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That night, after staring at the TV next to my wife for an hour, I realized I couldn't focus. I made an excuse, something about some work I needed to finish, and went upstairs to my home office and closed the door.
I sat at my desk and searched for glory holes.
A whole new world opened up in front of me. It turns out, I wasn't the only curious man who'd had the balls to push it through and get sucked by another man. The internet was full of visual examples of many, many more.
I started off by watching some porn with a hot girl sucking off guy after guy through a glory hole, but quickly realized it didn't have the same... allure. Before I could stop myself, I clicked on 'men sucking men' through glory holes. And to my surprise, I found a video of a guy in a suit sucking a guy in trades gear through one such hole. And to no surprise, my dick strained through my shorts. In no more than 60 seconds, I shot a lot into a wad of tissues.
Downstairs, I was finally able to focus on television, my wife next to me, with no idea that earlier that day, I'd fulfilled a fantasy I didn't even know I'd had.
Even before I'd showered the next morning and left the house, I had a sense of expectation. Like today would be different. As though something would happen that would reward whatever tedious tasks I'd have to wade through for the rest of the day.
There was a bounce to my step, a feeling that my life was on track. Even as I walked past... no, especially when I walked past the construction site and watched those same men who'd been working on that office block for quite a few weeks.
As I turned the corner to my office, enjoying those early summer morning smells, I saw Rhett. Just a quick flash of those blue eyes under that white helmet and the high-vis outfit. While I couldn't see the name on the sleeve from my distance, there was something about him that made me almost certain. And the way he caught my eye as I walked past. Perhaps, maybe I was imagining it, the small, cheeky smile that he gave me in that one second before I went out of view.
I rounded that bend, realizing my dick was instantly too hard, to the point I had to subtly adjust it and try to tuck it under my belt and forced myself to think about something else.
The shopping center stood between Rhett's construction site and my office. I passed it acutely aware of it, but now seeing it as the place of some kind of intensity. Something I must avoid.
But knew I would not.
Perhaps it was the fact that I immediately pushed any meeting from 1 p. m. onwards back to past 2 p. m. and blocked out my calendar from 12 p. m. until then.
Because I knew that today I would be taking lunch at 12:30 again.
All of this was subconscious of course, because on the surface, my plan was to get ahead of my workload. And I was kidding myself. Like convincing myself I went to the gym for the smoothies.
That morning dragged on, no matter how busy I was, but eventually, at 12:15 I left the office.
I didn't get a deli roll, because that's not what I was hungry for.
My intention was to stroll through the shopping center and see if I had the courage to go there again.
My legs answered that question.
As per the previous day, the mall was busy with the usual shoppers chattering away, the regular announcements overhead, and the bustling nature of a lunchtime mall.
To my relief, the end stall was empty, but to my disappointment, the one next to it was not.
I sat and pulled my trousers down, already stiff with anticipation as I waited and hoped for Rhett to return.
What he'd done with his mouth yesterday had been incredible.
But 20 minutes later, I realized that Rhett wasn't coming. The stall next to me stayed empty.
Five minutes after that, I gave up and zipped up.
Back at the office, I was in a mood that had changed considerably.
At 4 p. m., I'd had enough of work. I'd worked so much overtime, I'd decided enough was enough. I took my bag, shut down my workstation, and quietly exited.
For whatever reason, the situation with Rhett had been a one-off. Perhaps he'd scratched an itch and now was sated. That's it. No more Rhett. He goes back to his wife or his girlfriend or whoever had the pleasure every night, having explored the glory hole fantasy just once.
That construction site was empty, as those guys generally worked early morning. I passed it giving it only a quick glance.
Only one guy was locking up tools and loading up his van.
It was Rhett.
I slowed, pretending to be curious about the construction, but knowing I must have looked obvious.
As Rhett loaded his tools into the back of his van and slammed the door shut, he looked up and saw me. Again, that small smirk as he registered me. He began to turn away, but then stopped and turned to look at me.
