Back in the early 1980's, when I was eighteen years old, I was about five feet, eight inches tall, one hundred sixty five pounds. I had grown some hair around my pubes and in my armpits, but not much else. I was constantly horny and jacked off multiple times a day to control my raging hormones. Be it my own imagination, the underwear section of the Sear's catalog or a porno magazine I was able to score, I was beating my meat raw. I knew that I was attracted to both men and women, and when I first realized that I was also attracted to men, it was confusing and scary, but the pleasure I got from fantasizing about either pussy or dick, soon soothed my fears.
It was about the last two weeks of the school year and one morning I was awakened at six by the noise of a bulldozer clearing the vacant lot next to our house. A house was apparently going to be built there. I was annoyed that I was awakened so early, but my morning hardon got even stiffer when I saw the hunky bulldozer driver. He was in his early forties, six feet one inch tall, two hundred ten pounds with a nice hard body from his physical labor, and a bushy black beard. He looked hot in his yellow hardhart, faded jeans, armless flannel shirt that was open, and his big beige, worn work boots. His muscular chest was covered in a mat of black hair, two perky pink nipples poked out of the mat and there was a big nest of black hair in his armpits. I stroked my morning wood watching his muscles flex while maneuvering the big bulldozer, tweaked my nipples and fingered my virgin hole until I came with a new intensity.
I repeated this every morning for the next two weeks until the lot was cleared and the hole was dug for the foundation of the house. Waking up on my first day of summer vacation, I was excited to be able to lie in bed and watch the hunky builder, but no one was at the site. I was disappointed but managed to rub my morning wood out by just imagining the bulldozer driver.
A couple of days later, the building crew arrived and set up a trailer office at the edge of the lot beside our house and a little further along a porta-john. Hunky bulldozer driver was now apparently the leader of a crew of about ten men. Most of them were also hot, muscular construction guys ranging from about thirty to fifty five years of age. I sat and salivated and pulled on my cock most of the day as they framed the house. From my bedroom window, I had a good view into the trailer office, where I could watch hunky bulldozer man leaning back in his chair with his feet on the desk talking on the phone or smoking a cigar. I could see he had a big bulge in his jeans and every once in a while he would scratch or adjust himself and my cock would rise.
As the weather was hot, if they needed to piss, the crew did not use the porta-john but rather came over to some bushes at the edge of our lot, hauled out their big dicks and pissed away. I found out that if I sat at a very specific angle in our living room, I could see their dicks as they pissed. I sat there hours on end just to edge and jack off as I watched them. Finally, one day, Hunky Bulldozer man came over to the spot. My pulse and breath quickened at the thought of getting to see his cock. He did not disappoint. He hauled at an eight inch, massive, veiny uncut cock out and pissed. He must have drained a gallon of piss, as I had time to beat myself off and cum as he was shaking the final drops off. That night, I went over to the spot and could smell the manly aroma of their stale urine. It made me so hot I got down on my knees, and jerked my cock, inhaling deeply and imagining I was sucking and choking on hunky bulldozer man's thick cock. I leaned down to the damp spot, inhaled deeply. My cock shot a huge load and I just laid there exhausted.
Later that night, I was horny again, so I snuck over to the trailer office to look through the windows. I found that the door was actually unlocked and crept in. It had a musty smell of man sweat, cigarette smoke and there were calendars of naked women hanging on the walls. I imagined hunky bulldozer man looking at these and stroking his big cock. Under his desk I found a pair of mud-crusted work boots and damp socks. Fuck, my heart raced as I picked up the boots and inhaled the aroma of his mansweat and leather. The socks were still damp and I clamped them over my nose and mouth and breathed deeply. I sucked on the part of the socks that held the toes and could taste his mansweat. My cock was rock hard and I pumped away to the scent of those boots and socks and had another massive orgasm. I wanted to steal the socks, but thought better of it. That night in bed, I couldn't get those socks out of my mind and jacked myself off again before falling asleep.
The next day was a Friday, so I knew I had to maximize my viewing since they would not be working on the weekend. I sat and watched them all day, flexing their sweaty muscles as they worked and draining their thick cocks when they had to piss. I don't know how many times I jacked off. After work, they sat together and drank beer and before they left at least 4 of them stood together and pissed. My heart throbbed and I could feel the blood thumping in my forehead as I jacked off watching them piss at the same time, dreaming that I could be kneeling there while all of them pissed on me and afterwards sucked them off one by one. I pumped my rock hard cock to a strong blast. They soon all left the worksite.
After dinner, I went over to the piss spot again, inhaled and licked the spot where the four had pissed. The dirt I licked up was full of their acrid piss and I extracted as much flavor out as I could. The taste went straight to my brain and my dick stiffened. Fuck I was horny, but I wanted to hold off to cum util I had seen if hunky bulldozer man's boots and socks were still in the trailer.
