I woke up a little late and stumbled down to the kitchen to get some coffee. I had gotten into the adult habit of needing a strong cup of coffee to wake up in the mornings. My parents had gone to work, but had left the coffee maker on warm. I sat down at the kitchen table and was stunned to see the headlines in the newspaper laying on the table.
"Local Man Found Dead in Mexican Prison"
The gist of the story was that Angus Doubleday "Dub" McGuire had been found bludgeoned to death in his prison cell in Monterrey, Mexico. Dub had been awaiting his trial, and in his fashion had been bragging that he had buried a large sum of money in the US. He had been in isolated seclusion because of harassment from the other prisoners and his trial should have been today itself.
I was totally shocked! How did Bulldozer Man know this was going to happen? Was he a part of it? Did he know where the money was and was planning to keep it? I didn't know how to react and didn't know if I should actually be afraid of Bulldozer Man.
I puttered around the house the whole day waiting for the workers to leave so I could try and talk to Bulldozer Man. I was worried, but not so worried that I couldn't spy on the workers and jack off, while watching them piss during the day.
There was a new man on the job, probably in his early thirties. Fuck! He was hot. He must have been a bodybuilder on the side. He was six feet tall, about two hundred twenty pounds of pure muscle. The weather was hot so he had peeled off his tight-fitting white t-shirt early in the day to expose his super well defined smooth pecs and six pack. His biceps were as large as my thighs, hard and nicely muscled! His large deltoids stuck out and ensured his back made a perfect V shaped down to his fine hard ass! He had about a three day stubble growing and perfect white teeth. I got hard immediately when I saw him. I waited a couple of hours and was finally rewarded when he sauntered over to the spot, hauled a fine, thick cut cock and released a gallon of piss. I stroked my cock furiously watching him and when he started shaking his cock to get rid of the last drops, I shot all over my chest. I was dying to taste the piss he had left, but didn't dare to go over because of all the workers.
Feeling quite satiated from the orgasm, I dozed on the sofa until I got a phone call around five o'clock from my parents who reminded me that they wouldn't be home for a couple of days as they had driven to my grandparents' house. I looked over and could see that Bulldozer Man was now alone in the office.
I went over, knocked on the door and he yelled for me to come in. He was doing some paperwork and drinking a long neck Bud. He told me to get a beer for myself from the cooler as he finished up some work. Finally he leaned back and looked at me. "Did you read the news?, " he asked.
"Yeah, how did you know what was going to happen?," I asked him nervously, not sure that I really wanted to know the answer.
"Dub's lawyer called me the day before yesterday and said Dub was scared, he was being threatened and blackmailed by a gang in prison and wanted me to send him some money. He knows good and well that I don't have any money, but he was desperate. Dub had told the lawyer that the gang was going to kill him the night before his trial if they didn't get the money, so therefore I had a good idea that Dub was going to get it." He paused, looked me in the face and continued, "You little fuck, you really think I had something to do with it! Are you really that stupid? You can see I'm just a working stiff. If I had any money, I would fucking be in Florida or something."
I sat and pondered and replied, "Dub's lawyer seems to think you have money."
"Don't be a fucking fool, I am not into that shit....Dub was a fucking liar and all he has done is put us in danger for no reason."
We sat and drank the beer in silence. He leaned back and put his boots on the table and said "So, you been drooling and beating off over the new boy? Name's Tony, he's hot as fuck, isn't he?"
"Yea, he's ok if you like a body builder."
He chuckled in a weird manner, slanted his forehead down, rolled his eyes and looked directly at me in an evil manner. "Has he fucked you?" I shook my head no and told him I had only seen him today. "I'd better not hear that you've been fucking around with him, you hear, boy." he said sternly.
"Or what? I'll end up like Dub?" I couldn't keep a straight face and giggled, "Sorry, I am just joking."
"You little prick," he said and smiled. "I need a foot massage, get your smartass over here and get on it."
I moved over, removed his boots and relished the aroma of sweaty manfeet and boot leather. I put my nose in his right sock and inhaled deeply. Fuck, my cock stiffened immediately. I chewed on his toes through his sock and he moaned deeply. I removed his socks and licked the length of the sole of his foot up to his toes, sucked each of them, and ran my tongue between them savouring the salty sweat. I repeated it with the other foot.
