Bud was working on the shower room roofing; he was installing corrugated metal sheets. He was finally closing the building, which meant he could proceed with the finishing work inside, tiling, drywall etc. He’d had to wait several weeks for the metal roofing sheets, and while he’d waited, he begun work on the other buildings and structures, setting out foundations and started framing on the bunkies. He’d planned a large gathering of his friends for the raising of the community building, a barn raising kind of event but that wasn’t for a couple weeks. Today, he planned to complete the work on the roof and begin tiling the flat runs on the floor, the full tiles and then if he had time begin work on the laying out the above ground pool. He wanted to get as much done as he could before Jackson got here, the next morning, to minimize the interruption of his day.He'd contacted Jackson, a tile specialist he knew to help him with the work. He was fine laying the main parts, the full tile runs, but he felt he needed finesse he didn’t have for the corners, cuts and what not, so he’d asked Jackson to come by. Jackson was a tall man, about 6’3”, solidly built with a small swelling of belly showing, but he was more bulky than anything. He was black, married and straight as far as Bud knew, there’d never been any indication otherwise. He’d made sure none of his other friends were on site that morning so there’d be no play or temptation to play while Jackson was on site. He wasn’t even sure if Jackson new that he was gay, but it didn’t matter, they had a good working relationship and today was about the work.
Bud had laid most of the tile the day before, on the floor, the full tiles anyway, but as he neared the walls, he’d stopped and moved up to finish the roof and had most of that finished, now that the material was on site. He hadn’t started on the shower stall walls. On the roof, he was laying the last two sheets when he heard Jackson’s van pulling into the site. He looked up, watched him pull in, then returned to his task, he nailed the second last sheet in, then positioned the last one, as he heard the van door closing. He finished nailing that piece in place. Yes, he still had trim to put in but he was pretty proud of his work. He stood up and looked back across the 30 or so feet of roofing and admired his own work.“Proud of yourself, are you” he heard as Jackson walked up. Standing admiring his work, he couldn’t help but agree.
“I am,” Bud replied, as he stood tall on the slanted roof, his skin glistening in the sun with sweat. “This is all new to me and I think I did a pretty good job”.
“Looks very good from down here.” Replied Jackson, and something in his tone had Bud wondering if he was talking about the roof.
“Head on in, I’ll be down in a minute” Bud said as he gathered up his materials and tools and headed back toward the ladder. He lowered down what he could with a rope and bucket he’d left for that purpose and carried what he couldn’t fit in the bucket. It took a couple of trips
He put the final pieces down and entered the shower hall, as he’d started to call it, and found Jackson inspecting his work.
“Couple of these will need to come up,” he said, “They’re a little uneven and they’d be a hazard to bare feet.”
He inspected the rest of the site and made sure the walls were ready for tile. He looked over the boxes of tiles sitting on the outside deck, and they got to work; he praised Bud on overall work done so far, as well as the tile selections. To get started, Jackson had Bud mix the mortar while he set up his tile cutter and got his knee pads on. Bud emptied a bag of mortar powder into a large bucket and added water, then plunged the drill bit mixer into the bucket and hit the trigger on the drill.
It spun up and powder, water and sludge flew everywhere, covering Bud. As usual, he’d been working in only his shorts and boots, and both those and his torso were now covered in sludge, water, and mortar. Jackson couldn’t help himself, he laughed.
“You’re gonna want to get out of those shorts and rinse them before that sets,” he warned, “and maybe wash off that mortar on your body.” He stepped closer to Bud and ran his hands across Bud’s chest, scooping off mud as he went. His hand lingered just a moment at Bud’s left nipple and then continued to cross his torso. Bud looked up and into Jackson’s eyes, then down at the hand still trailing across his chest and belly and further down to the bulge now showing in Jackson’s pants.
“I think you need to get out these,” Jackson said as his hand dropped down to the bulge now showing in Bud’s shorts. As soon as Jackson’s hand touched his hardening cock, Bud flexed. He was still holding the drill and it was still in the bucket of mortar sludge, the paddle spun, and goo flew everywhere, covering them both this time. And now, they both laughed.
