Posted Sat Mar 24, 2018 | 1199 Words | Tagged story workie

Massive thanks to poodleboy for drawing a fantasy of mine. Involves sex.

Next Stop: Construction Site

Like every other day, Tim was ready for work in his office job. He managed to drag himself out of bed early, for once, and just managed to catch the bus which got him almost to work. Work for Tim was a job sitting at a desk staring at a screen for four hours, having a quick lunch break which involved a quick walk outside for some fresh air, as any fresh air was able to carry him towards hometime, and then another four hours of staring at a screen.

The only thing Tim liked about his job was the flexible hours which meant if he got up early, the bus would be empty and relatively quick. And nobody would be loud enough to stop him from getting a few extra snores in before having to do some work.

That was until he was awoken by a flicker of orange of a hi viz jacket of a lad getting on the bus. Tim was drawn to hi viz, as it’s designed to, but not only that he found it turned him on the roughness and simpleness of it all. All a stark constract to how Tim was, in his polo shirt and jeans trying to look clean and tidy.

Then he felt the seat squish as the guy sat next to him, the smell of his hi viz dangling over his frame wafting slowly towards Tim. The smell of used, worked in hi viz had a certain smell which made Tim instantly begin to feel horny with his boner starting to push against his jeans.

The guy wore a chain around his neck and had a short haircut which was mostly covered by his hard hard sitting in place, just what you’d expect. Tim managed to catch a glance of a tribal tattoo poking out from under his hi viz.

Tim wondered what the guy was doing, most of the other seats were empty. But then the guy lifted up his arms and revealed what was quite a bush under there. Tim realised he was staring a bit and blushed. The guy obviously noticed and simply smirked.

Then the smell kept wafting through Tim, loosening him, leaning in closer. Until he felt a push and he was entirely in there, the hairs brushing up against his face as his face was being rubbed in. The scent being rubbed onto his skin.

Tim felt something placed on his head, probably a hard hat by the feel of it. And the placing of the hat just fogged Tim’s mind even more, even to the point of mindlessly licking at the workie’s armpit.

Then the workie jeered upwards and pressed the bell knowing Tim was in too much of a foggy state of mind to do anything but follow him. Besides, he knew all the posh office pricks would have got off long before now. Tim followed and the bus sped off quickly, the guy wondering towards the entracne to the site, deliberately walking where his armpits could lead Tim, almost like a dog following a treat.

All around them was the construction site for a large new council estate. It had been raining heavily for the past few days so the sites were full of boggy mud as expected.

Tim followed the workie into the portakabin where he just smirked at Tim, as if happy with his catch. Walking up to a box in the corner of the room, he picked up a pair of boxers which were white, one day and  threw them at Tim.

“Name’s Gaz lad. Now you gotta dress like us if you’re gonna be on site. Got it lad?”

Tim just nodded, still in his daze. Then started carefully removing his shirt and jeans, and perfectly clean underwear. Right down to nothing, and then pulled the pair Gaz thrown at him up. His dick not getting any less hard. Then a pair of muddy orange hi viz trousers, a stretched vest and a beaten up hi viz jacket.

He looked in the mirror once done. Looking back in the mirror, the Tim staring at him looked nothing like the Tim that left his house, and Tim enjoyed it.

Gaz jeered, “you’ll look like you’ve lived in ‘em before long mate. Now bend over, you’re not finished yet”

Tim, not wanting to get on the bad side of Gaz, obeyed. Getting on the floor in position, getting his hands covered with the leftovers of muddy rain that was covering the flooring of the portakabin. He was rewarded with Gaz getting another pair of boxers out of the box and holding them against his face. The smell of sweat and musk kept him in a horny daze while Gaz got himself lubed up and ready.

He entered Tim, slowly but with a rugged force which made Tim moan with pain and ecstacy. This kept going until he was all the way in. Gaz pulled out Tim’s dick, just to give him some freedom, while starting to get a rhythm.

Tim couldn’t handle much anymore as he felt his dick erupt with cum all over the floor. He was pent up and dying for a release. As soon as he was finish he felt a groan from Gaz and a filling inside as Gaz finished. Once Gaz had made sure all of it had filled Tim, he pulled out, turned Tim around and filled Tim’s mouth with spit.

Once happy, he grabbed some blue tissue paper and carefully cleaned up Tim’s mess and thew it in the bin.

Tim lied there in the middle of the room, the room spinning slightly, as he felt sore in all of his muscles. He felt great, he felt happy, even slightly cocky. The sore turned into a burn as he felt his muscles work themselves.

After a minute he got himself up and since the first time out of his daze, he felt almost fine. In fact, better than ever, even if he felt he couldn’t think as fast as he used to.

He looked in the mirror and there was now a roughness to his face, with a slight amount of stubble where previously he was unable to grow any. But more importantly, his arms were at least twice the size with the feeling of strength in the rest of him. Legs strong enough to give a ball a good kicking at a game of footie. Footie? Tim didn’t play footie did he? But he felt like he enjoyed it.

“Gaz mate, what’s goin on?” Tim spoke, and realised his voice had completely changed,
“Made u one of us. Now you talk like us, look like one of us, bet you even think like us an all. What ya gonna be called tho”
“I’m Tim”
“Mate, Tim’s gone. Tim’s in that bin ova there. Think you’ll be Joey. Joey Woods sounds like a goodun. Specially with ur wood. Rest of us neva had that much. Must be pretty empty by now”
“… My name’s Joey”
“That’s more like it mate, now gotta get to work before the gaffa has a winge”