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Fucked By a PG&E Worker
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Fucked By a PG&E Worker Fucked By a PG&E Worker Be sure to check out my FAQ post here for more detailed aspects of what I interested in. FriendFinder-x deletes odd words, phrases and n•mbèrz. Please<b> forgive </font></b>any odd sentences or constructions.  Last week, I flew up north to Oakland and rented a car to drive north for a special family birthday gathering for twin cousins turning 75. Family from all over came into Ukiah to have an amazing catered dinner, under the majestic oaks, the stars and small LED lights gently illuminating our delicious repast. There were more than 100 friends and family to celebrate the lives and accomplishments of the twins. My aunt and uncle could not put everyone for the weekend, so I had to find a nearby hotel that could accommodate myself and a few other relatives from SoCal. Ukiah is more country than city, more backroads than boulevards. We decided to stay in a reasonably priced chain hotel and save our dollars for other adventures. I booked 8 rooms at the Orchid Inn Best Western, just off the 101, and assigned rooms and roommates to everyone. I stayed with my 2 sisters and one of their husbands, 2 to a bed. It was not a luxurious stay by any stretch of the imagination, but it was time well spent with family and I got to relive my sisters hogging the bathroom—again. Saturday night, we came back to the hotel around 11 p.m., wiped out from the travel, the birthday party, and sibling scowls and eye rolls. We all cleaned up, went to bed and planned on getting up late and heading for for brunch around noon.  Around 3:30 a.m., my older sister woke me up, saying -“Hey- somebody is making a whole lot of noise out there - go see what it is.” I ignored her until she hit me- hard- over the head with the world’s limpest and heaviest hotel pillow. I threw on some sweats, grabbed my BIL’s Dodger’s cap, found my room keycard and flip flops, and went out the door. I saw and heard nothing and turned to go back in, when my sister whispered-yelled: “Go find out what is up, damnit.” I went down the stairs, into the parking lot. Nothing. I walked around the building and checked out the rear parking lot, behind our room. A bunch of cable, AT&T and construction trucks were parked. A single truck was on and was the source of the noise. It was a heavy duty Pacific Gas & Electric truck. A dude was working on the truck, trying to repair some sort of powered reel or winder. It was cold and I was tired. I quickly shuffled over and waited for the noise to stop and ask the guy what was up.  I could not see who the guy was, as the parking lot lights were partially blocked. I walked over to the rear of the truck and caught his eye. The guy was dressed in Levis, a PG&E work shirt, and work boots. He was about 6’2”, average dad bod, wearing a wedding ring, mid-40s or so, and Black. I said, “Hey.” He looked up and over and stopped his work. “Hey.” I explained that my sister was being woken up and she is a bear in the daytime and a raving bitch in the middle of the night and could he try and keep it down? “So you’re the middle ?” He laughed. Yes I am. Doing the oldest bidding and protecting the younger. So was he. We laughed. Nate said he had worked until 2 a.m., taken a break and had to repair the winder before the next shift. He apologized for the noise and offered to move the truck. I thanked him and we shook hands. I started to shuffle off back to my room. Nate asked me if I wanted to get a some coffee at the nearby Denny’s. I said no thanks, that I did not want to hang at Denny’s in Ukiah in the middle of the night. Because - why? Nate laughed and said that he was getting it to-go and that he just wanted coffee to stay warm. I said sure and we got in the truck. I left my wallet in the room and told Nate I needed to run back real quick. He said he had it covered and off we went. We drove over, parked, walked in, got the coffee and went back to the truck. We talked about the weather, what was going on with the repair - regular stuff. Nate started the truck, backed out and started back to the hotel. “Maybe I should park over in the church parking lot? It’s only couple blocks away and I won’t wake up your sister.” I said I’d appreciate it and sleep a lot better. He laughed. “Do you want me to drop you off?” “No, I can walk over. It’s just a few blocks.” Nate parked and we got out. The parking lot was darker at the church than at the hotel. He set out his safety cones at the corners of his truck and went back to the rear of the truck. I walked over and said thanks for the hang, coffee and moving his truck.  