The security guard on site was a fit fucker, but he was - on the face of it - the sort of bloke you didn’t mess around with. A good six foot, barrel-chested, dark buzz cut hair with matching stubble, and his uniform was form-fitting in all the right places. Ears on the verge of cauliflowering, nose broken. Name of Simon. I’d developed a sort of friendship with him over the weeks on the site, popping in on my way home for a chat, saying good morning on the way in as his shifts overlapped mine at each end (as it were…). Just kept on being friendly with no ulterior motive.
One Monday morning, he wasn’t in the security office; I thought no more about it and went about my job first fixing the second floor of the third building under construction. Come the evening, on autopilot I popped in, and there he was. Sat in his chair, monitor screens lit up all around, stupid grin on his face and a very impressive black eye.
“What the fuck happened to you? I asked.
He cast an eye over the screens, then indicated the lone comfy chair across from him. “Sit down, butt, I’ll tell you all about it.”
It turned out that that Saturday night there’d been a break-in on the site, although a not very well organised nor competently done one. A pair of lads, can’t have been more than twenty (he showed me on the CCTV), had cut through the wire fence and then tried to nick (first of all) a mini-roller (how the fuck they were going to make a quiet getaway with that…) and when that wouldn’t start (duh…) tried to ransack the copper pipe store. The cutting of the fence had alerted the Simon who waited to see what they were about. He’d then alerted the cops when the mini-roller was tried, and went out himself when the store was approached. He startled the two lads, but in the ‘subduing phase’ of the ‘operation’ (his words) the one with the wire cutters managed to crack him one on the side of the head prior to being ‘subdued’. The Police arrived in time to see the head cracking incident, and carted the two lads away. Simon was carted off to hospital for assessment.
“Kept me in overnight,” Simon said. “Skull too thick to crack see, but they wanted to be sure.” So did the company to be fair, so they had Simon reassessed by a corporate doc Monday morning. “Fit for work, butt.” He grinned from ear to ear. “Two little gobshites like that won’t be stopping me.” He clutched his balls. “Ruined me Sunday fun too the little bastards.”
“Disappointed lady?” I smiled at him.
He shook his head, but smiled back, took a phone out his trouser pocket, fiddled with it and tossed it to me. I took a look at the screen. I whistled in appreciation. He nodded at the screen. “Name’s Ryan. Been trying to get him round my place for months. Stars finally aligned Sunday and I get head impact assessed. If ever I see them little bastards again I’ll…”
“He’s as fit as fuck, I’ll give you that…”
Simon narrowed his eyes. “So you… ?”
“… Wouldn’t push him out of bed for eating biscuits, no.” I took a look at the picture again. Blue eyes, dirty blond, shaggy cut hair, decent beard, grubby hiviz work gear, a slightly fitter and trimmer version of Simon. “What’s he do?”
“Truck mechanic up the Valleys,” Simon replied.
“Didn’t have this pegged as your type,” I grinned at him. “More the vacant bimbo spaced out on Red Bull and vodka I’d have had you down for.”
“That’s as maybe,” he replied, leaning forward. “Had you figured out in a day or two.”
“How so?”
“Clocking the scaffies, clocking the delivery drivers, clocking anything stocky and sweaty.” He put a hand out and flipped up the shaggy edge of my shorts. “Going commando all the fucking time.”
I looked down at the hand. “Fair cop then mate.” I looked back into his eyes. “Gonna act on your new intelligence?”
He took his hand away, leaned back and chuckled. “Fuck yeah. Not today though. Reckon Ryan here’s good for a threesome - interested?”
I laughed. “Fuck yeah!”
“Bung us your number and I’ll let you know.”
I took his phone and put my number into it.
Simon smiled. “Shift’s over in an hour or so, but I’m under orders to rest up for a few days - which as a responsible employee I’m gonna take seriously.” He waved his phone. “I’ll be in touch…”
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A few weeks after that, my phone pinged late one evening - ‘Stars have fuckin aligned again - up for a 3some still Sunday morning?’
I fumbled my reply - ‘fuck yes where and when’
The reply came back - ‘my place [address] half nine showered no soap wear work kit boots and all’
I sent back a thumbs up emoji.
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I’d got my roughest grey jogger shorts on, grubby grey hoodie, hiviz tabard and beat up riggers. I knocked on the door, and Simon answered more or less straight away. “Watched you park up. Fuck you’re a sight!”
“Followed instructions,” I replied.
He nodded. “Ryan’s inside - no we’ve not started anything - thought to wait for you.”
I brushed past him into the flat and into the living area. The well-buffed bloke in oily hiviz orange t and trousers stopped looking out the window and half turned towards us. “He’ll fuckin’ do.”
