Just as soon as everyone began to leave the construction area to lunch, just as he promised, Mason finds me alone near the back of the job site.
"Come this way," he commands grabbing me by the shoulders as he guides me in front of him discreetly leading me over to a hidden spot between some shipping containers and stacks of supplies even further back and away from the commotion and wandering eyes of our co-workers.
A little bit about me: I see what's about to happen here, and I don't have sex with guys often. I haven't had many male sex partners at all. I can count all the ones I've ever had on one hand. None of them were like Mason though. I've let only a couple guys fuck me so far, and the bigger cock out of the two was only about 7". He was thick, but he wasn't as girthy as Mason's beer can is. I've always made myself out to be a ladies' man keeping my sexual deviance hidden in the closet, except for when it comes to the very rare situational opportunities that arise for me to nonchalantly and discreetly flirt with a guy who attracts my attention enough, like what I did with Mason earlier.
Nonetheless, I usually fuck girls just to keep everybody thinking I'm straight, but I think the cat's outta the bag now. At least, just between my co-workers, and whoever they manage to tell. But, for this hot fucking specimen, it'd be worth it, I hope. I just don't know what came over me. I'm usually so sexually reserved around guys as to not give them any hints of my sexual attractions to many of them, and Mason is the same way! I simply had no idea he like guys, till today! I mean just look at him! He's the epitome of Masculinity! A true paragon and a man's kind of man! He can literally have any girl he wants! But I guess you just like what you like. I suppose I just couldn't take the hiding anymore and definitely didn't wanna ruin such a fuckin' hot opportunity to grip his cock. I kinda thought the guys would give me a pass as long as I didn't make it look gay. I mean they all know he's hot enough for any man to wanna touch some part of him, straight or gay, right? His body plus his charming and charismatic personality will just have that affect on anyone. They can't fault me for that, can they?
Mason: "I don't have much to lose here. I've just about had it with this job anyway. If we get caught and fired for this, I'm heading off and starting my own company anyway."
As he took off his orange hi-vis shirt in front of me, his enormous muscles flexed, rippled, and waved as his arms covered with engorged veins stretched over his head and came back down. He drapes his shirt around his neck and over his shoulders. The tattoos that plastered his chest, torso, and arms danced on his body giving his muscles a few more quick flexes as he moved closer.
"I can tell you want me. I've been watching you for a long time, and it's obvious to me that you just can't keep your eyes off me, can you?"
He starts taking off his pants next, bending down to remove the pant legs from each leg never taking his eyes off of me. His cock pops out of his pants and slaps to his abs bouncing back down as he bends down to take them off. It's massive and heavy, but his blood flow is strong enough to keep his member sticking straight out as it curves upward toward the sky like a rhino horn.
Now, he towers over me inches from my face completely naked wearing nothing but his work boots and socks. I can smell his clean musk. It's intoxicating. I'm stiff as a brick in my jeans. His body glistens with sweat. My heart is pounding in my chest. My abs and chest tense up in nervous anticipation. He takes a couple steps back and tosses his pants aside giving me more of a full view of his machine-like other-worldly physique. He comes back close and peels off my shirt up and over my head tossing it over on top of where his pants landed.
"Get on your knees," he commands.
I do as he says. Clenching the base of his cock with one hand and gripping the top of my head with the other, He slaps me across the face with his thick bat. This is so surreal, I'm getting light headed from the adrenaline rush. Repeatedly he slaps me across the face back and forth with his hot and heavy pipe.
"You want my cock?"
"Yeah"
(Thwack) "Where do you want it?"
"Everywhere"
(Slap) "You want it in your mouth?...
"Yeah in my mouth"
(Thwack) "In your ass?"
"Yes, fuck yeah in my ass"
(Slap, slap) "Huh?"
"Yes, fuck me, bro!"
(Thwack) "You want big bro to fuck your hungry boy pussy, huh?"
By now, this sweaty testosterone driven beast was quickly tapping his giant sausage on my chin, lips, and nose. Man, he's so fucking good at this! If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's done this with guys before! He's just so confident and sure of himself, not caring what anyone thinks, just enjoying his life right now. I have to say, I'm pretty intimidated by the size of his cock. Who wouldn't be?! I've never attempted to handle something so massive and girthy. I was nervous. I knew I would choke and gag for sure
"You want it?"
"Yeah"
"You wanna suck daddy's cock and swallow my cum?"
"Yessir, give it to me, let's go"
"Want me to rape your throat?"
"Fuck yeah. FUCK MY THROAT, BABY!"
"Fuck, I'ma face-fuck you, boy. Open up. You're taking as much dick as I can shove inside."
With lips parted and puckered blowing in and out, stretching his foreskin back away from the glans, he guides the tip of his cock into my wet mouth. I greet it, tongue out-stretched. Still gripping the top of my head, he slowly fucks my spread lips with just the bulbous head gliding back and forth inside my mouth making all the slurping sounds as I sucked. I savor and drink down every stream of pre-cum that oozes out.
In his deep burly tone, I hear, "Yeah, that's it. Slurp on daddy's cock little fucker."
He slows his pace even more and begins to shove even more inside. He removes his hand from his cock and grabs me by the jaw assuming the traditional face-fucking posture. His hips begin to thrust back and forth following a rhythm like a pendulum. I'm struggling to keep up and breathe, already gagging and he's only going 4" deep at a time. His body begins to sway in a power-fucking motion in rhythm with his thrusts. I grab on for dear life spreading my fingers across the rock solid massive globes of his ass slick with sweat gripping as much of it as I can while I brace myself and gag for breath.
