Framing Men, Part I By Jay Flynn I find myself in the best places to observe young hard men on a regular basis--construction sites. These men are modern-day cowboys, rough, dirty, and full spirited, with red-neck bravado. They are a close knit cadre of men, like brothers, but tough to the core. They work and play hard, and most are sexual predators at heart. Many of the regulars I know are well trimmed, tanned, and dress the construction man code: jeans, leather boots, and an optional T-Shirt. They are rough shaven and mostly goatee'd with short butch cuts or perms. Most, however, are straight as an arrow and will knock off your block if you ever came out to them. It's a manhood thing! A few of the guys at the top of my fantasy list are Doug, Josh, and Marc. They are field superintendents that run teams of over 100 guys on the sites. What a job! They rule! They spend their day barking orders, intimidating young guys, and physical battery where necessary. It's a real turn on to watch them, when they're not looking. In fact, part of their brotherhood ritual is to act sexual toward one another as a joke--hard to watch without fruitless wanting. They will kiss or grab ass, that kind of thing, but take them seriously, and prepare to loose your reputation and teeth. I get out to the field once in a while to inspect projects, and deal one on one with the guys, but it's strictly business. They usually aren't all that friendly, as I represent management, which they grudgingly respect. One afternoon, I went out to view a framing problem and meet with Doug and Marco. I arrived to see them hanging out by their trucks. They were looking restless, as I was late and it was now after five. Marco was smoking a cigarette and jibing Doug about his CK shirt. "You look sexy in that thing, Doug,, c'mon, let me have a piece". Doug was looking perturbed and was mumbling to Marco "knock it off, or I will kick your ass!" This was amusing. We greeted as I walked up, Marco yelled, "Where the fuck you been?". I acquiesced for a few moments while we exchanged words. I was eyeing Marc. He's about 5'-6" but a stocky built Italian. He is nice and hairy with a tight little 501 ass. His leather tool belt, tattered and dirty, outlined his crotch all to well. He threw down his cigarette and we walked into the house. While we were in there, he and was continuing his horseplay. Marc wouldn't leave him alone. "Doug, you make me want to cum in my pants with thick pecs and the CK jeans. Doug is a "clothes whore", he is always dressed in the best and brightest from Macy's and Eddie Bauer, yet extremely rugged. He gets his share of ribbing for being a pretty boy. We finished up our look over of the house and adjourned our little meeting. I had tried my best not to be seen eyeing either one of their frames while the meeting went on. Doug climbed into his truck quickly and hurried off. Marco and I remained for a cigarette by the trucks. He was still in that tool belt wrapped tightly to his shapely torso. I kept a poker face as we shot the shit for a few minutes. He was not in a hurry to take off. He then said, "Oh dude, I forgot about something back in the house, do you want to go see". He was looking at me somewhat invitingly, so I went along. This was not like him, as he is usually more stern and untouchable. I followed his perfect ass into the house, eyeing out the sweat stained back of his T-shirt. He went into the house and up the stairs toward the main suite. He wasn't saying anything, just walking. I was wondering what was up with this game, I thought maybe he was going to share a "joint" with me or something. We came into the Master bedroom and he turned around. He sighed and relaxed himself, looking at me strangely. He took off his tool-belt and laid it on the bathroom counter. I was getting a little tense. Wonderingly, .I asked "What's up?" He walked over to me as I started to feel the buzz in the air. He stepped right up to me, face to face, and just stared straight into my eyes. Was he going to kick my ass or something? I was beginning to be intimidated and starting to sweat. He just stood there burning into my eyes, as his breath brushed against my mustache. "Am I getting to close for comfort"? In a split second stand-off I said "Not yet!" I hadn't looked away yet, he was starting to soften and was now against my chest with his body. He reached down and moved his hand over my cock to find it hard as a block of wood. "Just as I thought!--FAG!" He pulled away with a mean look in his eye just long enough to put the fear into me, then he stopped back at me grabbing cock tightly and leaning into me face to face again. His goatee was brushing mine, as he whispered, "c'mon man, lets go for it, I know you want too." I melted into oblivion. We started kissing and rubbing against one another and groping our parts. His sweaty odor mixed with cologne rubbing against by chest made me reel! My cock wanted to shoot right there! He pulled away and uncorked his jeans, letting out his throbbing cock. He was very thick and medium in length with lots of hair. He pulled his pants all the way off and unzipped mine, grabbing for my rod. He was really into this. He started sucking and licking my mushroom, while my pre-cum was streaming out already. He rubbed my balls and sucked violently for a couple minutes before he shot back up and started kissing me again, his hand still pumping my wet cock. I dropped down and took his fat cock in all the way down; it tasted sweet with sweat and piss. His juices were flowing slowly out adding some tang to the mix, as he gagged me pumping in and out. His voice and groans were such a turn on. He suddenly started to pump fast and hard while getting noisier at the other end. My mouth was almost dripping with sweet, sticky Marc. He said "I'm gonna cum dude!" He tried to pull away, but I clenched his ass and locked on. He shot his load into my throat and around in my mouth. Is was running down his cock like a river. "Ohhh dude!" He groaned helplessly, "fuck yeah!". I then came all over the floor and his leg. He pulled my up to his face and we started kissing again, licking his cum back and forth in our mouths. He finished up by licking and sucking the remainder of his cum from my goatee. We quickly got dressed and cleaned up. Since we were still on the jobsite, my yearnings could not be completely satisfied. I wanted his cock up my ass in a big way, but this was the wrong place and the wrong time. He gave me a quick massage grab on my shoulders. "Hey buddy, I didn't know you had it in ya" he said. You ought to come out here more often! We then left the building. Just waiting 'til next time!..... Jay Flynn
