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I’ve seen hundreds of guys come and go through my doors over the years, but none of them were like Shaun.
Shaun, just out of school, and almost 19. As he told me a number of times during our interview. I like to keep things casual - we work on building sites, after all. But this kid practically burst through the door of my pre-fab office without knocking. Casual didn’t even begin to describe him.
He walked in, wearing a battered Nirvana vest and grey jersey shorts, with white tube socks and battered adidas trainers. His curly mop of black hair was shoved down under a back-to-front peak cap. I looked at him and wondered if this kid had time travelled back from the 90s. At 35 years of age, I just about remembered the grunge look of the 90s the first time around.
I’d always liked straight guys. I was straight-acting, so most people had no idea I liked cock, which could make it difficult at times to find hookups.
Unfortunately, this dude was almost like a textbook straight guy. I’d met so many of them before, I could spot them (and smell their Axe body spray) a mile off. And this boy was definitely straight.
This dude stood in front of me in my office today left little to the imagination, thanks to his grey jersey shorts. His bulge was obvious. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the fabric, but I could see that he had a thick cock and it hung to the right. I could even tell he was uncut. It must have been easily about 6 inches soft. It was at that point that I wondered if he was even wearing underwear. And what that cock was like hard.
“I heard there might be a job going,” he interrupted. I wondered if he realised I was staring at that thick bulge, and looked up at him. He seemed oblivious to the fact I’d been staring at his crotch.
“Oh yeah, sure. Have a seat,” I said, as I gestured to the stack of crates in front of me. He took a seat, and perched one of his feet on the crate in front of him.
“Look, I know I don’t have any experience, but I’ll to do anything. I left school last month, but I’m nearly 19 now and I need money” Suddenly, this kid showed some enthusiasm.
“Well, it is hard work, lad. And we do need people with energy. For new guys, it involves a lot of lifting and carrying. Some of the guys here are pretty big and strong”
When he walked in, I guessed he must have been about 5’10. A lot shorter than most of the guys who worked for me, who were well over 6ft.
“I’ll do whatever, man” he said, leaning forward on the stack of crates. As I sat there surveying things, I noticed the thick black hair on his legs. His thighs, and all the way down to his ankles were covered in a curly mass of wiry black hair. And those legs looked strong. Well defined calves, and thick thighs as well. His bulge looked even more prominent as he sat forward. The more I looked at this young otter, the more I thought he’d be great. At lots of things. My mind began to wander again…
“I mean, I hit the gym every day, so I’m used to lifting. And I never skip leg day” he interrupted my train of thought again. Though, by the looks of him, I believed what he said. At that point he lifted his arm and took his cap off his head.
The first thing I noticed was the shock of thick dark armpit hair as he went to take off his cap. It was obvious he was hitting the gym, like he said. He had defined biceps. They weren’t huge, but had a nice shape. Round and firm. What followed was the equally mesmerising thick dark curls that cascaded from under his hat. Now that I could see him properly, I realised how handsome he was. Thick black curly hair that made him look like a Greek sculpture. Piercing blue eyes, and thick black eyebrows and eyelashes, almost doll-like. Light stubble dotted his face, above his mouth and along his jawline. He was beautiful.
I felt my cock jump and realised at that moment that I was as hard as a rock. I adjusted myself as discreetly as I could and realised that I felt noticeably damp, and had been leaking precum for a while. “Thank fuck I’m wearing dark jeans” I said to myself in my mind. It was a good job he couldn’t hear my train of thought.
“Look, I can start tomorrow if you want. I’ll even start right now. I’ll do anything”
“OK kid, come back here tomorrow morning at 8. Take this paperwork and fill it in before tomorrow. We’ll see what we can get you started with”
“That’s great, thank you so much!” He enthused, standing up to shake my hand. I shook his hand and walked him to the door of my portacabin.
He said thanks again, and said “ I really will do whatever you want”. I watched him leave, and noticed his plump round ass cheeks filling out the back of his shorts. He dropped the paperwork and bent down to pick it up. I couldn’t help but notice those firm fleshy mounds stretch the fabric of his shorts, before he stood back up again.
