Switch position and get a blow job
From Create Your Own Story
Then you switch places , and you get back up on your feet
The construction worker, his work boots scuffing the floor, drops to his knees in front of you first. His rough hands grip your thighs, calluses scraping your skin as he leans in. You smell the faint tang of sawdust and sweat on him. His mouth engulfs your cock in one swift motion, lips stretching around your shaft as he takes you deep. His tongue presses flat against the underside, sucking with firm pulls that make your knees buckle slightly. You thread your fingers into his short hair, guiding him as he bobs his head, saliva dripping down your balls with each wet slurp.
The bearded man with tattooed forearms stands nearby, his eyes locked on the scene, hand pumping his own thick erection. He strokes himself slowly, veins bulging on his cock, waiting his turn while the construction worker works you over. The bearded one's breath comes in heavy pants, his free hand reaching out to tweak your nipple through your shirt, adding sparks of sensation.
Just as your hips start to twitch toward release, the construction worker pulls off your cock with a slick pop, strings of spit connecting his lips to your glistening tip. He shifts on his knees, turning toward his partner without a word. The bearded man steps closer, his cock jutting out eagerly. The construction worker wraps his hand around the base and guides it into his mouth, sucking hungrily. His cheeks hollow as he takes the bearded man's length, head moving in steady rhythm, throat working to accommodate the girth. The bearded man groans low, his tattooed arm bracing against the stall wall as he fucks into the wet heat.
You watch, your own cock aching untouched now, leaking precum that trails down your shaft. The sight is intoxicating—the construction worker on his knees, servicing his friend with the same rough enthusiasm he gave you. The bearded man's balls tighten, drawing up as he nears the edge. 'Shit, yeah,' he grunts, fingers digging into the other man's shoulder. With a final deep thrust, he unloads, cum spurting into the construction worker's mouth. Some overflows, trickling down his chin as he swallows the rest, eyes flicking up to meet yours with a wicked glint.
Not done yet, the construction worker turns back to you, his lips shiny with his partner's release. He dives onto your cock again, sucking harder now, the taste of cum mixing with his saliva. His hand cups your balls, rolling them gently as his mouth slides up and down, tongue swirling over the sensitive head. The added slickness pushes you over—your cock pulses, shooting thick jets of cum straight down his throat. He doesn't pull away, taking every drop, milking you dry until you're spent and trembling.
They rise quickly after, zipping up their pants with hurried movements. The bearded man slips out silently, leaving the door to swing shut behind him. The construction worker lingers a second, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 'Damn good time,' he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips before he follows his partner out.
Your legs feel unsteady as you pull up your jeans, the fabric rough against your sensitive skin. At the sink, you splash cold water on your face and rinse your mouth, staring at your reflection—lips parted, cheeks flushed, a satisfied ache lingering in your groin.
Do you
Leave and go back home..
Or
