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Construction site voyeur

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 19 Apr 2001 4 comments
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by Bart The first time I saw an adult male jerk off I was being a fourteen year old voyeur perched with my best buddy in the rafters of a neighborhood house in the early stages of construction. Jeff and I played around the construction site a lot and we even knew some of the carpenters by name. The crew didn't't usually work on Saturday afternoons, but on this particular July day, one of the guys named Duke, put in some overtime on the house. Duke was in his late 20's and always worked in cut-off blue jeans, big leather work boots and, generally, no shirt. He was tanned and his chest was ripped with muscles. I remember thinking he had the biggest biceps I'd ever seen. He wasn't't the only guy on the construction crew that was always working without his shirt, but he was by far the one every passer by took notice of. He was over 6 foot tall, had short blonde hair, stubble beard and hairy forearms, but not much hair on his chest. Sometimes I would be in my yard and just stand and watch Duke and the other guys working on framing the new house two lots over. I never thought about being gay then, but I know I sure as hell liked to watch Duke bend and stretch and flex as he worked. He was the most masculine guy in my small world and I stood with a boner and watched him work on more than one occasion. I never talked about him with my buddy, really, although we both talked about his muscles and how much we thought he could bench press. We never talked about him in a sexual context, in fact, if we talked about sex at all, it was about girls from school or maybe the beaver shots from the most recent Penthouse Jeff's dad had bought. We both jerked off and we each knew the other did, but it was rarely, if ever, a topic of general discussion. We always just treated it as a private thing. Well, that all ended on this particular Saturday afternoon in July. Jeff and I walked from my yard over to the new house site just after lunch. No one seemed to be around and we found a way in and crawled up to the roof rafters. The house was framed and the roof on, but inside the walls were only stud walls. The exterior walls were covered. Jeff and I were sitting up in the rafters shooting the shit about all sorts of things, when we heard someone drive up. It turned out to be Duke from the construction crew. When he came into the house he didn't't see us up a few feet above his head. He was wearing his usual work clothes. Cut-offs, work boots, and no shirt. He strapped on his carpenter's belt and started to work in the kitchen area, getting things ready to have a wall bricked. We were scared he would see us and be pissed we were trespassing or something, so we were careful to be still and not give our presence away. After about 30 minutes, Duke grabbed his cooler and pulled out a can of beer and sat down on a saw horse. What happened next was an absolutely magnificent display and one that I think about almost every time I beat off. Jeff and I were probably 25 feet away from Duke. He took several draws on the can of beer and then, assuming he was alone, he started rubbing his crotch. Jeff was all giggly about it, but I threatened to punch him and he stopped. Duke undid his carpenter's belt and let it drop to the floor beside him. Then he unsnapped his cut-offs and they fell to the floor. Duke had on some ratty white briefs and we could immediately see that he had a hard on. Now we were both totally still. Amazed at what we were witnessing and scared and thrilled about what we might be going to see. Sure enough. Duke felt his cock through the worn cotton briefs and then, in one complete motion, pushed them down and stepped out of them. My god! There he stood, naked except for his boots. Dark tanned, muscled, ripped body, with the hardest, most threatening looking penis jutting out and up from his flat gut. The tan line left by his cut-offs made a bright contrast between the skin of his chest and legs and that of his butt and crotch. It framed his massive cock and big balls. His balls were covered with a blonde downy fuzz, and his pubic hair was blonde and thick. Duke sat back with his bare ass on the saw horse and with his right hand grabbed his hard cock and started to stroke it. Full, big, twisting, strokes at first and then straighter and more rapid. He pushed his cock down and we were treated to sight of its full length and girth. His hand was gripping his cock like it was his hammer. Once he had settled into a rhythm, we could see Duke's balls bouncing with every stroke. They were big nuts for the rest of his proportions and his nut sac was hanging long and loose from the heat. After 3-4 minutes Duke stood up and put his left boot on the saw horse so that his nuts were really swinging free. It must have felt really good to him, because he started to moan some and say to himself, but loud enough for us to hear, "fuck yes", "oh man" and "oh ya". He changed legs and put his right foot up on the saw horse and jacked with his left hand. That gave us a perfect view from where we were standing on the rafters and we could see his massive cock as he stretched and pulled it away from his body and then as he rubbed it against his belly. When he did that, we could see that it was a huge cock, because about three inches of it stuck up above his navel. My cock would have to be at least 7 inches just to reach my navel .so Duke's was obviously enormous. Duke continued to jack his cock. Sometimes squatting down on the floor and sometimes standing up with his legs spread. Finally we could see that his testicles were pulling up and his face was dripping sweat. We knew he was getting close. Then the sounds coming from Dukes throat confirmed that cum was about to blow. He moaned deeply and began to buck his hips, making repeated thrusts with his pelvis. Deep, powerful hip thrusts Duke was undoubtedly imagining were socking it to some wet begging pussy or maybe, to some slick begging asshole we won't ever know I guess. When the cum began to shoot it erupted from his big cock head and roped up and out a good two feet. At least 3 good shots blasted out and hit the plywood floor in front of where Duke was standing with his legs bent and hips thrusting. The image is indelibly imprinted on my mind. No sex fantasy is complete without Duke's big dick appearing. After he shot, he stood and milked the remaining cum out of the end of his cock. Now his dick was spongy rather than hard, but it was still very big. His hand work was still making him feel good and he worked himself for a while more. Then he grabbed up his briefs and put then on, having some trouble getting them over his big boots. It gave us an encore look at his massive penis and low hangin balls. Then the cut-offs were back on and within a couple of minutes Duke was preparing to leave. We decided that we wanted to make him realize we might have witnessed his jerk off session. So, once he was out of the house, we jumped down and got ready to run out of the house so that he would see us, but not be able to catch us or stop us. So as he backed his truck out of the lot, we bolted from a side door and across in front of his pickup. He honked and yelled something, but we never turned around. We saw Duke many more times, and even talked to him, but none of us ever mentioned that Saturday except that Jeff and I started to talk about Dukes big cock and we started jerking off together sex was now our chief topic of conversation.