One of those days...ever have one? The feeling starts a few minutes after you wake up, while you are reading the paper and you see an ad for men's underwear...the air-brushed hint of a bulge whispering to you as you bring the cup of coffee to your lips. The bagel you place in your mouth no longer is just a bagel...it is a sad substitute for the stiff cock you wish were burning between your own lips. And so it starts...that gnawing anxiety in the pit of your stomach, that little alarm that forces you to stare at the ass on the guy standing near you on the train as you go to work. The strong hands on the hard-hats sitting on the ledge of the building as you pass them during their morning break, their gruff, manly voices trailing off as you walk past them. Even the apparent bulge in the crotch of the mail boy as he brings you the morning packet, while you sit back in your office chair overlooking the city, envisioning his dick in your hands as you stroke him to an orgasm. I began one of those days last Saturday, a horrifically hot day in which neighbors were out mowing their lawns at 7 a.m. so they could avoid the sun after 10 in the morning. I had that gnawing in my gut...sitting at the kitchen table alone in my underwear, I strummed my fingertips over my own cock as I read the morning paper. I knew this day would go unfulfilled, and I would be playing with myself that night as the tension built up past the point of reason. A magazine pictorial of the 100 hottest movie stars of all time only fueled the fire...god, the photo of Errol Flynn wanted to make me go down on him right then and there...Mel Gibson's youthful face made me want to crawl all over him like a small monkey. By 9, I noticed that a crew of builders had arrived across the back yard to begin installing windows on the home-in-progress. They had begun construction a few weeks ago, after the foundation had been poured. The recollection of five cement workers in tight jeans, sweating profusely in the hot sun that entire week, still remained in my head. Man, I had wished one of them had come across the yard to ask for some water for relief...I would have given it to him. I even got a hint of excitement when I watched one of the guys steal into the bushes to take a leak....I wanted to check out his cock so bad that I ran to the closet for binoculars, but not in time to get them in focus to see anything...so the anxiety built. Stifling hot by 10:30, yet the building went on. All of the men had their shirts off by now, and they all had decent bodies in varying degrees of composition. My favorite was the one fellow who was hairless on his chest, about 25 years old, with a red baseball cap covering his longish blonde hair...clean shaven face, the all-American boy. Thin legs, but a nice bubble ass...and a silver link bracelet that, for some reason, made the knot near my balls grow again. Another one was darkly tanned, but wide and thick, yet not fat. Full black beard and short hair, his thighs were huge, as if he lifted weights...something dominating about this fellow. He intrigued me. The other three were nondescript, except that they all were shirtless and tanned. And I was reasonably sure they all had cocks that needed sucking. Still, I had no serious thoughts, and considered the shower-relief technique. I went to the bathroom and stood near the shower, the window of which faced the house in progress. They had moved to the inside of the house as they did whatever it was they were doing out of the way of the sun's harmful pounding. I refrained from getting into the shower...the unfulfilled ache in my stomach was gnawing away, telling me to go back to my vantage point in the kitchen and continue to take in the sights. Within a few moments they were outside again, walking to their trucks, ready for lunch. One got into a truck and rode off, leaving the other four sitting on the back step opening their meals. My legs bounced together unconsciously...I was like a leopard at the zoo pacing before its own meal. I got the nerve and retrieved a large camping cooler from the garage, filled it with water and opened the back door. Trying to sound as conversationally friendly, yet not too aggressive, I asked across the yard if they would like some ice water. One stood up and said "all right" and I moved across the grass...there is no fence there, and in seconds I was among them. "It'll stay cooler inside" I said, and one of them opened the sliding glass door just installed to let me enter the barren home. The smell of sawdust struck me, and it was very hot inside the house. I walked it towards the steps leading to the basement, and I could feel the temperature around my ankles drop...the basement was cool. I left the cooler at the top of the stairs, and I descended the stairs into the cool darkness, my eyes adjusting to the darker confinement there. I heard them laugh as I said, "I have to get out of this heat"...they probably thought of me as a weakling, since they had been working I the oppressive heat all morning. Downstairs there were some sawhorses, evidently with which they had been making their cuts in the coolness...they weren't that dumb. I leaned back against the one sawhorse, and watched up the stairs as they each gathered around the cooler, filling their thermoses with the ice water from the small spigot at the bottom of it. A few minutes later and the stocky one with the beard came down the stairs alone. After a momentary introduction, we stopped the small talk, and I knew my moment of truth was upon me...if he walked back up the stairs, I would chicken out. "I don't mean to be forward, but...is there anything else I can help you guys with?" I asked straight forwardly, leaving the door open for interpretation? I fully expected him to answer something about more water, or perhaps food...But he eyed me quickly and coyly answered, "We're pretty much set...but if you think of anything we might need, just let me know..." I was breathless. Was this a hidden come-on? Or was he just being polite. His eyes had a devilish black glint to them, so I went for broke. Softly I said, almost a whisper there in the faded sunlight of the basement: "I'd love to go down on you right now." He walked closer to me and stood there, placed his hands on his hips and waited my reaction. I knelt before him immediately, my knees striking the concrete floor hard...he kept his hands on his hips as I locked my gaze onto his belt buckle. I undid the