He just stood there, expectantly. Hands holding his van keys and the other in his pocket. Then he turned, looking back at the building, then back at me. I slowed even more, curious as to what he'd do.
He turned and walked back to the main entrance, a white wooden door with a lock on it. I watched him type in his pin code, then look back at me. I'm sure I didn't imagine that he gave me a slight nod.
I'd almost cleared the site and was about to turn a corner but fully stopped. The door was open but Rhett had gone through it, though I could see a hand holding it.
A small path had been made with concrete slabs that led to the only entrance to the site. I tentatively walked towards the door and where Rhett held the door open.
As I came to the entry, I saw Rhett standing there, holding the door, smiling.
He had a sexy smile and reminded me of someone who was afraid of very little. The kind of jock I went to school or college with who didn't mind being the first to push through something new.
I reached the door, unsure what to do, but as I got there, Rhett said, "Hey. How's your day?"
I smiled nervously. "Good thanks, and yours?"
He nodded. "Great. Wanna come have a look?"
For a few seconds I was terrified. What if someone saw me entering a construction site without a helmet, in my suit? Something I knew would be hard to explain.
As if he read my mind, Rhett turned to his left and grabbed a helmet and a badge that read VISITOR, while his foot held the door open.
Feeling only marginally less intimidated, I stepped through and entered the construction site.
Rhett offered me the helmet, which I put on, then clipped the badge onto my suit pocket.
"Are you sure this is okay?" I said, my voice revealing my fear.
He nodded with all the confidence I didn't have. "Yep. We get suits here all the time. Come," and he turned to walk along a path towards the center of the concrete structure.
A lot of work was underway, steel poles strewn around, and scaffolding like some kind of human-sized Tetris. I followed Rhett as he confidently walked through the site.
It appeared that we were the only ones on site. I guessed they started early and finished early.
We reached a narrow staircase which Rhett started up like he'd done it a thousand times, and so I followed him.
At the top, I could see open spaces where I assumed windows would be put in sometime soon. The open air diffused some of the concrete and metallic smells that were all around us. Through a narrow area that I imagined would one day become an office corridor, he led us through a slightly darkened passage and into a room that was partially finished. The windows were in but tape was still around them.
The room was small, perhaps it was going to be a small office or meeting room, overlooking the south of our city.
Inside, Rhett slowed then turned to me, moving his hand to the crotch of his pants.
I could already see the outline of his bulge.
I looked around me, grounding myself and attuning myself to everything around me. It was quiet in the way a construction site should be at the end of the day. Having walked through, I knew that any sounds traveled in the open spaces, so we'd surely hear anyone coming.
Even with Rhett in front of me, with his hand on his bulge, I wondered if I could go through with this. A glory hole was one thing. But this? This was something else.
This was another step.
But I didn't run.
I approached him tentatively, giving away my trepidation and fear. Rhett's demeanor calmed me somewhat, the way he looked so relaxed, because we were on his turf and he knew what was what. In front of him, I let my bag drop to the dusty floor. I looked between Rhett's face and his bulge, not sure what to do, realizing I was out of my depth. Rhett knew this, he could sense it, so he stepped forward and gently put his hand on my bulge, but he stared at me. It made me a little uncomfortable. I stared at his bulge, while he lightly stroked mine. All the while, I was aware he stared at me.
We both put our helmets on the ground. Finally, I met his gaze. Those blue eyes, like ice in that room, instantly cooling me. Coupled with that grin he did, which I could interpret in many ways. Confident, yes. Expectant? Definitely. He moved in to kiss me and I suddenly moved away.
What the fuck?
He paused. "Sorry," he said. I shook my head, a little rattled by his attempt to kiss me but also alarmed that I felt an urge to let him.
Rhett began to unzip my trousers, popping the button and undoing my belt, so I moved my hand forward and reached out to grab his. You couldn't mistake that huge dick's outline in those tight pants for anything else. His eyes still stared at me while his hands expertly reached into my underpants and slid in and cupped my cock. It was hard and had been since we'd walked into the construction site.
