Master Builder I Love You

Mixing the rough and the smooth has always been my all time favourite.

This is just an example of how beautiful the human specie is.

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My uncle

My uncle and I lived alone in a small house on the outskirts of London’s suburbs. He worked in construction and he would usually come home very tired and hungry. He was a big, husky, quiet man, rough at times, but always firm and very loving.

We’d live together for a little while now, since he left home to find some work in the big city. I was already here, after graduating, I came to London, to escape and to start my new life. It was to be a short-term arrangement, and although I did not mind so much, it meant that I could not bring anyone back with me, and this also put a serious strain on my social life.

While living together, I’d never seen him date anyone or see anyone else. The two of us never talked much about very much except at dinner time, when we’d exchange views on events, tv programs and rugby. After that, we’d watch tv, and he most likely would fall asleep in front of whatever he was watching. I would take this opportunity to go to my room and go on line, watch a bit of porn and escape.

During a hot summer night, and it was a scorcher of a night, my uncle had fallen asleep in front of the television, as always. I had just returned late from the office. It was during the summer and as we didn’t have any air-conditioning in the house, I was already sweaty and bothered after my commuting back home. 

Within seconds of coming home, I ripped my shirt open, uncovering my hairy chest and stomach. My nipples rubbed against the thin fabric of my shirt, and they were getting stiffer and harder by the minute. I was thinking of waking him, telling him to go to bed, so that I could then put a dvd on and have a bit of porn fun, but he looked so peaceful lying there, an empty can of beer on his side, that I decided to let him sleep there.

As I walked passed him, I noticed that he had stripped to his boxer shorts and tee shirt. His legs were big and furry. I froze… his cock head was peeking out of the bottom of his boxers. I stayed there for a while staring at the scene in front of me. I never had thought about my uncle in a sexual way before. But suddenly, this all changed. I wanted to touch his cock. I wanted him…

I looked up at his face. He was still fast asleep and snoring gently, his mouth was opened a little. I looked at his full beard, his thick lips, his slightly opened mouth… I could not help it, my eyes went back to that cock, I could feel that I was getting harder and harder. My cock was pushing the fabric of my suit trousers. I was shaking with excitement. The spectacle in front of me, was too much to take, I had to get off. I was rubbing my dick feeling how hard it was and how much it wanted/needed to get out and be relieved. I got so caught up in what I was doing, that I did not notice that he woke up. It was a very awkward and embarrassing moment. I looked at his face, he looked confused and sleepy but not furious. He was watching me, as I was still holding my crotch with my hand. I stopped immediately and firmed up.

I started to stumble, I don’t even remember what I actually said to him. I was so angry and embarrassed. He stood up and walked over to where I was and put his big hairy arm around me.

I suddenly stopped talking and just looked at him. He just stared back. I stood there, looking into my uncle’s blue eyes, while he was staring into mine. His cock started to rise outside the opening of his boxers. I could smell my uncle’s warm beer breath as he breathed into my face. I could feel his rough hand on my shoulder then on my nipples. I was transfixed, as if paralyzed. He was now touching my stomach and caressing it gently. My cock started to swell.

What was it? The smell of sex? The heat? The sweat? Some mysterious phenomenon  in the air? I swallowed my breath deeply then reached out to touch his cock, and then immediately pulled my hand back, almost ashamed. I looked at his eyes again, and they were reassuring, like if saying, go on, you can touch it.

His cock was large and warm, a large foreskin was covering the head of it. It was thick and throbbing to my touch, already oozing precum. I started to stroke it, he grunted, closed his eyes, while I rubbed the precum over the head and shaft of his dick.

Without muttering a word, I dropped to my knees, and slowly took his cock in my mouth. I could smell the gentle sent of his crotch, he showered earlier, and his sleep sweat tasted good he gently pushed his cock inside my hot mouth. He started to murmur sounds, breathing heavily, I then worked on the shaft of his dick and his thick hairy balls. His rough hand left my head and started to stroke the back of my head. He pulled my shirt off and started massaging my back while I just kept sucking him.

He gently fucked my mouth and I kept sucking and licking.

He then pushed me on the sofa and, laying on top of me, looked deep into my eyes, and started to kiss me deeply with his open mouth.

His rough, huge, meaty dick was now rubbing up against my hard cock, within seconds, I came, moaning out into his mouth, feeling streams of thick hot cum, landing on our cocks and lower stomachs. He immediately rubbed some of the cum onto his hand and used it to wank his.

Within moments, he started to moan, I could feel that he was going to cum soon, I quickly moved towards his cock, my face waiting, I wanted to suck him some more, but his strong arms stopped me from doing so. He started to jerk off faster. I watched his cock intensely, and I knew that it was about to burst. Without warning his big hand took my head and pushed it towards his cock. A thick stream of cum burst out, hot, creamy, landing on my face. I then opened my mouth and more spurts of cum landed at the back of my tongue. I sucked on his cock, tasting his cum.

We then laid like that for a while, in a wordless, quiet, intimate way. His rough hand was now rubbing my shoulders and back. Exhausted, we both fell asleep.

