Skyscraper Suck-Off

(fictional) James opened his fly and pissed off the side of the building as the other men on the crew laughed. They were working on the 25th floor of a new skyscraper. The floors and the elevators were installed, but the exterior walls were nothing but plastic sheeting. Later that afternoon, James and I were alone on the 30th floor, when I felt James brush up behind me, his thick dick pressing against my ass. "I saw you looking at my cock when I was pissing," he said in my ear. I swallowed, my own prick growing stiffer. James moved his hand over my zipper, pressing against my straining erection. "Want a close-up?" he asked. I felt James unzipping his pants and then the hot pressure his log against my ass. I turned around slowly, James' prick brushing over my hip, while I pushed back, feeling this man of steel up against me, and then, taking a deep breath, looked down. Hard, James' cock was even more impressive. It was long and thick, with a big, bulging head and a thick veiny shaft, darker than the rest of his ski. Rigid, it stood straight up, pointing at me. "You can suck it if you want, " James smiled. I reached down and wrapped my hand around James' thick prick, feeling it pulse in my hand. My fingers were cool from the air blowing in through the openings, making James' dick feel even hotter in my exploring hands. James placed his hand on my shoulders, pushing me down. Keeping my hand wrapped around James' pulsing prick, I moved my mouth to his giant dick and kissed it. James moaned encouragingly and I licked his shaft, trying to trace the veins with my tongue. "Go on and suck it," James groaned. I opened my mouth and James held his cock steady, feeding it into my face. I marveled at the enormous hot stick moving between my lips, closing my mouth and tightening his tongue around the bulge of James' prick. I pulled at James pants, exposing his ass, and clenched his hands around the man's firm ass-cheeks, feeling them flex as James began to fuck my mouth. Driving in and out between my lips, James moved faster and faster, feeling my fingers creep towards his asshole. James gasped in surprise at the pressure, moving his cock faster and faster. He grabbed my head, holding me still as he screwed my mouth. The wind whistled through the open floor, tingling over James' exposed balls. I pressed my finger more urgently against James' asshole, feeling his balls smacking against my stubbly chin, his cock driving urgently into my mouth. With a shout echoing over the empty floor, James pushed his dick deep into my mouth, his balls pressing against my chin, and emptied his hot load down my throat. I gagged on the thick cream spilling from James' balls and then swallowed determinedly, sucking him dry. James pulled his cock back out of my mouth, gasping for breath. He pulled his pants up and buckled them. "Not bad," he said. "We'll try the 31st floor tomorrow."