With a backward nod of his head, Simon beckoned us into the bedroom with its curtains wide open and its view of open fields to hills beyond. Once we were both inside, he closed the door, then carefully pointed out the side table with lube, rubbers and brown bottles on it. “Should the need arise,” was all he said. He then took me firmly by the back of the neck and planted a definite kiss on my lips, slipping the tabard off and chucking it into a corner. Ryan gathered us both up in a large hug and buried his bearded face in-between us, inhaling deeply. Our arms went round each other and the kisses became more aggressive, more rough, sharing of tongues between the three of us.
Without much ado, Ryan dropped to his knees and started sniffing and licking round my cock, taking my rapidly growing stiffie into his mouth through the joggers, darkening the material. He gave it a playful nibble, then turned his attention to Simon’s cock in his dark uniform trousers, getting that hard too. Then back to mine, making the dark patch he’d left at first even darker, then back to Simon’s.
I ran my hands down Simon’s white short sleeved shirt, and ripped the clip-on tie off him, threw that into a corner, then I too sank to my knees and helped Ryan get Simon’s cock well and truly hard through the trouser material. I put my hands on Ryans butt, still in his orange hiviz trousers, and got a good feel of his arse cheeks. He pushed back into my hand, giving me encouragement. Ryan carefully unzipped Simon’s fly, and released his cock - girthy, uncut, but not too long - and gave it a damn good sucking, right to the back of his throat. I dug gently in and got Simon’s balls out into the open and then gave then a good licking before getting them in my gob. Simon put a hand on each of our heads, put his head back and just groaned “Mmm - fuck yes….”
Simon then pulled both our heads away, and roughly pulled Ryan up to his feet, and then threw him on his back on the bed. Simon tugged his trousers down - left the steelies on though - and straddled Ryan’s face, who got to work licking Simon’s arse and balls. He pointed at Ryan’s crotch, and I got between Ryan’s legs, pushed them apart and got his cock out of his greasy hiviz trousers, pushing his greasy boots apart with my knees. His cock had a PA in it, but I don’t mind them, so that cock went straight down the back of my throat. I put my hands under his arse cheeks and pulled that cock into me, loving every second of it. I then pushed his grubby hiviz t up so I could get at his nipples - touched them and he jerked, making Simon bounce up a little.
Ryan pushed Simon up off his face, then gently tugged his cock out of my mouth, then he turned onto all fours facing me, and pulled my joggers down and off (went easy over the riggers) and took my rigid and precumming cock in his mouth. Meanwhile Simon had snuck onto the bed and had managed to rip or slit Ryans trousers enough to expose his arsehole. He then sent about shoving his stubbly face deep into Ryan’s arse, rimming him out good. Ryan’s hand was massaging my balls, and he was moaning round my cock as I was sure Simon’s tongue was pressing deep into his arse. Ryan’s cock was dribbling precum onto the bed.
Simon eased away from Ryan’s arse, and I leaned over Ryan’s body to get my own tongue in Ryan’s musky hole, only to find that Simon had knelt behind me and now I was feeling the benefit of that stubble grinding into my own hole. He reached round and just grabbed at my cock - din’t wank it or anything - just held it in a firm grip, occasionally playing with the stream of precum leaking out.
With Ryan still on all fours, I got up off the bed and tugged Ryan’s arse towards me. I felt up his hole to see if I needed any lube, but I didn’t; Simon and I had got this bloke good and ready. Simon was already feeding his cock into Ryan’s mouth, while I tapped my cock on his arse just above his hole, then I gently found the little pucker and started to push. My cock slid up easily, though Ryan was a little tight, and I could feel him clench down to let me know he knew I was inside him. I started to slow fuck him as I didn’t want to cum too soon - I don’t think any of us wanted to cum too soon…
Simon pulled out of Ryan’s mouth and came round behind me. I pushed Ryan’s head down onto the bed, leaning forward to keep him there. I felt Simon finger my arse, then he pushed me a little forward and I felt a warm presence against my hole. I managed to reach for a brown bottle, took a few sniffs and then Simon was pushing his cock against my arse, and with that help it went deep inside me. I was leaning down onto Ryan, fucking him slow; as I pushed into him, I could feel Simon’s cock pull out of me, but as I pulled out of Ryan, Simon’s cock went back deep in. Seemed that Simon and Ryan were standing/lying still and I was the one doing all the work in the middle! Didn’t fuckin’ care to be honest; had my cock taken care of by a warm arse and my arse taken care of by a hot cock, and flying off the brown bottle. I was sweating hard into my hoodie, and knew that my legs were sweaty too. Ryan had a well visible sweat patch under each arm of his T-shirt, and a big one down the middle of his back. I wiped seat off my brow with the sleeve of my hoodie, leaving a dark mark on the grey fabric. Couldn’t see how damp Simon was, but that white uniform shirt must’ve been getting see-through…
Simon put an arm around my chest and one round my neck, and, leaving his cock up me, pulled me out of Ryan and held me there. “Get off the bed,” he said to Ryan. “This one’s turn now…” Once Ryan had got up, Simon pulled out of me and threw me onto the bed. “Face up,” he commanded, then looked at Ryan and pointed at me. I lay on the bed and Ryan took my boots in his hands, lifted my legs up and put his PAed cock straight up me - Simon had done a good job, it slid up easily and the PA felt fantastic - more so after another little sniff. Simon himself put a knee either side of my head and leaned forward to snog Ryan as he was fucking me, then gently lowered himself down so’s I could lick his balls and get my tongue up his musky arse. I went to touch my cock, but Simon slapped my hands away and trapped my arms under his legs. Ryan just kept using my arse as a fuck toy.
