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“I mean it, Frank,” I pouted. I knew I shouldn’t be mixing work and sex, but with the warm weather our construction crew were pulling in overtime, and I’d barely had time to beat off much less find sex in this small town. And seeing the way this burly 49 year old would surreptitiously eye me up gave me hope I could make something happen. “No strings, no recip, just good old fashioned head.”

The man let out a low whistle as he turned the pick up truck onto the main highway. “They sure grow you young guys with some real balls these days,” he shook his head gruffly.

Yeah, I had some nerve. But I was real built for 19, from the gym and football, and even though Frank had more beefy bulk, I knew I could at least hold my own if it came to fists. But I had a feeling it wasn’t gonna. “Come on, boss, I know you want it.” Frank wasn’t my boss exactly, but he was unofficially in charge of me at the site, so the nickname just sort of developed.

He drove silently for a minute then replied softly. “It HAS been a while.” He looked over at me, catching me staring at the packed crotch of jeans. Then, “what the hell,” he said as he pulled the truck into a deserted industrial park while he reached down to unzip with his free hand.

Frank came fast that day, maybe in a minute flat, I think he was so backed up. He even apologized, but I was happy as a clam, even leaning back in the cab of the truck and whacking out my own quick load, with the flavor of Frank’s salty cum still in my mouth.

I had a feeling the stud would want more of that, but I wasn’t prepared for how Frank became so, I dunno, almost romantic. The next day on the site, he seemed a little standoffish until about an hour before quitting time, when he sauntered up to me, looking hot as hell in his construction gear, the burly muscle showing through.

“Hunt…” he started. Frank was the only one to shorted my name Hunter like that. “You maybe interested in coming over to my place after work? I can’t cook, but I do a mean take out.”

I gave him my best pearly white smile, “I’d love that, boss,” I said. Apprehensive that things could be getting complicated at my job, but excited as hell inside.

It had been a long day in the sun and those beers at Frank’s place were about the tastiest I’d had. I’d gone down on him the minute we got to his place, but there was still an erotic buzz between as we chatted like longtime buddies and sat in his basic townhouse rec room. I could tell he wanted another go that night, which was A-OK with me, but we were not in a rush.

“All right, I gotta ask,” he finally said in his deep booming voice. I don’t know if the dude had it in him to talk quietly. “Greenville’s a small place, sure, but I bet you could find dick here if you wanted. You know, hotter, younger guys.”

I looked him straight in the eye. “Boss, you’re the hottest man in this city. Hands down.” I took a sip from my beer. I was getting a good buzz on now. “It’s why I took a chance making a move at the site. I normally have more sense,” I winked.

I could tell Frank didn’t believe me, but he didn’t challenge me. Instead, we finished our beers, then Frank asked, cautiously, “Hunt, you wanna stay over tonight?”

“Only if you fuck me,” I replied, which made Frank let out a deep belly laugh.

“You’re a wild one, boy,” he guffawed.

That night I lay down on my stomach on Frank’s queen sized bed and gripped the sheets as he mounted me, his burly hair body writhing against my smooth back as pounded his thick cock steadily into me, working himself slowly steadily to a well-deserved orgasm. And fucking two loads out of me in the process.

I slept like a lamb that night.

Yeah, things changed between me and Frank at work, but we tried not to act differently around each other in front of the other guys. But I was falling head over heels in love and lust with the guy. He was every bit of the father figure I was looking for. Stern, masculine, but caring, with a sensitive side he didn’t normally show. Best part was the way his eyes would light up and he’d smile when looking over at me working. Having this burly dude crush out on me made me fall harder.

I got the sense he still thought I was just settling for an older man. He was always putting down his appearance, his balding head, his not-trim waistline, or the gray hairs that were popping up all over his body.

It wasn’t until one night when we were fucking that it click for him. Turns out missionary was Frank’s favorite position, and that’s how we were going at it that night, the man roughly thrusting into me while my legs lay on his shoulders. Him angled to look down on me, smiling but with a gruff domineering expression in his eyes that gave me a major throbbing bone.

“You like that Hunt?” he growled. “Like my fat dick fucking you?”

“Yeah, boss,” I breathed. I wasn’t on the edge of orgasm, but it wouldn’t take me long to get there tonight. “Fuck me. Fuck your boy.”

He liked the sound of that, cause he pounded even harder, knocking me against the headboard. I loved it. Then, he said it. The magic words. “Who’s your daddy?”

I groaned and he repeated himself. “Who’s your daddy, stud? I wannna hear you tell me.”

“You are, sir. You’re my daddy. Fuck me, Daddy.” And with that my hot jizz started spraying my chest in involuntary spurts, as Frank growled excitedly and started fucking to his own nut.

“Daddy’s coming in ya, kiddo.”

After that, Frank understood. Understood his power over me. Like yesterday when we were driving between sites, he looked over at me, a gleam in his eye. “Wanna see Daddy’s fur?”

I nodded breathlessly and watched as he undid his reflective vest and started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his powerful chest and glorious coating of silver-and-brown hair.

“That’s hot Daddy,” I breathed, feeling my cock grow erect in my jeans. “Can I feel that on my back tonight?” I loved getting fucked face down and while we usually did it the way Frank wanted increasingly we switched it up.