GAY EROTIC STORY
"Rocco The Construction Worker"

Construction sites are Stuart’s favourite places to hunt for hot Italian studs. It’s redneck territory, but danger is a big part of the turn-on. He’s sexually attracted to rough men, working-class guys, with cocky attitudes. Summer is the best season for these adventures. That’s when the plaid shirts come off, when these guys parade their bodies in typical macho style. Stuart checks them out, from their hard hats to the size of their work boots – including the way their calf and thigh muscles bulge their denim jeans, plus their taut asses, especially when they bend over. He imagines them naked, with him spreading their butt cheeks, his tongue ready to explore the hairy passage.

Stuart gets horny just looking at their sweaty torsos, the fur on their chests wet with perspiration. He’d give one of them a blowjob right on the worksite, just so he could rub his face in a sweat-soaked crotch. But his main ambition is to lure one of these studs back to his apartment.

This summer, a construction project has started only a block from where he lives. Since he’s self-employed, his hours are flexible, so he’s been surveying the workers from four p.m. to quitting time. Just before leaving his apartment. he always showers, douches, and lubes his ass, in case he gets lucky. At the site, he looks through the viewing holes in the hoardings, trying to detect a prime target. At five, he stands by the gate, to get a closer look as they file out. Today he’s spotted a swarthy hunk he hasn’t seen before – definitely Italian, with dark eyes and a rugged body. In addition to a moustache and a short-cropped beard, a patch of black, chest hair shows at the top of his shirt, which is drenched in sweat. Stuart’s cock is already pushing down his pant leg. He stares intently, watching the man’s every move, making him aware that he’s being observed. And several times, he sees the Italian glaring at him. Stuart already has a perfect name for him – Rocco. At the gate at five o’clock, gripping his lunch pail in his massive hand, Rocco walks, almost swaggers, right up to Stuart. “What are you looking at?” he snarls.

“You.”

“What do you want?”

“Let’s talk over there,” Stuart says, moving a short distance away from the other workers. When Rocco is facing him, Stuart tells him, “I want to suck your cock.”

“You’re a fag!”

“You’re right. And you’re just the man who can teach me a lesson.”

The Italian pauses, looking at him.

“I’ll give you the best blow-job you’ve ever had.” Rocco still looks hesitant. “I don’t know ...”

“You’ll love it, big guy.” Rocco looks back to see if anyone is watching. Then, as he scans Stuart, he asks, “Where do we go?”

“I live two minutes from here,” Stuart says, feeling elated, and he starts walking towards his apartment building. He hears Rocco’s footsteps behind him. They’re in the lobby and then the elevator. The smell of sweat is potent, even in the corridor as they walk to Stuart’s door.

Inside his apartment, Stuart stands, facing Rocco, and reaches to undo his belt.

“Where’s your bed?”

“Follow me,” Stuart says, and when they’re in the bedroom, Rocco stands with his hands on his hips.

Stuart approaches him, drops to his knees, loosens Rocco’s belt, and pulls down his jeans and undershorts. In front of Stuart’s face is a thick mass of pubic hair, a pair of low-hanging testicles and, best of all, a splendid cock, nearly fully hard, the crown a deep red. Rocco wraps his fingers around the base of the thick shaft and points it right at Stuart’s lips.

“You asked for it,” he growls. “Now, let’s see how good a cocksucker you are.”

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