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Framing Men 3 By Jay Flynn Framing Men 3 of 3 Returning from my lunchtime venture with Marc and Josh, I was still feeling the stretched and pounded pulse in my ass. No one seemed to notice my arrival and my new shirt I got from Marc, at least not at first. The yellow-green shirt did not match my brown Dockers all too well. I made my way through the unending maze of long hallways that is our headquarters. As I was just turning to my office, I bounced into our head superintendent Doug. He said hello; he is always friendly. He smelled good, must have been "Obsession" or "Eternity for Men". As we exchanged quick hellos, he was looking at the shirt somewhat quizzically. He brushed the shirt at my upper arms with his big hand and said, "turn around for a minute". I did, figuring he was studying the well made fitted shirt, this is the kind of shit he lived for. He then looked somewhat upset asking, "what are you doing wearing my shirt"? I was scared. What the hell was he talking about? I immediately lied, saying that it was mine. He sternly argued, "No, I know it's mine because of the small burn up on the back of the collar, I got it a few weeks ago when a woman's cigarette brushed me at a bar, what are you doing with it"? I was practically frozen. All the euphoric haze I was in prior to this had dried up. This big guy was bearing down on my soul. "What's up with you man? How did you get into my clothes?" I was trying to get a grip on the mechanics of this thing. Marc obviously got it from Doug somehow, so how was that? There was more to this than meets the eye. In the split second this computing took, I saw that Doug's facial expression had changed from anger to curiosity. Realizing now that the truth might actually set me free, I told him that Marc had let me use it because I "tore" mine during a meeting in the field. I said, "I'm sorry, he didn't tell me that it was yours - he must have been borrowing from you, huh?" I had a feeling that this would put Doug on the defensive and put this scene to an end. "I'll get it back to you tomorrow if that's ok?" Neutralized, now seeing the big picture and it's unsavory implications, he said "Sure man, that'll be fine. I'm sorry for getting on you like that". I responded smugly, "No problem Doug, I understand completely." Back to work, I was theorizing these guys must put up one hell of a front, with "trophy" wives and girlfriends for public appearances and posturing, with the naked truth well under wraps. Perhaps all this "gay play" they carry on in humor was actually real. The whole thing really blew my mind, I had been around here for years jacking off to the images of these studs in my mind's eye, while all the time they were attainable as a six pack of beer. With Doug and Marc, I figured they were either fucking, or he was straight and just loaned Marc his shirt. This thing was going to work itself out, I thought. Days went by, now it's Friday. I hadn't heard from the guys since lunch the other day, but Doug called me from a job-site around 3:00 pm. He needed some help reading blueprints. We spent a few minutes going over them and rather quickly. I asked if he had gotten his shirt from his mail-box at the office. He said, "yes, I have....you uhh,...I've got your shirt from Marc here with me, it's uhhh,... clean now." "Oh", I said now confirmed in my speculations. "Perhaps I should come out and get it", I asked invitingly, "Well not now but Marc and I are getting together with the guys at "Siesta's" for a few margaritas after work, why don't you come out." he invited. "Right on!" I had a few things to do after work, but hurried over there to see them. I drove up recognizing several trucks outside the bar. When I came in, I saw about eight of the framing crew guys there along with Doug and Marc. Marc was razzing Doug about his clothes and the "hard-on" they were giving him. The rest of the guys were kicking back shots and beers, shooting the shit. Marc yelled, "Hey man, we're over here". He grabbed a glass and poured me a margarita. The room smelled of brut sweaty men with a tinge of sawdust. I was looking around at all the guys, wondering who else here was hip. I saddled up to the bar between Doug and Marc, looking over Doug with a new freedom. I said, "you look like you've been working pretty hard man". He smiled and shot down some tequila. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "don't fuck around saying anything funny here, most of these dudes are straight". He sat back up straight and made a sexual crack at the cute waitress. We hung out there for a while drinking and laughing, while I watched Doug and Marc flirt with the women at the bar. It was pretty funny - the irony. At about eight O'clock, the bar started clearing out and most of the guys were leaving. Marc got up and smiled at me and Doug saying, "you guys have a good time, I have to go pay my ex her monthly alimony - bitch!" It was just Doug and I. He looked over at me admiringly. Doug said that Marc had told him all about the other day, and that he was happy I was working well with his crewmen. "Do you want we should go find a place a little more private" he asked with a inviting urgency. Overflowing with sexual anticipation, I said, "lets go". The thought of having some time with this guy was pure fantasy. His body was hot and solid, from regular workouts, his tone was healthy and virile, and his face was boyish but rugged with just a great 'stache and a day's growth. I could not wait to have him. He ordered two more shots of Cusano Rojo. He handed one to me and we clinked them together before we slammed them down. Feeling drunkly fraternal at this point, we headed out to the trucks. He said follow him to a place that would be good. I followed his beefy 4X4 truck, he had all the nice big-boy toys - trucks, boats, dirt-bikes, etc.... My cock was hard, and I was stroking it while