Simon had had it with the fucking renovations that were taking place in his office building. Sure, it was noisy and distracting, there was crap everywhere, but he fucking hated having to be around a bunch of sweaty workmen, most of them smelling like week old BO and stale cigarette smoke, and he wasn’t shy about letting his disdain show. In fact, by the end of the first week, he’d berated every workman on the project, and they had all had enough of it, and so the next week, a new guy was working as well.

He was supposedly a specialist brought on for some special electrical work, but Simon had this uneasy feeling all day that he was being watched, and every time he felt it he was around the new guy, and it was starting to creep him out. Worse, all day long he had been feeling hornier and hornier, with no explanation whatsoever. It was almost time to leave for the day when he finally gave in and slipped into the bathroom, locking himself into one of the stalls and pulling out his cock to jack off.

However, it was less than a minute later that the door opened, some heavy boots trodded in and another guy sat down in the other stall. “Took you long enough, Simon,” the man said, “Still, we can have some fun now, eh?”

Simon couldn’t stop stroking his cock, when some wave of energy slammed into him–

Si sat down on the gravel, his back against the hot pipes, warm from the sun. Working outside in the summer heat all day, working up a powerful sweat. He lifted an arm and took a whiff of his pit stink, his cock hard in his filthy jeans. He groped it through the denim, stiff with cum from the hundreds of loads he’d shot into them over the last few months–perfect time for a wank. Still, his pits are good, but what he really wants–

Simon ripped his hand away from his cock, gasping for breath. “What the fuck! What the hell was that?”

“Ha, I knew you would be a tough one. This will be fun. Go on, keep stroking–I know how horny you are.”

Simon tried to get up from the toilet and get out of the bathroom, but his arm brushed against his rock hard cock and he gasped, his hand moving against his will, gripping the shaft, stroking–

Si, licking his lips, unknotted his heavy work boots and yanked them off, taking a moment with the second one to shove his face in the neck, smelling the hot leather, the stench of his feet. He gave the side a lick, tasting the grit of the job site, gnawing on the sole, still massaging his cock in his jeans. He was leaking, a stain growing to one side of his crotch. Still, he wanted a proper wank, and he undid the fly and pulled out his thick, seven inch shaft, giving it a few pumps, feeling his thick, overhanging foreskin slide back and forth over his sensitive head. He pulled it all the way down and collected some of his cheese on his grimy fingers, licking it off–

“No–oh god, no!” Simon said, yanking his hand off and gripping the side of the toilet.

“Ha, what a champ! So strong willed, but you’re close, aren’t you, Si? Go on, keep jacking.”

“Please…please don’t, I don’t…” Simon whimpered, his hand creeping back around his cock–

Tasted so fucking good, but his favorite part–he slid off his sock, soaked through with his sweat, he could smell it from a couple of feet away. He smothered his face with the damp fabric, running in across his face, feeling it scratch against his stubble, his smooth head. So fucking close now, he bit down on the sock, sucking his sweat out of it, feeling the orgasm building, and he blew his load all over his greasy tanktop with a loud moan. He sat back, relaxing in the sun, content, before putting his boots back on and getting back to work with his mates.–

The worker got off the toilet and went to the stall next to his, and with a little work, managed to get the lock undone. Sure enough, the stall was empty, and smiling, he left the building, certain that Si would enjoy his new life.

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