Muscleman Digger

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This afternoon I was driving home from work when I saw the most incredible- looking construction hunk ahead of me. I'd been taking some photos for a project my firm is working on, so I had a camera with me, and a fresh roll of film - and I just couldn't resist.

He looked about nineteen or twenty, probably a new apprentice on the job, and he was wearing a skin-tight white T-shirt and equally tight dark blue trousers. Not the most practical gear for a construction site, but this guy was built, and he knew it. He was using a mattock to break up clumps of the heavy soil on the site around the nearly-complete houses. Every time he raised it above his head, his awesome torso stretched - rising from a slim waist up in a delicious "V" to his broad shoulders. And every time he dropped the mattock he bent, showing off his tight, muscled ass and strong thighs. He was one of the types of guys whose muscles have muscles - but it wasn't overdone, like so many are - it was just plain gorgeous. Just watching him was getting my pants soaked with precum and my zip was about to burst under the pressure.

I just had to grab my camera and start shooting. Then, to my delight, he dropped his mattock and reached up with both hands to push back his longish dark hair, and his upper body stretched into a heart shape.

He must have felt me watching him, or something, because he glanced round. I wasn't quick enough to hide the camera, but he wasn't angry, he just grinned. And his smile was even more devastating than his body. Straight, flashing white teeth, setting off a deep tan and gorgeous baby blue eyes that you could drown in from across the street, and little dimples on either cheek. If this guy wasn't a model, he should have been.

He glanced further up the street, to where all the other work crew were milling around on a break, all ignoring him. Then he started to pose, pump and flex that incredible body for me. I shot almost half a roll of film, then he slowly reached to peel off that tight white T-shirt. I think I moaned, and my cock got even harder, if that was possible, as he slowly slid his hands up his body, inch by inch, dragging the T-shirt with them, revealing more of that body.

I saw his rippled, hairless abs first, a whole eight-pack, then his hard, dark brown nipples, then his hairless, muscled chest. He glanced towards the other workers again, and saw that none were looking his way. Looking back at me, he unleashed his smile again, and gestured me over with his head.

Hardly able to believe what was happening, I slowly climbed out of my car and headed across the street towards him. Fortunately, the street was quiet - I wasn't taking my eyes off his body for anything! He turned around and headed towards the nearest house under construction, glancing behind to check that I was still following. Like the others, it was very close to lock-up stage, needing only the doors to be mounted and some final trim work.

He vanished inside the doorway, and I hurried after him, walking inside just in time to see him heading up the stairs to the second floor. I followed, admiring his tight ass working as he climbed.

On the second floor, he turned into a room with a large window that let in plenty of light, but still afforded complete privacy from the street because of the roof of the porch below. Turning towards me, he smiled again, and spoke for the first time. "Snap away, dude." His voice was as incredible as the rest of him; deep, a little husky, and incredibly sexy. He glanced down at my straining cock, and his smile stretched even wider.

He turned and posed some more, then his hands slowly moved to the waist of his trousers. He undid the belt, then the trousers, and painfully slowly slid them down, exposing his monster cock, sheathed only in a tight g-string. He pulled the trousers up again, then turned his back to me, and slowly slid them down once more, letting me see his delicious bare ass, the twin muscled globes separated by the string. Fortunately I had carried several spare film canisters in my jacket pocket; the first was long used up.

Kicking free of the trousers, he slid his hands up his bulging thighs to the string at his waist, pulling it out from his hips and then peeling it over his tight cheeks and rolling it down his thighs.

Pulling it up again, he turned towards me. His cock was rock solid, and had to be at least ten inches, possibly more. The top of it was thrusting out of the pouch, which held only his balls and a tiny length of his shaft.

He slowly rolled the g-string down over his thighs and muscled calves, then kicked it away, leaving him totally naked. My cock was throbbing fit to burst, and the restraint of my trousers was painful. I just had to peel them off, or go crazy. Looking at me, he grinned, and said, "You may as well get naked too. The clothes are going to be a bit inconvenient in a few minutes."

I couldn't believe that this gorgeous guy was interested in me, but I did as he said. As soon as I was naked he started to pose again, while I frantically shot picture after picture, trying not to come as I stared at his incredible body rippling and flexing, a slight sheen of sweat making his muscles glisten.

