drakestories: I knew things would run past schedule and over budget when I decided to build out the
drakestories: I knew things would run past schedule and over budget when I decided to build out the basement with a full bath and a finished rec room, but I was surprised and frankly impatient when it was two months and barely a piece of dry wall had been put up. So, yeah, maybe I was a bit of an asshole when I chewed out my contractor over the phone, but to his credit he admitted they’d really dropped the ball on this job and that he personally would oversee it until it was done. So that’s why the contractor was around my home at all hours. I guess my tirade had earned me the nickname of Hot Shot whenever he saw me, but he said it with a twinkle in his eye and a sense of humor, and I think after our initial butting of heads we were warming to one another. Sure, part of it was the guy was real easy to look at. John Murray was almost a TV version of a contractor - late 30s, sturdy build, handsome but with a rough cast to his suntanned skin and calloused hands, more than a hint of a Northeast Philly accent. He seemed to take real pride in the work they were doing and he spent a lot of time showing me their work, talking with me about options. I had a flex work schedule, thankfully, because I was increasingly getting requests to pop by and check on the progress or to answer questions. At first I thought Murray was just trying to satisfy an unhappy customer, but there was something more. Eye contact that would linger, and the guy was become more touchy-feely, even for a friendly outgoing dude like him. I couldn’t help it. One time I threw a bone when we were in close contact. It was like the opening John was waiting for. “Looks like you need some relief soon, Hot Shot,” he said. “Yeah,” I croaked. “It’s been a while.” “Let me help ya…” And before I knew it he was kneeling in front of me and massaging my crotch. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned as he pulled my zipper down. Within seconds my cock was out and slipping into his hot, wet mouth. Holy Christ, John Murray knew how to suck dick. Really well. Like I said, it had been a while, and it didn’t take much effort on his part to hoover a thick, heavy load from my balls. I don’t even think I realized how much I needed it until I came. He backed off, caressing my spit and cum slick shaft with his calloused fingers. “Damn, Hot Shot, you sure shoot a big load.” Then he popped the head back into his mouth to catch the after dribbles while I massaged his medium-short hair affectionately. Since then, Murray’s been the only one on the job and yes, the schedule is running even longer. At this point I don’t even care what the final bill is. -- source link