Nate looked up from the locked cabinets on his truck, smiled and said, “One thing though. For the coffee, it’s c*sh or ass.” He laughed. He was just kidding and I knew it. Typical straight guy locker room joking. I looked at him, smiled and dropped my sweat pants. I put my hands on the side of his truck and stuck my ass out. “Really…..hmm.” He seemed kind of bemused and was clearly weighing his options. Nate walked over and pulled down my boxer briefs. “Nice. You serious?” I stuck my ass out further. I took my right hand off the truck, spat in it and rubbed the spit on my shaved hole. “Yes, Sir. I owe you.” “Huh.” Nate took a step back. I turned around and saw him scoping out the area. “You sure?” “I am, Sir.” I turned my head around, faced the truck and bent over. There was a pause. “Okay. Turn around” I turned around and Nate smiled slightly. He undid his belt, unbuttoned his Levi’s, and smiled again. I pulled up my sweats to my knees and knelt down to suck his dick. Nate backed me up against the truck, my head resting on the rear passenger side. He was a grower, not a shower. I started sucking and licking. Nate just looked down, sort of stunned.  “Ever had a fag suck you before?” “No - but liking it. Keep on.” After a few minutes, Nate was hard as a rock, his dick head dripping with really long and sticky precum. His balls were tight and relatively smooth. His dick was larger than average, with a big head and piss slit. I pushed him back slightly and let his sticky precum loop from my lips to his dick in the cold night. Nate’s cell rang. We stopped. Nate answered. A co-worker was coming by to help get the truck ready for the next shift starting in 7 a.m. Nate paused. He looked at me, pointed at his dick. I started to suck again and Nate told his coworker where he was parked. He hung up. “Let me see that ass.” I turned around, stuck out my cold ass, and felt Nate’s hot spit on my hole. Nate fingered my ass for a minute and then slowly worked his dick in. A couple minutes later, another large PG&E pickup truck arrived. Nate was slowly fucking my hole, opening it up, spitting on his dick, my ass relaxing and taking his cock.  “Keep your eyes on the truck.” I heard some whispering between Nate and the other guy. Nate continued to fuck me, nice and slow. The other guy watched and I could hear the camera sound from his phone. “You wanna try?” “Yeah - why not? Here’s my phone - video it” Nate pulled out and the other dude went in my hole. His dick was not as big around, but was longer.  “Don’t turn around. Open up. Be a bitch.” I had no idea who this was but he was not slow and deliberate like Nate. He fucked. “Damn - fuck his hole” “Zoom in - get a close up.” After a couple minutes, this unknown guy said, “Fuck you,” and came in my ass, pulled out and laughed. In the cold, I could feel sweat and spit drip out my hole. At this point, Nate surprised me and slipped in. “Ass or cāßh , huh?,” Nate said. Nate fucked me hard this time and put my right arm behind my back.  “You want my load?” “Yes, Sir.” “Feel it now, bitch.” Nate came and I had 2 loads in my ass. The coworker commanded, “Push it out, faggot.” I bent over further, still facing the truck, and pushed the cum out of my ass. I felt someone spread my cheeks. “Zoom in on that. Keep pushing.” The loads dripped out and the guys laughed. One of them slapped my ass.  “Okay. gonna run back to the yard. I’ll be back in 10 minutes. Text me when he’s gone.” Nate says cool and keeps me from turning around by placing a hand firmly on the back of my head. The coworker drives off. Nate lets go and I turn around. “That was cool. Never done that before.” He’s got a smirk on his face, sort of sheepish and satisfied. I pull up my sweats and we chat for a bit. Nate works on the road 10 days at a time, with 5 off. His wife works, too, and they have 1 in high school. Very little sex, lots of stuff to do for the wife and little time to himself. “Too bad you don’t live closer” “I am just visiting up here. You made it a great visit.” We exchange contact details, shake hands and I walk back. I quietly enter my hotel room, rinse off, get back into bed and fall asleep. After brunch, I get a text from an unknown n•mbèr. It’s a video from last night. A shot of my ass and I see Nate fucking me. The coworker videoed the whole thing.  The next text says, “ thanks fag. hot fuck. lmk if you are ever back again. i have more plans for u.” It’s from the coworker. I hope my twin cousins celebrate their 76th birthday in the same way next year. |
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