Homo Depot

Homo Depot

Guys who have known me for a long time say I am always cruising. I am not so sure of the “always” but I do spend a lot of my time searching for straight men in need of relief. Some of the best hunting grounds I have found are anywhere construction type guys can be found. Getting close enough to signal and connect is a fine art and is not without risks but if you understand your target and how to read them this kind of full contact sport can be both safer and much more productive. I find that any place blue collar guys can be found in numbers is worthwhile to scope out. Here are a few examples of how I go about it.

First, let me tell you the story of my friend Tio and his helper. I met Tio while he was framing a house in my neighborhood. Actually meeting him was more complicated than just walking up and asking if I could suck his dick. First, the job site was usually busy with various crews working at unpredictable times. His framing crew was on that site and three others most of the summer and he got used to seeing me around the neighborhood usually walking my dog. In the desert heat I tend to lighten up on clothes and usually walk in shorts, a tank top and my hiking boots and a hat. I pick things that give a subtle hint, nothing obvious, but occasionally slip on a rainbow ring or something that would stand out to the hunter but not to guys who are not looking for signs. Over the months I would stop and talk with the guys about the houses and even hired two of them to do small jobs at my place. Dropping subtle “cum hither” hints and an occasional swish works to loosen up your targets and I am sure the two guys on the block crew knew they could hit me up for a quick blowjob any time they wanted. And I am sure that message spread. No harm if they don’t give the signal and you don’t push the issue.

One Saturday morning I was walking my golden and noticed Tio’s pickup on the job site. The house was nearing completion and was all enclosed to include windows and doors so I knew it would be a bit more private than an open air floor plan. I walked over to say hello to Tio and came in through the open garage door. He was out back working on a compressor when I walked in to the bedroom wing. He stood and said “Hello my friend. Out for a hike today?” I responded yes and eyed him up and down as he stood fully erect. This was a massively strong man, about 5’11”, thick legs, arms and about a 54 inch chest. He narrowed at the waist and all in all was a fine example of manhood. I am sure he detected my admiration and as we chatted I looked him in the eye and occasionally cast my glance down as far as his crotch. I let my dog loose and as he explored the house we chatted. I noted that he was all alone and he said yes, the crew needed a break and he was just there to fix some tools and drop off some materials. I commented that he was lonely and he smiled and I cast my gaze down to his crotch again. Every time I saw him and his assistant Martin (Mar (roll r) teen) they were sporting woodies. Appropriate for carpenters I guess. He new I noticed and he had noticed my shave arm pit, lack of body hair and the fact that I have b cup boobs naturally. Top that off with a rainbow ring and a leather wrist band with a rainbow clasp and we are communicating.

I drifted to the side and then in to the master bathroom commenting on the cabinetry that was still in process. He followed me in and in the low light I once again cast my gaze to his crotch. He smiled as I looked up and caught his eye and I instinctively dropped to my knees in front of him. H backed up against the base cabinet as he dropped his zipper and I followed scooting along on my knees and toes. Soon we were facing and my mouth was in range. I leaned forward and took the head of his 8 inch beer can in to my mouth. He was nearly fully erect and the sensation of my lips and then tongue taking his cock deeper in to my mouth made him jump to fully hard. We settled against each other and he put both of his massive, course hands behind my head. As I went to my work I could tell he had not shot for a time and this might be quick work. My intent was to give him a good experience and a deep orgasm in the hope that he would become a regular and cum to me regularly for relief. He was very tense and intense as I worked so I lightened up on the pressure once he started giving precum and gave him a gentle full stroke on his cock with tongue work on he base of his cock and glans with each pass. He was in to the rhythm and guided my head as I went in and out. I could tell he was close to orgasm but tried to lighten up and extend the pleasure. He was close and getting more intense and the pressure he was putting on my head made the idea of stretching this thing out go away. He was now fully in charge and was using my head as a Fleshlight with heat and sound effects. As he fucked my face he grew harder and the strokes faster and deeper. Being an experienced faggot I know how to take a huge glans in my throat but I pity any new cyber fantasy type who hooks up with a man like this without first graduating from ground school. As Tio pumped his breathing increased and I could hear him sucking in air and moaning as I was sucking his cock on command. In and out he went and as he pushed he left fingerprints in my head but I complain not. My reward came as he tightened, hardened and then exploded in my mouth and then timed his second string of cum through the seventh perfectly to hit my tonsils on the in stroke. As I took his load I worked the bottom of his cock and glans with my tongue and lips as he thrust in to me. After seven hard strings of thick cum he relaxed his grip on my head and then settled in to letting me continue to stroke and suck as he started to go soft. Just before he lost his erection he gave me one more hard burst of cum and then settled his weight against the cabinets. Satisfied he rocked me back and as I looked up at him he looked down with a smile.