I managed to unzip his pants and saw a wet patch on the top of his red undies. I pulled them down feeling that trembling in my legs as I reached inside and wrapped my hands around his dick. There was something about this situation that was both terrifying and a huge turn on.
I leaned close as we played with each other's cocks. His face was close enough that I could feel his breath on my cheek. And I could tell he was still watching me. I looked up. Those eyes. That cheeky smile. And those lips. I stared back, feeling something building in my chest that added to my nerves. Our lips were so close.
Curiosity got the better of me, as his hand worked magic on mine. His hand was big and warm as it slowly stroked all of it, occasionally playing with my balls. It felt so good. His lips hovered just inches from mine. I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to kiss me. And part of me, despite everything, wanted to know what that felt like. Our eyes locked. Then he leaned in, barely brushing my mouth. He didn't push it. Just held the moment. I stroked him, my body reacting to the slow rhythm of his hand on me, even as our mouths pressed together. My lips were dry, so I licked them. He took that as an invitation, running his tongue lightly across mine.
Something transpired then, the way his hand felt, and the way his tongue had briefly touched mine. I opened it slightly and kissed him. He opened up to me immediately, gently letting our lips kiss, then slowly darting his tongue in to loosen me up. It made me so close and I wondered why I was enjoying this so much. I pushed those thoughts right out of my mind.
Our tongues began to explore, and our lips continued to relax. Then his hand came up behind my neck and he pulled me in and he pressed his body, and his cock, firmly against mine. The kiss became a passionate one, and I surprised myself by matching his intensity.
I stood, in a construction site, with a construction worker in high viz I'd only seen through a glory hole the day before, by an open window overlooking the city, standing in a passionate embrace, kissing like two lovers. What turned me on even more was feeling our dicks pressed together as we kissed.
I had never kissed a man before and I wondered if Rhett had as our tongues intermingled. His hand went back down between us and found my cock and resumed stroking it. I could have jizzed right then between us.
Rhett pulled away, kept looking at me as he dropped down to his knees with my dick in his hand as he gazed up at me. Whether it was those blue eyes, the intensity in them or the fact we'd just made out, might have been the reason I nearly shot my load. I pushed him away.
"Wait..."
He looked disappointed and confused, and stood up.
"I almost came. Give me a second," I said with a little embarrassment.
But Rhett looked relieved. "You want to try sucking mine?" I liked his accent. Texan, probably.
Then I completely surprised myself and leaned forward and kissed him voluntarily. He didn't hesitate, and pulled me in close into another passionate kiss.
After what felt like hours, I paused and said, "I've never sucked before. But want to try. Please don't shoot in my mouth."
He shook his head. "Cool, no problem. I won't, I promise. And I won't judge you either." Followed by that trademark cheeky grin. That grin probably got him more blowjobs and free drinks than a pop star on tour.
I realized he didn't fit how he looked. Most good looking people know they are and act a certain way. Rhett came across like someone who didn't play those games.
I crouched to my knees, careful not to touch the ground in my black office trousers. With Rhett's dick in my hands, I just stroked it and studied it. It was a great dick. I had never really thought about them before. Sure, in porn you take note, but only in how the guy uses it with others. Having one in your hand up close is an experience I was starting to appreciate.
I licked the tip. Rhett moaned. His hands went to the back of my head, gently stroking my head. I didn't want to disappoint him, especially after the blowjob he'd given me the previous day.
I opened my mouth and put the head inside and slowly tasted it, pushing the foreskin back. There was a lot of it, but it went back all the way. Underneath it tasted salty and sweaty. Yeah, it really did, it tasted a little like sweat, but also soap. Like he'd only just recently showered. A nice scent, and enough to make me want to explore further. Again, I stroked it, putting it further into my mouth.