Eventually he went to his knees and bent over, offering me a full shot up his ass, then he turned, his hands on his dick, slowly stroking.

I had to fight not to come at the sight, and to keep on holding the camera steady, but I managed, somehow. He stroked until his shaft was glistening and rigid, the head deep purple and straining against his enclosing fingers. He was panting and gasping, and began to moan, then his body bucked. A thick jet of cum sprayed from the gaping purple tip of his cock, reaching almost to the ceiling before falling back down on him in a white rain. He shot again and again, biting his lip to muffle the screams of ecstasy.

Finally, he finished, drenched in cum. He looked up at me, a slightly dazed look in his eyes, and smiled again, still panting. "Now it's time to pay for the photos." He glanced down at his body, then back up at me, his meaning clear. I wasn't objecting - I was hungry for this hot stud.

Putting down the camera, I moved towards him, and slowly pushed him backwards to the floor. Then I began to lick the cum off him - every sweet drop. Running my tongue over that body was sheer heaven; the luscious, pebble-hard nipples, the hot, strong pecs, the broad shoulders and rippling abs, and the hard, strong, bulging thighs. I finally reached where I really wanted to be; that gorgeous cock. By now it was quivering and hard again, and as for mine, it was only by sheer willpower that I hadn't been coming for the past half-hour.

As I'm a pretty large guy (6'4"), I have a correspondingly large mouth, and can take a lot; but getting this guy's head in was an effort even for me. So I started by licking up and down the length of his shaft with my tongue, while he moaned and writhed beneath me. Then I moved my tongue up over the head, licking around the crown, then up and over to the slit, digging my tongue in to get more of his delicious cum and precum, which by now was running like a river.

He moaned again, then reached down and tugged me around until my cock was at his mouth. I'm 8 1/2", and he took me in one gulp, sliding my cock in until his throat muscles caressed and milked me. I moaned around his cock, and felt his body quiver beneath my hands, then he moaned too, around my mouth-captured cock, and it was my turn to quiver.

We both licked and slurped and caressed each other's bodies until we just couldn't hold back anymore. In my case, this was an extremely short length of time. I just exploded, my hips bucking and my cock thrusting into his mouth, spewing torrents of cum as my mind shattered into little fragments of pleasure. He took every drop, and then exploded himself, pulling me away from his cock scant seconds before.

I moaned in protest, and tried to get back onto it, but he shook his head, gasping, saying "I don't want you to drown. Besides, I've got another use for it." His meaning was obvious. I was hungry for his cock, but wasn't sure I'd be able to take it all up me. Still, for this guy, I was wiling to try my damnedest.

We lay side by side for several minutes until we had our breaths back and were ready to go again. It usually only takes me a few minutes to be ready again, but with this stud beside me, I was hot and ready faster than I had ever been before, despite my soul-shattering orgasm just a few minutes previously.

He scooped the cum off our chests and bellies, and I lay back, swinging around against him. I wanted to feel this hunk on top of me. He lubed us up with his cum, then I stretched my legs back as far as I could and he knelt between them. He slid a slick finger inside me, then a second, then a third. He pumped me for a few moments as I moaned and quivered below him, then placed the head of his spear at my entrance, and then slowly began to sink it in.

It didn't hurt too much at first; I was hot and ready, and he'd stretched me. Then he began to get further along the head of his cock, as it swelled and swelled. I gritted my teeth and stretch my legs back further, trying to move onto him - anything to get past the head of his cock.

Finally it sank in with a jerk. The relief was incredible. After the head, I didn't have the slightest problem with his shaft, massive though it was! Slowly, he began to slide in and out, all the way to his groin, then back out to the base of the head. I was in heaven, writhing on his shaft, driving down onto it and then clamping down with my ass muscles as he pulled back out, leaving me feeling empty. He leaned down and began to kiss me deeply, his tongue thrusting into my mouth with the same tempo as his cock was thrusting into my ass.

Soon, we began to pant and gasp, the sweat pouring off us. We ran our hands over one another's bodies, and then he reached down to my cock and started to stroke me in unison. All too soon, I couldn't hold back from the edge any more and hurtled over, sinking my teeth into his shoulder as my body contracted. He yelled out "I can feel you coming! It's... Oh, here's mine!" With those words he exploded into me, thick jet blasts of cum, then sank onto me. We kissed, then slowly and reluctantly pulled apart.