It broke the mood a bit and they stepped apart. “Do you have somewhere we can rinse off?” Jackson asked. He was already stripping off his shirt.
“We set up a makeshift shower over here,” Bud pointed outside the building. As they stepped out, he pointed again to a pole with a hose and a shower head attached, “It’s only cold though.”
“That’s fine, it’ll actually clean the mortar off our clothes easier,” Jackson said, as he finished stripping while walking over to the shower pole and turned the water on. When the shorts dropped, as he walked away, Bud couldn’t take his eyes off the ass that was revealed. Jackson was a big man, and he had the ass to match. He also wasn’t the least bit shy, it turned out. After turning on the shower he began to rinse out his clothes, jeans, shirt, boots and even his knee pads all got a thorough rinse. He turned back to lay them out on the decking to dry and noticed Bud simply staring at him.
“What are you waiting for? Get outta those clothes and get them rinsed.” Jackson grabbed his belt and pulled him toward the running water. Once under the water, Bud stripped off his shorts but not his boxer briefs, the were quickly soaked through and did nothing to hide the erection he was sporting.
He stripped off his boots and socks and as he removed and rinsed everything, Jackson took them from him and laid them out on the deck along with his clothing. Returning to the shower pole, he helped rinse the goo off Bud, he’d taken much more of the mud then had Jackson and the two of them were soon sparkling in the sun as the water dried on their bodies. Bud kept his shorts on, hard cock and all, while Jackson remained fully naked, swinging about a 5-inch slab of soft cut meat.
Jackson walked over to his truck and opened the tail gate and pulled a cooler to the edge, opening it he grabbed a beer for each of them and brought it back to where Bud had taken a seat on the deck. He twisted off the tops and handed one to Bud.
“Let’s take a break and then we can get back to it.” Jackson said. They sat in the sun, Bud’s cock had begun to soften in his wet shorts. Jackson sipped his beer and paid no immediate attention to Bud or his cock, except he was sitting fairly close, and his leg kept brushing up against Bud’s. The softening stopped, as Bud’s cock stood back up. Bud sipped his beer and tried to ignore his erection. Beside him, Jackson’s cock began to stir as well, he’d been watching Bud out of the corner of his eye and he could see the tenting in the black undies. His cock pulsed in reaction, then jumped and then began to stand up. Five soft inches quickly became, almost eight hard. Eight very thick hard inches.
Bud couldn’t help but notice and stare. He sipped his beer.
“I guess the stereo types are true, at least in your case.” Bud offered trying for a joke.
“I guess they are,” Jackson said and put down his beer. He reached across and took Bud’s beer as well and set it on the deck, then wrapped his hand around Bud’s neck, and said, “Why don’t you take a closer look,” as he pulled Bud down towards his cock. Bud didn’t resist in the least.
Bud’s face was about an inch away from Jackson’s cock. His mouth watered a bit at the prospect of taking that thick cock. He’d had longer but not many thicker. He opened his mouth, stretched his jaw, closed his mouth again then opened and lowered himself. His mouth opened wide and close around Jackson’s head. Bud’s lips wrapped around the head, just under the crown, his lips hugging the very top of the shaft. He inhaled through his nose and lowered himself further, and further still. He managed almost 6 inches of Jackson’s cock before his throat rebelled.
Back up he came, and he his hand wrapped the shaft, when he reached the head, he moved back down, taking just that little bit more. Jackson, leaned back and rested on his hands, head tilted back as he enjoyed the mouth on his cock. Bud worked the cock deep into his throat, as deep as he could take it, and then began to explore Jackson’s body, sliding his hand’s up over Jackson’s slightly rounded belly, and on up to the thick chest. Jackson had rounded tits, and Bud cupped them each in turn, and tweaked the nipples. That drew a moan out of Jackson. He lifted one hand and held Bud’s hand onto his nipples.
Bud pulled off Jackson’s cock and climbed the body, kissing and biting as he went. He clamped his teeth on first one nipple, then the other, drawing deep moans from Jackson on each one. Then he was up to Jackson’s face, and they were kissing. Deep and passionate, tongues probing.
