Warehouse Muscle Pigs

Elton and Reggie bust their asses doing general contractor work most days, and moonlight in the evenings with general warehouse laboring. The work is physical, which is right up their ally. The two masculine hunks are all about being physical, and the confidence they exude really shows. They built impressive bodies through grueling physical labor, though from their muscular statures, you’d never guess that the men had never seen the inside of a gym.

The two thrived on pushing their bodies to the limits – the harder the physical challenge, the more they embraced the effort.

Elton and Reggie developed a bit of a competition through their years of working together. It didn’t matter what the challenge was, they would turn it into a competition. Carrying lumber, digging footers for concrete, moving 55 gallon barrels, they always turned it into a competitive workout. And their bodies showed it. Just like any colleagues who have worked with each other for years, Elton and Reggie knew each other like brothers. And like brothers, good-natured ribbing was always on display. The men rarely wore shirts and would often strike poses after developing an extreme pump.

Their hard labor was enough to develop impressive pecs, delts, backs and arms – though their asses and glutes were especially noteworthy. So much, in fact, that Elton and Reggie had no inhibitions over their physiques, and would often shed their pants after losing their shirts. Upper body flexing was usually followed by impressive lower body comparisons. And because the two had extremely blue-collar, utilitarian lifestyles, they never had to worry about useless undergarments. A hard-day’s work in the warehouse usually finished wearing nothing but work boots and a full body covering of grime and sweat. Jock straps were rare, and were a clear indication that the men’s balls were heavy and full. It also meant that they were horny as fuck! If you saw Elton and Reggie wearing jocks in the warehouse, you’d be well-advised to do a 180 and get out of there quick. They unloaded regularly, so their cocks and ball sacks hung comfortably during naked warehouse work. But if the workload was extra intense, and neither man had a chance to unload in a couple days, their balls grew extra heavy and hung really low. A sensitive nut sack and semi-erect cock were often a distraction, so they wore jocks – at least until one man’s sex drive could no longer be controlled.

These studs lacked inhibitions as much as they lacked self control. A lifestyle of hard work primed their sexual urges to the point that they would often simply grab each other and take what they wanted. They were confident, masculine, and male animals.

When they desired to unload their thick, massive, cocks, they would do what they had to. If there was no one there, they’d stroke thick jets of cum right onto the warehouse floor. But if their colleague was nearby, look the fuck out.

The two men worked insanely hard, but when it was time to unload, good god, it was an intense fuck fest. If you didn’t know the two were colleagues – and partners! – you’d suspect one was raping the other. The intensity of their fucking was clearly evident in their disregard for their surroundings… or potential visitors. In fact, visitors had unexpectedly stopped by on a previous occasions, and were roughly man-handled then fucked stupid. The double-teaming was all about Reggie and Elton – the “intruders” were treated as fuck objects so Elton and Reggie could unload – often multiple times to sate their intense sexual appetites. In any other situation, the intruders would report such an assault to the local authorities… but the “Reggietims” always came to relish being taken completely by the two confident studs. Though they rarely gave much thought to intruding “sex toys”. It was all about these two men and their sexual desires being fulfilled.

After unexpected visitors would leave – walking funny with sore butt holes and a huge smile on their faces, Elton and Reggie would resume their fucking with each other until they simply couldn’t fuck anymore – not bothering to even bid their fuck toys a good day. There was no need. Reggie and Elton KNEW they had a good day!

On one particularly rough workday, both men had stripped to their jocks – partly due to the heat, and partly due to their libido. Neither had unloaded in over a week, and their sensitive balls meant that these studs were building up cum explosions of epic proportions. Both men were on edge, knowing that the other would likely pounce suddenly and without warning. It was a sexual dance these two studs shared many times before. Work seemed to bring out the animals in these muscle pigs.

They did have a sensitive side, which by normal standards, could hardly be classed as “sensitive”. Reggie might place his palm on Elton’s head and push him to his knees, then Elton would carefully extract Reggie’s genitals, and begin lapping at Reggie’s sweaty ball sack. That’s not to say that these two were without animalistic rough-and-tumble sex bouts. Just as common was the scenarios when Elton might walk up behind Reggie, yank off his jock, pull his hips closer, and roughly fuck him for three load’s worth. The men were animals, but not animals – if that makes sense. They had a respect for each other, and didn’t mind being used. They knew what it was like to give and receive high-end blow jobs and class-act ass fuckings. They knew each others buttons and pushed them non-stop. When their dicks were fucked raw, and their balls ached from forcefully smacking into the other guy’s ass over and over for hours, they would ravenously lick each other’s bodies from heat to toe – concentrating on sweaty pits, hairy asses, and raunchy feet. Lapping each other’s funk was a ritual not many would understand.

But the thoughts of finishing off each other – after hours of fucking – by licking them clean, was often hot enough to drive each man to a final hands-free orgasm.

The fascinating twist was these two were roommates and lovers. They’d work all day, fucking at work, then go home and fuck all night long as well. They knew each other’s desires and overdelivered on an hourly basis. It’s speculated that these men have worked their reproductive organs to such a degree, that their prostates had probably evolved to the size of grapefruits – and when they would unload, their volumes were epic. And like their sweaty sheens after a hard day’s work, loads were usually gobbled greedily as well.