snap on his jeans, then the belt...he never made a motion to stop me...the pants slid down his legs to the floor, his keys jangling as they struck pavement. His white briefs were taut across his crotch, the head of his cock visible beneath the fabric. I pulled his briefs down...they stuck to his skin from the sweat, but I worked them low enough now that his cock plopped out, not fully hard, but not soft. Now he leaned in closer to me, his strong hands now on my shoulders as I leaned into him to make first contact. My mouth covered his cock all the way down to the base, and I felt it begin to merge...its stiffness filled my mouth and I worked back slowly with my lips. I could almost hear a hush upstairs, as if the others had noticed what was happening and had stopped talking. I felt a rush thinking of how they were watching their co-worker fuck my mouth, me on my knees there. He leaned over above me and took his hands off my shoulders to brace them on the wall behind me, thrusting his cock into my mouth over and over...with him doing the movements, I just relaxed and kept my lips tight around his pole, pausing for an instant to lick beneath the tip of his cock when he pulled it all the way out. The heavy, musky odor of his secretion mixed with the sawdust there in the cool dampness of the basement. In the distance I could hear the sliding glass door open...the friend had returned with whatever he had left to obtain. I felt this man's movements become more stiff, less smooth...he was beginning to strain, to grind his cock into my mouth...now my mouth worked hard, sucking firmly the shaft while keeping the lips over my teeth to avoid biting him...I noticed some movement behind him as the first bolt of cum flushed into my mouth...a thick stream of jizz washed into me, and I swallowed while taking in the next few spurts of cum... I felt his cock leave my mouth, and the faint outline of a long drop of cum stretching from his cock to the floor... Suddenly, there was another man in front of me in the dim light...I couldn't make him out right away, but his pants and underwear were all ready on his ankles...his cock was all ready hard as steel when he held the base of his cock steady and aimed the heavy head into my mouth. He had very little hair above his pubic mound, and the skin of his shaft was soft and silky smooth. Number two went down my throat with more resistance as number one...whereas the shaft was the same thickness (although smoother), the head had grown much, much bigger. He repeated the same basic movements as the first man, although I tried to suck that beautiful head more than the first guy... and within moments I felt another geyser go off in my mouth...this time some cum went up my nose from the inside of my mouth and stung a bit...I didn't complain...not as much cum from this guy, but more water-like and saltier. As he pulled away a third was there, and I reached out to gently guide his cock into my waiting mouth. This one was much smaller, so I took control of it and sucked it like I had dreamed of sucking a cock...he stood still and I moved my head forward and back, my right hand cradling his balls, working them like small nuts between my fingers. In a moment a huge load of sperm gagged me momentarily...this guy hadn't gotten off in a while, and his load was thick and creamy. The fourth replaced him, and I looked up to see the man I had first noticed. He didn't smile, but only lifted his cock with his left hand to meet my hungry mouth. My god, what a cock! About nine inches long and so thick I knew it would be a challenge to get even half of it in...but he took my head with his right hand and buried his dick into my mouth so deep I had to back off and gagged... "C'mon...just relax...I'll fuck and you suck" he said gruffly. I tried to relax my throat to take him deeper, but going in at that angle would not allow the whole thing to go down. Still, I stuffed as much as I could at a time in my mouth as he rocked up and back...I could tell at least half of it was going in...it wasn't so much the length but the tremendous girth of that magnificent cock...I had my mouth stretched as wide as it could open, and it was still such a tight fit I could feel the corners of my mouth burning as the skin stretched... He got up on his tip toes, so that his cock was now pointing more downward, and I knelt back lower on my haunches so my head drooped...the angle made for a deeper fit, and he stroked his thick cock in and out of my mouth gradually a little more each time. I breathed through my nose as well as I could, and when I reached forward to cup his balls, I could feel they were literally the size of tennis balls each...what a set of nuts! I felt him arch his back as I stroked his balls, and suddenly my mouth was engulfed with a wave of thick, white seed that I simply could not swallow in time. I yanked my head to the side as I continued to try and swallow the sticky sperm, and a huge splatter hit my left cheek and left eye, burning it. He grabbed my head again forcefully and held in there as he rammed his slippery dick deep into my throat, another thick spurt washing into the back of my throat...the sliminess of it made me wish for a drink of ice water to clear my throat, but I felt even another wash of cum hitting my throat. Then another on my face all over it...I opened my right eye and saw a second cock there in front of me.. The fifth man had jerked himself off without me seeing him, and was spraying his cum all over my face, as the other fellow's cock was held deeply into my throat. Another hot ribbon of cum from the second guy nailed me from the bridge of my nose down to my chin, and as I opened my mouth as wide as I could I tried to suck the other guy's cum off the first guy's dick, which was in the way when he shot his load. I was wasted, the anxiety that once was in my stomach was gone, and as they both pulled away, I could taste the salty spew they had left in my mouth, the musky fragrance of cum all over my neck and face, running down onto my T-shirt and along my left shoulder. They turned and walked away, up the stairs. I had gotten what I wanted...I knelt there, pulling my own T-shirt off, wiping the white goo from my face and neck. I rolled it into a knot and then walked up the stairs out the door...they were all ready up on the second floor preparing the windows there, as if nothing had happened. I walked out the door, picked up my cooler and went home.