He was patient, gently stroking my head, playing with my ears tenderly and letting me go at my own pace. So I felt emboldened to see how much of it I could take in my mouth. It turns out quite a lot. I'm sure I wasn't going to give this guy the best blowjob he'd ever received, but I didn't want it to be the worst either.
I know how it should feel when someone's sucking m. So I tried to give him that. Using my hands to wank his thick dick, I moved mouth and tightened it and sucked. It must have been good because again his hands massaged my neck, my ears, the back of my head.
I sucked it all the way to the base, pushing my nose right up to his base and into the bush of his pubes. I really liked the smell, and also feeling his balls against my chin. With one hand, I began stroking his balls, and with the other I stroked his shaft, then sucked Rhett's much like he'd sucked mine the day before.
After a while, my legs were getting sore from the angle, so I stopped and stood up. Rhett immediately pulled me into a big kiss. This time our lips knew each other, and fell into a delicious rhythm. Again, rubbing against each other.
As we kissed, I felt Rhett shuffle, and realized he was unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it open so I could see his chest. It was a bit hairy around his chest, with a small trail that thinned as it reached his cock. Those dark hairs did something to me I cannot explain, so I reached out and gently stroked his chest.
He moaned, kissed me harder, pressed me into him so our cocks again were gyrating together. I felt my trousers drop to the floor, but at this point I no longer cared.
Realizing this, Rhett dropped his pants too so we were half naked. I quickly undid my tie, and unbuttoned my shirt. Or rather, I started to, but then Rhett helped me by undoing the bottom buttons.
I was a little hairier than Rhett, not quite as defined, but judging by the way he looked at me, he seemed more than down with my body. He looked at me again, seeming to appraise me differently.
"Fit," he said, then almost roughly pulled me in for another kiss, pressing our chests together and our rockard dicks.
Pressed against him like that, I felt the pressure build again. With Rhett kissing me, and our hairy chests pressed against each other, and our cocks stimulating each other vigorously, I knew I either had to stop or I'd nut.
I moaned, tried to pull away, but Rhett's grip on me was tight. Again, I tried to pull away, knowing I was really close, but once more, Rhett doubled down and continued to kiss me, rubbing our cocks and our chests together. My belly against his, my balls knocking against mine.
I was about to explode. Then I realized, so was he. A loud moan escaped him as I felt the beginning of his jizz spurt between us. And that's when I exploded too. Both of us, kissing and rubbing against each other like that just loosed so much jizz that I could feel it dripping down my legs.
Exhausted, panting, we kissed a bit longer, then pulled away. But Rhett's hand was still on the back of my neck, and he stared at me.
He grinned. "That was hot!"
I smiled, feeling sated, suddenly tired but also strangely comfortable with him.
"Yeah," was all I could think to say. We began to button up, pull our underpants up and our trousers, then donned the construction helmets and began our journey back out.
Rhett turned to me as we walked, "What do you do?"
The impulse to lie was strong, but I didn't. Something held me in check. "I'm an architect. Work on buildings much like this one." He nodded and continued to lead us to the stairs.
"What about you?" I asked, then quickly added, "Other than work on a construction site."
He gave me that grin that might have got my dick hard again.
"Site foreman," he said casually, which threw me. I hadn't expected that. I guess him being on site after everyone left kind of made sense at that point.
We made our way out. Just before we got to the door when I handed him my helmet and the badge, I said, "Hey... I'm super discreet. Hope that's okay."
Rhett gave me a smile. "Yeah, that suits me fine. Don't need anyone's loved one chasing me. No helmet's gonna protect me from that."
I laughed and headed out the door. Outside, as I nodded and half waved and started off, he called out.
"Hey."
I paused and looked back. He was almost at his van.
"What's your name?"
"Miles. And you're Rhett right?"
His smile disappeared, and he looked away. Before he could ask, I put him out of his misery.
"It's written on your shirt."
He laughed. Then winked. As I walked off, I realized I had a big problem.
I liked Rhett a lot.
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