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The paychecks cover my bills, but the perks keep me coming back. Boss is put together – mentally and physically. He’s a “take charge” guy with a get-it-done attitude – whether it’s concrete, carpentry, or cock-suckers.
He’s mentally and physically three steps ahead of everyone else, has a well-deserved cocky swagger, and he always has a plan to get exactly what he needs done on site… even when those needs mean thoroughly assessing the fuck holes of his subordinates. Boss is always in charge of everything.
He routinely inspects his team like he’s scrutinizing site details for shoddy workmanship.
His ass is on the line every day, so Boss demands high caliber, fit, union grunts – with perfect bodies and high caliber fuck holes – to ensure ALL site needs are met… including his own.
Boss requires all grunts to wear jocks (or no underwear at all) to make his overtime inspections quicker and easier.
He’s thorough but fair – meaning we get time-and-a-half overtime pay for draining his cock after the ass groping and dick handling we endure.
He controls our fuck holes during work hours and during these overtime sessions. He’s the epitome of a true alpha male.
Unfortunately, he also lacked some tact. “Is it true black guys are more hung?”
“Dude, that’s offensive.”
“How is that offensive? Being big is a good thing, ain’t it?”
“And what if I’m not big? It reeks of stereotyping and I shouldn’t be fetishized like that.”
“I’m sorry, man. I swear I’m not fetishizing you.”
Colson meekly continued, “It’s just I… I haven’t been able to take my mind off your cock ever since that productivity expert visited. But I know you’re not gay. I didn’t think I was gay.”
Moshe wasn’t so sure his buddy was right about that. But had it really been that visit? “Dude, those were some weird-ass videos he made us watch. Though I can’t really remember much about them now.”
“You looked really good,” Moshe let slip. “Wait, didn’t you already see my cock that day?”
It started innocently enough as he began to admire the muscled builds that a job of labor combined with gym time could build. The company had a basic weight room that many of the guys used to let off some steam during their lunch break, and he found himself doing the same. That lust for more muscle kept evolving though into a lust for muscle. That admiration of men’s physiques grew into attraction, and then a desire that just kept growing stronger. He tried to shake it, but every time, the lust just came back stronger. He’d never thought of men in that way, but the more he hung out in this environment, the more he found himself fantasizing.
Even though more men in general were catching his eye, it really was the hard-working studs he worked with that turned him on most. Something about both being blue collar guys in uniform, getting sweaty together from a hard day’s work, just really began to drive him wild. Though he still showered, he found himself starting to skip deodorant and cologne. For some reason, they had begun to overwhelm his nose, but natural musk started to smell better and better. Not only was he loving how he was smelling, but sometimes he would sneak into the work locker room and find an unlocked unit with some sniffworthy clothes in it. Soon he was spitting on his dick and masturbating to the smells and fantasies on the sly.
I wasn’t intending to do another Flashback Friday but I’m under the weather right now. Hopefully this helps the rest of you to all perk up! Formally a $5 level posting, now made available to all.
Special Flashback Friday as the recent moving process still has me a bit behind, enjoy this story that previously was only available to only Copper ($7) level and up Patrons, slightly edited and improved!