After a good few minutes, Simon got up off my hard working tongue, and with a rough kiss, pulled Ryan out of me. Then he took my legs over his own shoulders and in one push got his cock right up my arse, then proceeded to fuck me rough, hammering my prostate. Ryan handed me the brown bottle again, and I took a few hits, then closed my eyes and put my arms above my head, where Ryan held them down. Simon felt up my legs, then ran his hands under my sweat soaked hoodie, then onto each side of my head, fucking me all the while. He slid his hands down to my neck and gripped - not tight, not hard, but gripped. I was fucking loving this, my cock bouncing on my stomach, dripping and trailing precum.
Simon pulled out of me again, flipped me onto all fours and in one move shoved his cock back inside. He wrapped one arm round my chest and the other round my neck and held me tight against his sweat soaked shirt. Meanwhile Ryan was kneeling on the bed in front of me and I needed no hints, so I opened my mouth and his cock went in balls deep. Simon pulled the hood on my hoodie up and over my head, then went back to hard fucking my arse.
Minutes later Simon let go of me, and Ryan pulled me off Simon’s cock. Simon went to sit on the side of the bed and Ryan stood me up, snogged me deep, pushed the hood back down, then backed me onto Simon’s waiting cock. I started to fuck myself with Simon’s cock while Ryan sat on the one chair in the bedroom and gently toyed with his own cock, oozing precum onto the orange hiviz. I bounced up and down on Simon’s cock for a while, till he pushed me off, and turned to lay lengthwise on the bed. He looked at Ryan and patted the bed beside him, then at me nodding for me to follow.
Ryan lay on the bed next to Simon, but Simon turned him to face away from him, and while on his side slowly eased his cock up Ryan. I lay facing Ryan, and gathered him in my arms for a deep and passionate snog while Simon beavered away behind. I put my hand round Ryan’s cock and was gently stroking his rock hard dick when he whispered in my ear “Gonna cum… don’t fuckin’ stop…” I continued stroking him, Simon kept on fucking him, and soon Ryan was starting to gasp for breath, and then he came in my hand, rope after rope of hot white cum, squirting up my arm. I licked some of it off and fed it back to him in a kiss which he devoured passionately.
Simon leant over to kiss Ryan, then gently withdrew from him, and grabbed me by the hoodie to him, forcing me onto my back. He got my boots up round his ears and then rammed his cock into me, hitting my prostate with such intent that I thought I was cumming precum there was so much of it. Simon leant down, resting his hands on my chest, pushing me down, rough fucking me till I was drenched in sweat, and his shirt was clinging to his body wet enough I could see every hair on his chest and both erect nipple. Ryan returned the favour on me, and very gently with the tip of a finger massaged the tip of my cock in the precum I was leaking until I could hold back no more, and let fly with rope after rope of cum of my own, all over my hoodie and Simon’s hands.
Simon took his cock out of me, and shuffled up my body to sit on my chest, and he fed his cock into my mouth. He’d didn’t have to fuck that for long before jets of cum came out his cock and hit the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop.
He rolled off, and pulled both Ryan and I in for a massive, sweaty, cummy, musky hug. We lay there for a good while, gently kissing, gently steaming, till Simon rolled off the bed. He stripped off his sweat stained shirt, steelies, socks and trousers and threw them on the floor. He picked up my shorts and wiped his head with them and chucked them on the pile he'd left. “Help yourselves,” he said pointing at the clothes. “I’ll make us some coffee…”
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Fin
The End.
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