Sunday evening, my parents and I were relaxing and talking before dinner and the evening news was on in the background. My ears suddenly perked up when they announced the disappearance of a local man, Angus Doubleday "Dub" McGuire.
Angus was last seen at a local bar where he and some colleagues had drunk a few beers after work and he had told them he was on his way home. He, however, never arrived home, which was unusual, and he and his family had planned a big birthday party for his wife for Saturday. There was no trace of his pickup truck and anyone with any information was requested to contact the local police.
I sat frozen in my place and tried to act normal in front of my parents. Inside I was shaking and scared. What had happened to Dub and was anyone going to find out that he had been in our backyard on Friday! What about Bulldozer Man? Was he OK? My appetite was gone, but I ate heartily so my parents wouldn't suspect anything. Later that night I snuck over to ensure that Dub's condom was gone and to see if he had left anymore, fortunately, nothing was to be seen.
I only slept fitfully that night. If something had happened to Bulldozer Man, surely there would have been something on the news. Thankfully at four o'clock in the morning I heard his Ford F-350 pull into the building site and I breathed a sigh of relief. I turned the light on in my bedroom so he would know I was up. He came into the trailer, turned on the lights, stood at the window and pulled out his stiff cock.
I hurried over there expecting him to be worried or scared. He was sitting in his chair stroking his big, veiny, stiff uncut cock and chewing on an unlit cigar. I hadn't really thought about sex with him, but all of my fear and anxiety turned into desire for him. I eagerly went down on my knees and sucked and slurped his cock. He leaned back, tilting his head over the back of the chair and exhaled loudly and said, "Fuck, that feels good, pussy boy."
I pulled out my throbbing cock and stroked along. He took his hands and pumped my head up and down on his iron rod. It felt so good to feel his pole filling my mouth and tapping the back of my throat. He was fresh from the shower and smelled of masculine soap. His bush tickled my nose and his hairy balls, my chin.
I was relieved and happy that he was ok and it was comforting to have his cock in my mouth again. His body shook, stiffened and he blasted his load in my mouth and throat and I could feel a big pool of his cum in my mouth. I swallowed it slowly, allowing it to coat my esophagus all the way down. I shuddered with pleasure and came immediately.
After I had come down from this high and rejoined reality, I asked him if he was okay, he responded that after a first class blowjob he was always okay. I stammered, "but, Dub?"
"Who?"
"Dub?....."
"Do you know anyone named Dub, and little friend, if you do know anyone named Dub, how would you be knowing him?" He cocked his head, squinted his right eye, and looked at me inquisitively.
He then leaned back, tilted his head up, and roared with laughter, "You think I did something to Dub? Dub is an alcoholic and a gambler. He owes money left and right and the loan sharks are after him. The police know all about Dub. You little shit, are you so dumb that you think I would waste my time doing something to Dub?"
