LOGINMY CONSTRUCTION SITE SEX-LOVE STORY 4 I pulled his trousers and boxers down just enough, bent him slightly forward over the desk, and slid back inside him in one smooth thrust. A whimper laced with pleasure and pain escaped his mouth. But I fucked him standing up — slowly but deep, one arm wrapped around his chest, the other stroking his cock as I took him from behind. Elias moaned shamelessly, pushing back onto me, begging for more. “Please… don’t stop… I need more….” I gave him everything he begged for, thrusting harder, kissing his neck and shoulders until he came again with a broken sob. I followed soon after, filling him once more. When we finally pulled apart, both of us were breathing hard, covered in sweat and cum. I kissed him softly and asked, “Would you like to spend the night at my place?” Elias looked at me with shy, sparkling eyes and nodded. “Yes… please.” The drive to my apartment was quiet at first. Then I glanced over at him and said, “I want your mouth while
MY CONSTRUCTION SITE SEX-LOVE STORY 3 I gently laid him down on the large couch in the corner of my office. I undressed him completely, kissing every new inch of skin I revealed. I worshipped his body, sucking on his nipples until they were swollen and sensitive, licking down his stomach, kissing his trembling thighs. When I finally reached his cock again, I gave it one slow, loving suck before moving lower. I spread his legs wide and buried my face between his cheeks. I ate him out slowly, lovingly — long, wet licks over his tight hole before pushing my tongue inside. Elias moaned beautifully, hands fisting my hair as I tongue-fucked him open. I added one finger, then two, scissoring him gently while I continued licking and sucking his rim. When he was loose, slick, and begging, I slicked my cock with plenty of lube and positioned myself between his legs. I entered him slowly, watching his face the entire time. The stretch made him whimper, but I kept kissing him, whispering prai
MY CONSTRUCTION SITE FUCK-LOVE STORY2The rest of the workday was pure hell.Every time I looked at Elias across the site, my cock throbbed at the memory of his mouth around me. He kept stealing glances too, cheeks flushed, shifting uncomfortably in his dusty work pants. We both made sure to stay visible, acting normal, but the tension between us was electric.I deliberately delayed the final inspection reports until well after sunset. One by one, the other workers packed up and left. When the last truck drove off, only Elias and I remained on the quiet construction site.I locked the main office door behind us the moment he stepped inside.The moment the lock clicked, I was on him.I dropped to my knees right there in the middle of my office in the site, not even bothering to turn on the main lights. The only illumination came from the small desk lamp, casting a warm, golden glow over us. I yanked his belt open with impatient hands and pulled his pants and boxers down to his thighs.
MY CONSTRUCTION SITE SEX-LOVE STORY 1 Not even for once did I ever think I would risk everything on a construction site, but the moment I saw him, I stopped caring, or I'd less, because I was ready to risk everything for this one person. A single glance at him stole every single breath of mine, working with him in mind? It was more than torture. It was pure hell! At some point, I was beginning to feel like I was intentionally making myself go through this. Why wouldn't I just approach him?Well, in my situation, the only recognized relationship here was the normal worker-worker relationship. Someone in my position would be scared to risk it as well.My bad... I'm sorry if I hadn't introduced myself earlier. My name is Adrian. I’m twenty-nine, the youngest site manager this company has ever had, and I’ve been fighting a hopeless crush on my subordinate, Elias, for the past sixteen months. Yeah, that long. He’s twenty-one, quiet, hardworking, with messy dark hair, soft brown eye
I LET THE MECHANIC RUIN ME WITH A FUCK MACHINE 2 “Oh Fuck…” I moaned, head falling forward. My cock was leaking steadily now, a thin string of precum dangling from the tip of my cock, before breaking and falling to the concrete floor. The machine had found my prostate and was hammering it mercilessly. Each powerful thrust of the thick dildo stretched my hole wider, the veined silicone dragging along my inner walls before slamming back in with wet, obscene squelching sounds. My legs trembled violently in the spreader bar, wrists burning from the cuffs suspended above my head. I was completely helpless, hanging there like a piece of meat, ass presented perfectly for the machine to destroy. Vik took a few strides back and dropped into his old office chair, legs spread wide. His massive cock stood proud between his thick thighs, heavy and veined, the head already glistening with precum. He wrapped one big, calloused hand around it and started stroking slowly, eyes never leaving me.
I LET THE MECHANIC RUIN ME WITH A FUCK MACHINE 1I would have never imagined my morning would end with my legs spread wide, wrists chained to the ceiling, and a thick mechanical dildo slamming into my ass while the fifty something year-old mechanic who owned the garage watched with a hungry grin.My name is Williamson. At twenty-six I’m one of the most recognizable faces on international news networks — wealthy, polished, always in control. I drive a custom matte-black Aston Martin that I treat like a child. That car is my baby. So when some idiot in an SUV clipped my rear fender while I was speeding toward the studio for the 7 AM broadcast, I lost it. I couldn’t wait until after the show. I needed it fixed now so I called and booked the nearest garage.The nearest garage was a rundown place called “Viks Auto” just off the highway. I pulled in, tires screeching. The main bay was empty except for a few half-finished cars on lifts. No one was in sight. I was about to storm out when I he
Elliot’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me down harder. Wet slaps echoed louder; sweat slicked our skin, making every thrust glide smoother, deeper. My cock slapped against my stomach with each bounce, pre-cum flinging in arcs. Pleasure built wild; I ground down messy, circling my hips to feel him
**Rowan's pov**The lecture hall cleared in a slow shuffle of zippers and footsteps. I stayed in my seat, paper crushed in my fist until the edges tore. Red ink slashed across the top: 58. Fail. My knuckles blanched white around the crumpled sheet. Every citation was correct, every argument tight.
The rest of the week dragged like wet concrete. Every lecture, every glance across the room, felt charged. Vale never acknowledged what happened in his office. He marked papers, explained theory, dismissed class with the same clipped precision. But his eyes found mine more often now—lingering just
The apartment across the street had floor-to-ceiling windows and no curtains. I noticed it the first week I moved in—late August, heat still clinging to the brick, air thick enough to chew. Every night at 11:17 p.m. the lights in the living room came on and he appeared.Tall. Lean. Dark hair that f