driving, thinking about him. Dark now, we drove into a construction site far down to the back where rows of homes under construction were in various stages of completion. He backed his truck up into one of the garages, turned off his headlights, and hopped out. We were both a little slow and drunken. He laid down the tailgate on his truck and sat down. He dug into a small ice chest and pulled out two beers. He pulled off his shirt revealing his lightly hairy chest. It was a sight to behold: washboard abs and well-developed pecs. He hair made a nice line down his stomach straight into his CK jeans. Pretty tall at 6'-1", he is very masculine and model like at 32 years. His light brown hair is shaved on the sides and blends a curly perm top cut short, must have been the style on GQ cover this month. I let out a deep breath of admiration. "You must work very hard to keep that up Doug", I scraped. "Yeah, every day I work my upper and lower half, lots of stomach crunches." he added. "I envy you man, I wish I had the time and devotion to work out like that", I responded. He sighed and took a big swig of his beer. "Yeah, well, I don't get anything at home worth staying there much, and she doesn't put out anyway", he said, "I keep myself fit and dress sharp to attract guys like you and Marc, along with a chick or two." He got up and retrieved a thick furniture pad and a small tool box from the truck's storage bin and laid out the pad on the bed of the truck. He laid down and asked me to come over next to him. I hopped up in, and laid facing him. He reached out and ran his hand down my chest toward my growing rod. I pulled off my shirt allowing our chests to touch. He was swimming a sea of cologne, I would smell like him for hours after this. We laid there somewhat romantically for a while just kissing and necking, slowly rubbing and humping our groins. I finally reached down to feel his cock through his jeans. It was bulging straight out, bent over as the tight denim prevented it from masting. I struggled to unbutton his fly. He then stood up and pulled off his leather lineman boots , removing his jeans to reveal a black jock straining to contain the package. After the jeans were laid aside, he put his boots back on, "just for the effect" he said with a smile. "What a showman" I thought. After I had removed the rest of my threads, he told me to lay back down on my back. He knelt down straddling my chest sticking his cock right up to my mouth. It was the LARGEST thing I have ever seen this side of a porno mag. It was a fat 1 1/2"- 2" and must have been a good 10-11 inches long. He playfully slapped it on my mouth while I started tounging his pisshole. This tickled him so he started to feed it into my mouth slowly not to gag me too fast. My mouth filled up, feeling his head back down there past the tonsils. He was not dirty and sweaty like the others, in fact he had doused his area well with cologne. He fucked in and out of my face holding himself upright by grabbing onto his lumber rack. I was grabbing his thick hips while he slid back and forth, feeling his ass tighten with every thrust. I was ravenously sucking and slurping, trying to breathe. He backed away and turned around to a "69 " position laying down on my chest. I took him back in with his hairy balls rolling around on my nose. He sucked onto my hardened schlong licking up my pre-juices and tounging down my hole just enough to illicit a reflex jolt. I loved this position, it allowed me to finger his hole while I blew his stick. We continued for a bit before he reached over pushing his tool box over to me. He said to grab the stuff out of it and use my imagination, then continued wetting on my cock. I fumbled open the box and pulled out a tube of jelly and a big black dildo. This was of those "larger than life" ones about 2 1/2" thick and a foot long. "Grease me up and fuck me with it", he slurped, "I'm drunk enough that I don't care about the pain". He continued railing my rod, while I started oiling up and fingering his asshole, trying to give a blowjob at the same time. I put in two, then three fingers, trying to stretch him good before I inserted the big plastic log. He started slapping my side, "hhhrrrry" he mumbled with my cock in his mouth. I aimed it into him, with enough oil that it was running all over my face. I started working it in slowly, twisting slightly to break up the resistance. He stopped sucking while I did it, letting out some deep groans of initial pain. I kept up the pressure as it slowly made it's way in. He must have been used to it, because he took it well, he relaxed his ass and thigh muscles to help, I could tell. I shoved it almost all the way in before it bottomed out. He began bobbing on my cock again, and fucking my face with verve. It took both my hands to push and pull the dildo, and it went slowly, each time generating a small stream of shitty smelling lube that ran down onto my face. He was grunting heavy and really going at it hard. He started humping back and forth harder in and out of my face and on and off the dildo. My cock was finally getting the to point where I couldn't hold back the river anymore, little flows had been coming and he increased his voraciousness. I tightened up my groin and shoved it hard up into his face, at the same time we exploded into each other in a finale of juice and groans. Warm fluids and tingling stickiness enveloped our souls. We both came to a stop, Doug still with that big plastic thing in his ass. I started to pull it out, and said "no, pump it a little more". So I did, it was immensely easier now that he had relaxed. He continued to lick up my spunk, slurping and sucking lightly while I pumped him. After a short stint he got up on his knees and pulled it out. "Uuhhh, whoa, that felt good" he exclaimed, sitting down for a rest. He reached over and swigged the rest of his beer, washing down my cum. I was still pretty sloppy with