Jackson leaned back onto the deck, laying down and drawing Bud on top of him. They continued to kiss, when Jackson rolled them over and was now on top of Bud. His pale skin and blonde hair shining in the sun, Jackson held him close, as they remained locked in a kiss with both their cocks trapped between them. Jackson’s hands went down Bud’s sides and stopped at the top of his shorts. He hooked his thumbs under the band and pushed down, pulling the wet shorts down across Bud’s ass. The decking was hot under Bud’s skin. Jackson kept pushing as far as his arms could reach in their current position. Bud lifted himself up trying to help and even scooted upwards under Jackson’s body to help him remove the underwear. Bud’s cock sprang free, finally, and Jackson lowered down onto him, their cocks aligning as their bellies came back together, trapping their cocks.
They ground into each other as they kissed and tongued each other’s mouths. Cocks gliding alone each other, a match for length but not girth. Bud’s legs came up and wrapped around Jackson’s back as he tried to pull the bigger man into himself. They continued to grind their bodies into each other. Jackson broke the kiss and slid down Bud’s body to his cock and took the long cock into his mouth. As soon as Jackson’s mouth closed around his cock head, Bud couldn’t help himself but to moan out aloud.
“Oh my god, that fucking feels good.”
Jackson didn’t answer he simply kept sucking, he tugged on Bud’s balls and pulled them away from his body, as he did so. He let go of Bud’s cock, and as it slipped out of his mouth, it slap down onto Bud’s belly. Mouth now free, Jackson took both Bud’s balls into his mouth and used his mouth to pull them away, then slid them out of his mouth one at a time. Jackson now moved his focus down onto Bud’s taint and down towards Bud’s ass. He tongued and fingered Bud, opening him. He knew he was thick, and Bud would need to be ready for him, and he spend the time. His tongue fucked into Bud first, then he added a finger and another and another and a fourth.
“Holy fuck, you’re gonna split me,” Bud cried, but didn’t ask him to stop.
After the four fingers were well accepted by Bud, Jackson stood up and pushed his cock back into Bud’s mouth, to get him hard again. Now with wet cock, and a wet open hole, Jackson took his place between Bud’s legs and slowly worked his thick cock into Bud’s open ass.
It still hurt and Bud wanted to clench and stop the invasion, but he took several deep breaths and pushed out as Jackson was pushing in and a few more inches eased their way in. Deeper and deeper, Jackson worked his cock until all eight inches were deep in Bud’s ass.
He paused there waiting, looking down at Bud, seeing the strain in his eyes, the desire, the need. He waited. Holding his cock in place, deep in Bud’s ass. He waited. After a minute Bud flexed his ass, pushing back on Jackson’s body, clenching and releasing on his cock. And he waited a moment more.
Then he slowly withdrew his cock.
“Don’t take it out, put it back.” Moaned out Bud.
“Don’t worry, Bud, it’s not going anywhere but back.” Jackson said.
And back it went, one long stroke, causing Bud to cry out.
Back out, faster now, back in, he built a rhythm and Bud was riding his thick cock and enjoying every inch of it.
Long full strokes are what it took, and Bud took them, Jackson was pounding so hard they began to slide across the decking. He had to pull Bud back by the hips. His load build as did Bud’s. But Bud beat him to it.
Bud’s cock started to spasm, untouched and Bud cried out that he was cumming. His cock exploded across his hairless belly, cum running down his sides and pooling on the decking.
Jackson drove one last long stroke deep into Bud and let his load free. He came deep in Bud’s ass. Then kept his cock there until it softened and fell out.
He moved away and sat beside Bud, who lowered his legs. “Holy fuck,” Bud gasped. “You have got to fuck me like that again.”
“There’ll be plenty of time to do that, but first we’ve got a job to finish.” Jackson was all business again.
Remaining naked, they finished the floors and all the custom cuts. Jackson advised letting the floor dry fully before they tackled the walls and said he’d be back in two days. He put on his now dry clothes, packed his cooler and tools and drove off. Bud still naked simply watched him go as he fingered his ass, wondering how he took that monster, but he also new he’d take it again if Jackson offered.
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