder could be seen that morning. He must of been the culprit. This pleased Frankie as of the four or five guys that he had seen working on the site this man was his favourite. Mid thirties with gingery brown hair he was casually sitting on a plank, his legs splayed apart directing the viewer's gaze towards his crotch. A sweat soaked shirt was draped over his shoulder.
Frankie admired the trim body, muscular calves and hairy chest and gave a friendly nod to the builder.
The builder looks directly at Frankie and smiled. A hand gestures invitingly and Frankie walked over to the scaffolding where the man of Frankie's dreams is resting.
"Hi I'm Sean, i''m waiting for my mates, they're getting some more materials. Wanna keep me company for a few minutes, sure you could do with a break carrying that heavy load around."
Frankie stared at builders crotch convinced there is a hint of something stirring.
"I see you're looking at my tools, do you like them?" he said playfully brushing his hand across the tool belt round his waist, accentuating the outline of his growing cock
"Let me show you what we are doing inside here."
Sean directed Frankie round the corner, squeezing his ass as they entered the half finished kitchen at the rear of the premises.
Frankie was rock hard and could feel his cock leaking precum into his tight white underpants.
Once inside Sean quickly unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the ground. Frankie thinks the bulge in Sean's black boxer briefs is the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. Pointing upwards at an angle is the outline of a rock hard cock. Frankie can't wait for more to be revealed.
Sean smiles, "this is what you want isn't it?"
Frankie nodded and hesitantly reached out to stroke the contours of the builder's erection through the thin stretchy fabric of his underwear. A hand on his shoulder directed Frankie into a kneeling position in front of Sean's crotch. Frankie's hands caressed Sean's muscular legs as his lips gently alighted on the mountainous bulge.
Sean gripped on the waistband of his pants yanking them down and a stiff cock bounced out slapping Frankie on the cheek. He tentatively put his hand on the cock, his fingers encircling its impressive girth and drew back the foreskin as a prelude to flicking his tongue across the proud head of the builders shaft.
With his other hand Frankie released his own hot rod and started to slide his hand up and down its full length. Frankie had a pretty average cock but today it felt at least an inch longer than usual due to his heightened arousal.
"That's nice" murmured Sean as Frankie wraps his lips round the builder's solid pole.
Sean's hips began to thrust, pumping his cock into Frankie's face. Frankie was glad that the builder's cock was pretty average in length, there is only so much cock an inexperienced slave boy can handle he thought. Frankie felt his hands being directed up through the builder's hairy chest towards the sensual nipples that just begged to be tweaked.
Frankie drifted into nirvana. All he could sense were Sean's nipples between his fingers, the firm hand on the back of his neck and the construction worker's thick dick filling his mouth. He wanted this moment to last forever.
But Sean was aware that time was limited. His mates would be back soon. So although he wanted to be teased to the brink of orgasm and back for a long enjoyable session, he rushed headlong towards climax, his thrusts getting more urgent.
... there's plenty more to cum
It came from the building site at the end of the parade where a renovation project was underway. He'd noticed it a few weeks back and had been keeping an eye on it. or to be more accurate keeping an eye on the hunky builders that were working on it.
For weeks Frankie had been having graphic thoughts about what it would be like to kneel down before the workmen, suck on their cocks and be their sex slave. He'd got use to re-positioning his sack to hide his excited state.
Just the one builder could be seen that morning. He must of been the culprit. This pleased Frankie as of the four or five guys that he had seen working on the site this man was his favourite. Mid thirties with gingery brown hair he was casually sitting on a plank, his legs splayed apart directing the viewer's gaze towards his crotch. A sweat soaked shirt was draped over his shoulder.
Frankie admired the trim body, muscular calves and hairy chest and gave a friendly nod to the builder.
The builder looks directly at Frankie and smiled. A hand gestures invitingly and Frankie walked over to the scaffolding where the man of Frankie's dreams is resting.
"Hi I'm Sean, i''m waiting for my mates, they're getting some more materials. Wanna keep me company for a few minutes, sure you could do with a break carrying that heavy load around."
Frankie stared at builders crotch convinced there is a hint of something stirring.
"I see you're looking at my tools, do you like them?" he said playfully brushing his hand across the tool belt round his waist, accentuating the outline of his growing cock
"Let me show you what we are doing inside here."
Sean directed Frankie round the corner, squeezing his ass as they entered the half finished kitchen at the rear of the premises.
Frankie was rock hard and could feel his cock leaking precum into his tight white underpants.
Once inside Sean quickly unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the ground. Frankie thinks the bulge in Sean's black boxer briefs is the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. Pointing upwards at an angle is the outline of a rock hard cock. Frankie can't wait for more to be revealed.
Sean smiles, "this is what you want isn't it?"
Frankie nodded and hesitantly reached out to stroke the contours of the builder's erection through the thin stretchy fabric of his underwear. A hand on his shoulder directed Frankie into a kneeling position in front of Sean's crotch. Frankie's hands caressed Sean's muscular legs as his lips gently alighted on the mountainous bulge.
Sean gripped on the waistband of his pants yanking them down and a stiff cock bounced out slapping Frankie on the cheek. He tentatively put his hand on the cock, his fingers encircling its impressive girth and drew back the foreskin as a prelude to flicking his tongue across the proud head of the builders shaft.
With his other hand Frankie released his own hot rod and started to slide his hand up and down its full length. Frankie had a pretty average cock but today it felt at least an inch longer than usual due to his heightened arousal.
"That's nice" murmured Sean as Frankie wraps his lips round the builder's solid pole.
Sean's hips began to thrust, pumping his cock into Frankie's face. Frankie was glad that the builder's cock was pretty average in length, there is only so much cock an inexperienced slave boy can handle he thought. Frankie felt his hands being directed up through the builder's hairy chest towards the sensual nipples that just begged to be tweaked.
Frankie drifted into nirvana. All he could sense were Sean's nipples between his fingers, the firm hand on the back of his neck and the construction worker's thick dick filling his mouth. He wanted this moment to last forever.
But Sean was aware that time was limited. His mates would be back soon. So although he wanted to be teased to the brink of orgasm and back for a long enjoyable session, he rushed headlong towards climax, his thrusts getting more urgent.
... there's plenty more to cum
