Twenty-nine and full of piss, vinegar, and cum was l. Having already been in the construction field for many years l was strong and muscular standing five-foot-eleven, a hundred and ninety pounds with only six percent body fat. l had also been told on occasion that l was good-looking and seemed so as l always did well with the ladies.
l also had skills far beyond my age having gotten involved with some older ladies in my teens, they thought me well. This also had me always looking for the next best thing, as it's always those things just outside our comfort zone that turn us on the most. This story is about reaching another milestone, one l thought would only be left in the naughty thoughts that come to the surface from time to time.
My boss asked me if I would be willing to work out of town for a job in San Francisco. I was not only surprised he'd take such a job that far away but also one so small, l later found out they were personal friends.
His friends Mike and Paul owned a bar of sorts and they were going to shut down for two weeks to remodel some. The work l was supposed to perform would or should take me about half that. l left that Friday morning but had no plans to start until Monday, using the opportunity to enjoy what the city had to offer.
San Francisco always had a stigma of sorts which didn't bother me in the least and it reminded me of Palm Springs which was far closer to my home base. Live and let live and with what I've done behind closed doors a could not throw stones.
When l arrive on Monday morning the front door was left ajar and there were already voices and pounding going on inside. l was a little surprised that it was coming from the two owners and not a crew. Paul was a bigger guy in his late forties and by bigger l mean he was over six foot and l would say he ran a muscular two-fifty. Mike was much smaller and very lean. l had no idea or judgment but if l had to guess l knew where my money was going.
After getting the lay of the land and their thoughts in general l started my work, only being called from time to help them here and there. Being in construction you pick up on things that are not your trade, just seeing it done by others over and over again. So l didn't mind helping where l could even if it put me a little behind.
The one area left as is was the small kitchen, having had it redone just a couple of years prior. To my surprise, Paul used it to make dinner at the end of the day, and even more surprising was how good it was. Having made the commit Mike informed me that Paul was a Chef before they opened up the bar some years back. Anyway, it was the best I've had in years and l was thrilled to hear that was the plan as the job continued.