The 2625 handyman

Our man is recognised for his first class service and excellent standard of work. He can provide a single point of contact for all types of maintenance covering from basic emergency, to overall service.

Over the years, our man has undertaken a multitude of maintenance, emergency and service work for the more discerning men. 

He is equally at home in domestic bliss or with a group of guys, no job is too small. All work is guaranteed and customers can expect a friendly and reliable service. In fact, a mutch better service can be expected from our man. He is the 2625 handyman!

The builder man

Before I knew what was happening he had thrown an old sheet over the sofa, the builder grabbed me from behind and flopped back onto the sofa so that he had my legs in the air and my asshole exposed and at the mercy of his fat mass. His body was quite rough, he had tattoos everywhere and quite a few piercings, his belly was hard and hairy. He had a nice hard cock not very long but very thick. He rubbered up but to my surprise started giving me this really deep rimming, spitting in my hole and massaging it in with his tongue. He stood up and let me taste his balls. 


The builder said quietly in my ear, “how d’you like that, my friend it's good, isn’t it?”. When he decided that I was ready, enough he spat on his cock, positioned it at the entrance, and just pushed. Jesus, I thought I would die. The builder pushed the poppers I had brought under my nose and that helped dull the pain, and he grabbed a noseful as well. I think this was a mistake really because it made him completely manic, fucking me like there was no tomorrow, he held my legs apart and I held onto his muscular arms. He was getting deeper and deeper inside me. 


Tears were running down my face, I was looking at his face, hard, strong, and emotionless. He was inside me for a reason, and he was pounding away going crazy in the abandon of need. His needs were finally being met. The dust sheet was rubbing and burning my back, adding to the agony, meanwhile though I met his eyes, his sharp blue eyes, deep, intense, lovely blue eyes. The pain suddenly disappeared, I was his, I was his to take, to have.... Oh yes, I was his totally and uncompromisingly. After a while he started to look glazed and I thought he must be nearly finished, but instead of coming inside me he yanked his cock out, whipped the condom off and came all over my stomach, cock and balls. I was relieved yet disappointed, did this mean that it was the end of us? He then started to give me another rimming while wanking my cock. It only took a few seconds for me to cum, it was a fantastic sensation, with each convulsion of my orgasm I could feel that he was trying to get his tongue in deeper. Only then did I feel the tenderness of my builder friend. 


He then said to me “don’t you want any building work doing?”. I said I only lived in a small flat and that I couldn’t really afford a builder. He said, “well, at least I could come round and give you an estimate”. So I gave him my mobile number and since then (this was three weeks ago) he’s been round five or six times after work. I’ve forgiven him for being so rough with me the first time we met. 


Admittedly I’m now starting to feel like his bit on the side, I am enjoying it too much to give him up, so I won't frighten him with my feelings for him. I have him, albeit for a short while, on a regular basis, he knows what gets me going, what I want and what I need, I know he then runs home to his family, that he leaves me behind without a word until the next time he needs me again. I am happy, I love him, and I think that deep inside, he loves me too.

Hard working crack

hey sexy, your ass crack is showing . . . do you feel the breeze?

I love a good looking ass crack and this one is one of the goodies!

he is hard at work and clearly happy to share with all to see.

Thought I'd post it for all to enjoy!

Hey Construction Man

Such amazing perfection

makes me soooooo happy

Hey construction man what's your name?

Hey construction man what's your number?

Hey construction man we love you!!

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Hey construction man you are 2625!!

Jail bird

This is a view from my jail

I seek a look, recognition, maybe a sign, a smile

These guys are looking for cheap labour.

The labour starts in the fields, then towards the end of the day, you have to submit to their every whims...

I long to be with you again Mr Denim Man

You use to take me away in your big white truck, you took me away to your farm

We talked a while, then you took me to the barn

splashed me with cold water from the hose, demanding that I stripped

You then pushed me on the hay

and overwhelmed me with your strength and burliness

I understood that day what it meant to love someone

I know you loved me that day too, although you never said

I would cry your name at night waiting for your next visit

Can you see me, I am here

Please take me away to your house of passion

Please take me away 

Construction Man

Construction Man,

You drive me crazy

Construction Man,

Build me a house

Construction Man,

You are beautiful

Construction Man

You truly are 2625 personified

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Thank you

The master builder is the most powerful builder in his home town.

By fortunate coincidences that he had conceived of in his mind, something he had wished for, but never acted upon, he has come to imagine that he only has to wish for something for it to come to pass.

This he rationalises as a particular gift from the 2625 God, bestowed so that, through his natural success of beauty, he can carry out his ordained work of an almighty 2625 temple, in the hope to see me again...

His desire for me, supposedly still fresh from our encounter ten years ago, has now brought him to me, even though we have not met in the interim.

The realistic interpretation of this story is that I have maintained an almost girlish, irrational, erotic obsession for my "ageless beautiful prince" and have I am now claiming the "magic life" he can offer as he has returned. I want the fantasy of an "ecstatic erotic encounter" in order to entrap him through awakened desire, and guilt, I want him for me, an me alone, never to be shared, never can he go away again.... Never

thank you