“I really hope you’ll do whatever I want, kid. I really do”
I’ve seen hundreds of guys come and go through my doors over the years, but none of them were like Shaun.
Shaun, just out of school, and almost 19. As he told me a number of times during our interview. I like to keep things casual - we work on building sites, after all. But this kid practically burst through the door of my pre-fab office without knocking. Casual didn’t even begin to describe him.
He walked in, wearing a battered Nirvana vest and grey jersey shorts, with white tube socks and battered adidas trainers. His curly mop of black hair was shoved down under a back-to-front peak cap. I looked at him and wondered if this kid had time travelled back from the 90s. At 35 years of age, I just about remembered the grunge look of the 90s the first time around.
I’d always liked straight guys. I was straight-acting, so most people had no idea I liked cock, which could make it difficult at times to find hookups.
Unfortunately, this dude was almost like a textbook straight guy. I’d met so many of them before, I could spot them (and smell their Axe body spray) a mile off. And this boy was definitely straight.
This dude stood in front of me in my office today left little to the imagination, thanks to his grey jersey shorts. His bulge was obvious. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the fabric, but I could see that he had a thick cock and it hung to the right. I could even tell he was uncut. It must have been easily about 6 inches soft. It was at that point that I wondered if he was even wearing underwear. And what that cock was like hard.
“I heard there might be a job going,” he interrupted. I wondered if he realised I was staring at that thick bulge, and looked up at him. He seemed oblivious to the fact I’d been staring at his crotch.
“Oh yeah, sure. Have a seat,” I said, as I gestured to the stack of crates in front of me. He took a seat, and perched one of his feet on the crate in front of him.
“Look, I know I don’t have any experience, but I’ll to do anything. I left school last month, but I’m nearly 19 now and I need money” Suddenly, this kid showed some enthusiasm.
“Well, it is hard work, lad. And we do need people with energy. For new guys, it involves a lot of lifting and carrying. Some of the guys here are pretty big and strong”
When he walked in, I guessed he must have been about 5’10. A lot shorter than most of the guys who worked for me, who were well over 6ft.
“I’ll do whatever, man” he said, leaning forward on the stack of crates. As I sat there surveying things, I noticed the thick black hair on his legs. His thighs, and all the way down to his ankles were covered in a curly mass of wiry black hair. And those legs looked strong. Well defined calves, and thick thighs as well. His bulge looked even more prominent as he sat forward. The more I looked at this young otter, the more I thought he’d be great. At lots of things. My mind began to wander again…
“I mean, I hit the gym every day, so I’m used to lifting. And I never skip leg day” he interrupted my train of thought again. Though, by the looks of him, I believed what he said. At that point he lifted his arm and took his cap off his head.
The first thing I noticed was the shock of thick dark armpit hair as he went to take off his cap. It was obvious he was hitting the gym, like he said. He had defined biceps. They weren’t huge, but had a nice shape. Round and firm. What followed was the equally mesmerising thick dark curls that cascaded from under his hat. Now that I could see him properly, I realised how handsome he was. Thick black curly hair that made him look like a Greek sculpture. Piercing blue eyes, and thick black eyebrows and eyelashes, almost doll-like. Light stubble dotted his face, above his mouth and along his jawline. He was beautiful.
I felt my cock jump and realised at that moment that I was as hard as a rock. I adjusted myself as discreetly as I could and realised that I felt noticeably damp, and had been leaking precum for a while. “Thank fuck I’m wearing dark jeans” I said to myself in my mind. It was a good job he couldn’t hear my train of thought.
“Look, I can start tomorrow if you want. I’ll even start right now. I’ll do anything”
“OK kid, come back here tomorrow morning at 8. Take this paperwork and fill it in before tomorrow. We’ll see what we can get you started with”
“That’s great, thank you so much!” He enthused, standing up to shake my hand. I shook his hand and walked him to the door of my portacabin.
He said thanks again, and said “ I really will do whatever you want”. I watched him leave, and noticed his plump round ass cheeks filling out the back of his shorts. He dropped the paperwork and bent down to pick it up. I couldn’t help but notice those firm fleshy mounds stretch the fabric of his shorts, before he stood back up again.
“I really hope you’ll do whatever I want, kid. I really do”
