Winters can be fierce and fun in the High Rockies. Our new stables additions construction had to be done quickly. The stable I manage would almost double in size, and it took just five days from concrete pours to finished stalls. I had time to seduce only one of the crews, a quickie.
The guy was Burt, the assistant to the general contractor. Energetic guy, maestro of the construction symphony. Everywhere. Including my sugar shack. He's in his fifties, fit, stovepipe black and grey beard, skinny, barks orders like a drill sargeant, if with a smile.
He figured me out and my queer nature almost immediately. Called me "Stud" and maybe unconsiously re-arranged his cock in his jeans a few times as we talked. Message received, Burt. Do it again.
The weather was with us and much was completed. Some finishing could be done, but another sub-contractor would be in for that. For now, his crew was mostly done, sick of sleeping in their bunkhouse camper, and went into town, which means a forty mile drive.
And there he was, knocking at the door of my sugar shack. Burt brought himself a six pack. I didn't expect roses.
It was hot and heavy, if awkward at first. He kept trying to make a first move, but didn't know how. I finally had to just move my chair over to his and grab his big old cock in my hand and squeeze it.
Clothes flew. He needed it. Bad. I wasn't going to complain. His uncut cock with a fat mushroom head went into my throat and I bobbed on it, wanked it, ran it over my own beard, and enjoyed some fresh meat on my face. Yum.
I sort of expected him to pickup the remaining four beers and just go after he squirted his brains out, but he sat there, naked, this stupid lust look on his face from his big squirt as I sucked out his last drops of tasty man juice. There was a lot of abstinence now swimming in my stomach.
My own cock, a bit bigger than his, rested on my leg. I was in no hurry. He looked and looked at it. He put down his can and was on his knees in front of me, wide eyed, as he held my cock in his hands, slowly wanking it to make it grow to its max size. Nice.
And then, taking his time, he made love to my dick. It's been a long time since anyone just loved my dick. As he did it, he got more and more into it. He'd suck, lick, throat, nuzzle, and just plain old worship my thick dick. Got me actually moaning, and my moans were getting him more and more heated. It was easy to see he was pacing himself.
One hand was on my leg, and the other guided my cock around, like it was his joystick. He inhaled my fragrance, and licked my balls. Then he'd go somewhere else. Whew!
He spied the hemp oil I keep, and got up to get it. He coated his hand and started giving me a two-fisted handjob as I watched. I was gonna blow. I knew it. He kept working on me, then he'd slow down. I think I was the most erect I've been in ages, my cock all red, his eyes fixated on it, excited, breathing hard.
Standing up, he grabbed the oil and poured some on his fingertips. For a flashing moment, I wonder where that lube would end up. Me? Him? Then he turned towards my door, putting one hand on it, and the other down his trench. Yeah. He's in for some pain. My dick is almost nine inches long and thick. Glutton for punishment? I was going to find out, so I pretty much leaped out of my chair and homed it right on his hole.
