Construction Worker Kevin

Kevin arrived a couple minutes after 7pm, showered, carrying a case of good beer under one arm and a grocery bag of snacks in the other. I love a considerate guy, I really do. I had nuke and eat hot wings all ready to go, the TV primed, and my case of beer cooling in the fridge–I didn’t know Kevin would show up with some–so we had lots to drink. We ate, drank, talked, laughed and took turns dissing the players of one team who really stank that night. Two games later, the entire case of beer I’d had down the hatch, Kevin was getting tired and showed it. But he hung on, sipping a few more cold ones, downing another half dozen chicken wings and a half bag of chips as we talked on late into the night. Finally he’d hit his limit on beer and consciousness and said he needed to crash. He knew about the guest house too, thanks to Brian, and asked if it would be okay for him to get some sleep before going home. Would it ever! I got up to show him back to the house but he fell asleep right there on the couch.

Man you have to love construction guys, they work and party hard, and don’t care where they are when it’s time to get some sleep. Plus they always smell so good and feel so good under your hand, probably from all the hard work they do. So I turn off the lights and go get my camera. When I get back he’s stripped off his shirt and grabbed the throw off the back of the couch. For a bit all I do is film Kevin asleep on the couch. He seems a bit restless so I don’t want to jump the gun and touch him because I don’t want to wake him up. I start filming again and again he starts to wake up, so I have to back off and wait longer. You’d think after all those beers he’d be conked out, but nope, he’s semi-awake and I can’t touch him when he’s that way. Not without risking a bloody lip.

I’m getting all kinds of frustrated here, because I want to get Kevin on film, or, more to the point, I want to get my hands on him and so far I haven’t even gotten to feel of any part of him. This time he seems more relaxed, more deeply asleep. Even better he’s got a hard-on under the throw that’s unmistakable. You can see the outline of his thick cock clearly and it sets my mouth watering. I reach out and touch him, then check to see if he wakes up and, damn it he does. So again I’m forced to back off. Shit, talk about frustration, but I’m patient and determined.

I will get Kevin’s thick cock and smooth balls on film. I move in and my determination finally pays off. Okay, and I have to say something else and here it is: The way Kevin sleeps with his arms over his head made me think of tying him to a headboard and getting that thick cock into my mouth. It’s a great position and left me with a lot of fantasies to daydream about.