juices and oil all over my face, and found a small towel to wipe with. I would have been totally satisfied at this point, but he said that he was now ready to have me fuck him up the ass. "That dildo gets me ready to take it as hard as you can give it before you cum - more bang for the buck", he laughed. I never thought I'd hear something like that out of Doug. He stood up on his tailgate, bending over the lumber rack and holding on with his hands. He instructed me to come over behind him and grab the lumber rack right next to his hands and use the solid anchoring to help me thrust. This guy had put some thought into this. He looked very sexy, naked and bent over the rack with his lineman boots coming up his calves, better than any porn pose I had seen. I was hard. I saddled up to him and slid my tool deep into him. It was loose and slick from the fat plastic log, so there was no hesitating. I let 'er rip, fucking him as hard as my thighs would do. The leverage and grip afforded by the steel rack really helped. He was not in pain, but in euphoric ecstacy. He was moaning in sheer pleasure with every thrust. It felt so good to fuck this hard without reservation of hurting the guy. Drunk enough, he kept asking for it harder and harder. I had already dumped my big load into his mouth, so I was in second gear for the long run. I fucked his sweet ass for nearly 10 minutes, until I just didn't have the energy anymore, luckily I came to orgasm just before I was ready to give up. Not much of a load, but a triumphant end to it all. I fell over him in relief. He was just laying there panting and moaning in bliss. I pulled my limp purple cock out of his now pasty, stinky hole and sat down on the tailgate, finishing my beer. He wiped up and sat down opening up another and pouring it down. "This was the best manfuck I have ever had dude", I told him. He held up his beer and we toasted before taking another drink. He smiled and told me that it was not over yet. "It's my turn". I was already wiped out, but figured that is was only fair to reciprocate instead of pissing out. I was drunk, and willing to let it ride. He told me that if I let him fuck my hole with the dildo, I would enjoy his large cock a lot more. "I don't know man, that thing is pretty big", I waged. "Yeah it is, but it will stretch your muscles and make it easier to receive my cock", he told, "not to brag but it's pretty big, and I've been told before that it can hurt". I cautiously agreed as he said "don't worry man, I'll take good care of you." He reached over to his box and pulled out a bottle of clear gel with a squirt top. He put some on his fingers rubbed it around. "Get on your back and lean your legs up on the lumber rack", he ordered. After I did, he started fingering my hole with the gel. He told me that his brother is a dentist, and this stuff was a local anaesthetic that is used on gums, strong but only lasts a short time. Sure enough, his fingers became more and more dull as he proceeded. After, he grabbed the lube and worked on me for a while making me quite gooey, tickling my balls as he went. He clearly loved this action. He finally probed the black stick into my ass. Slowly massaging and pushing it into my sphincter zone. I felt the tightness, but not the sharp pain usually associated with large objects. It would not go in, just too big. "Relax man, just relax" he said. I finally felt it's head move past the gate and he shoved the rest of the way in. "There, that wasn't so bad" he reassured. I felt peculiarly "full". He began slowly pushing and pulling slowly, short throws, just to get me used to it. His free hand was rubbing my balls and the nether region between my scrotum and asshole. "It tickles huh", he laughed. It built until he was sliding harder and faster. I started gyrating my groin in rhythm with the thrusts, this actually felt good now. He continued for another minute or two, while jacking himself hard with lube. Finally he carefully pulled it out. He then grabbed my hips and slid me toward him. He was standing on the ground now behind his truck with me on my back, my ass right at the edge of the tailgate. Grabbing his muscular arms around my upper thighs, he pulled me onto him. His massive fat cock slid right in. Ahhh, he was big, but not as big as the toy. He pulled me tight against him and started fucking me resolutely. I reached down and grabbed on to the edge of the tailgate to keep his thrusts from pushing me away from him. "Thank you", he said, "now I can go for it". Reaching up and grabbing the top of his lumber rack he started slamming me hard and deep. "Ohhh, uhhh, uhhh, oohhhh,.." was chanting from both of us while he started working up a sweat. I could see glistening beads of moisture on his forehead and his chest hair. He was going in long 10" thrusts pulling his mushroom right to daylight and back -all the way in. It had been work for me up until now, but the craven electric glide sensations started in and I wanted him more, faster. I was now like a dog surrendering my self to my master, tummy in the air, give it to me! Still anchored to his lumber rack and gripped with his boots on the floor, he was slamming me as hard as ever. This went on for quite a while, as my feeling in my hole was coming back. The truck was rocking back and forth in "park", I could hear the U-joints clicking. Blurred and drunk, the last thing I remember before he came was looking up at this awesome stud in the shadows, looking strained and pleasured, sweat running down his chin. Soon, it was over. He pulled out and shot all over my stomach. His warmth was on me, he rubbed in around in my fur, smiling. My asshole was throbbing and oozing juices. He came up and laid next to me and we embraced for a while. "You are alright dude, I guess it's true what we say about you office guys after all", he said. "What's that", I asked. "Youare a bunch of queers". Jay Flynn &127;&127;&127;&127;