I got to my feet as he zipped up and we both sat against the cabinets and started to talk. As we did my dog occupied himself by chewing up a 2×4 cut off. I asked Tio how he knew I was a fag and how he knew how to drop the hints and respond in order to make the connection. He told me that he knew I was gay from the first time I passed the job site in May and had waited the 3 months hoping I would catch him alone and get in to conversation with him. As he went on he explained that he had been getting oral relief from queers for a long time and developed a sense about gay guys and knew how to recognize when he was being cruised. I asked him about his first time and he told me the story.

Over thirty years before Tio had started in the trades with a framing crew in LA. Being a young stud with a perpetual hard on he was always looking for sex but found the young girls in the area to be hard to nail down. They all wanted rings and commitments before giving up the gash. He worked on housing jobs all over LA and on one job in Santa Monica he was on a small crew doing an addition. This house was in a small older neighborhood and there was a lot of foot traffic. The older guys used to joke and point out the putas as some obviously flamboyant gays walked by. Tio took notice of their observations but stuck to his work and remained silent. One morning he hit the porta-john upon arrival and while in the can peeing he noticed a small business card on the wall. He pulled it down and read the writing: “Maricon” and a phone number. On the back was a hand written note: “Head at the yellow house any time after 5. Come thru side gate.” He stuffed the note in his pocket and went back to work. That evening The crew broke at the usual time, about 4:30, and Tio hung around for a few extra minutes after the crew left. He had a bus stop at the end of the block which was about four doors down from the yellow house. As he walked down the sidewalk he was drawn in to the sidewalk and side gate of the yellow house. In the back was a small patio and a back door to the house. As he looked around the door opened and a slight, older man beckoned him in through the door and in to a dark room. He indicated a chair and said “sit” so Tio did. On a large TV was a porn movie and Tio detected the strong smell of weed and incense. As Tio sat on the chair the man came up before him, slipped to his knees and started opening Tio’s fly. Tio put his hands on his hips as this bold faggot went about his work. Tio said he had a raging hard on when he first started walking down the street from the job site and when his fly was opened it popped out like a jack-in-the-box clown. As it did he felt the moist, warm feel of a gay mouth on his manhood. At that he was lost forever. The sensations that old fag gave this raging bull were nothing like the quick slam-bam back seat fucks he had from girls. This expert cocksucker found nerve endings Tio did not know existed and with each pass over his cock gave him sensations that he thought not possible. After three minutes Tio exploded and the fag took his cum like a suction machine and continued to work his cock and stimulate him. As he started to go limp the fag let him go, looked up with a smile and said “come back soon.”

That evening changed everything for Tio. No longer willing to blow his paychecks chasing women who only wanted a ring he was now able to get relief and keep a straight head while courting women. Over time he expanded his stable beyond that one skilled faggot and learned to watch for the signs, hunt for fags and learn how to recognize places and situations where play opportunities presented themselves. He had to work on not being physically intimidating so guys would feel comfortable approaching. Over time he became skilled at giving the local cruisers what they really wanted: a mouth full of real man cock and a load of real man cum.

Tio avoided the obvious places like the major parks and adult theaters but elsewhere the hunting was good and steady. He maintained contact with his Santa Monica friend and develop some more friendships all over greater LA. When he moved to Arizona and then Vegas and then back to Arizona he maintained a network of guys who would do his bidding and take care of his needs. Throughout 20 years of marriage he got his rocks drained regularly by willing fags. I was just one in a long line of cocksuckers who would take good care of this man.

Tio also shared his resource with friends once he got to know that they were cool with the idea of getting head from a queer. He developed a way to introduce the idea in light banter and feel out guys as to whether or not they were open to the ideal. Martin was the latest in a long line of converts thanks to the efforts of Tio.

I am sure Martin knew who I was from my neighborhood walks and I am also quite confident that Tio had put me on his target list as likely providers of necessary release on demand and without complications. It so happened that I needed to hit the local big box building supply to get some plants when I noticed Tio’s Dodge diesel flatbed in the parking lot. I went about my business and at the same time looked for Tio but to no avail. As I finished checking out I noticed Martin out of the corner of my eye as he was checking out. I lingered just long enough to let him catch up with me and when he did I turned and smiled and said hi. I asked if Tio was with him and he responded in a very friendly way that Tio was already home and he was on his way as well. I had parked just up from the flatbed so our walk took us across the parking lot and we chatted as we made our way to our vehicles. It was a hot day and we both had on shorts and I noted a bit of tenting in Martin’s shorts. Perfect. We chatted as we approached the flatbed and Martin got in the driver side. I was parked on the other side of the truck so as I approached my car I turned to look at Martin thru the passenger side window. It rolled down and Marin smiled back at me. I went to the door, opened it and slid in on the bench seat. As I did Marin slid over toward me to clear the steering wheel and as he did his fly came down and I could see the head of his cock poking through. I turned, put my knees on the floor of the passenger side and Martin adjusted himself on the seat to get his cock right under my face. Using both hands I opened his button and belt and pulled his cock all the way through and took it in my mouth. I went down the total length of his shaft in one move and cradled his cock head in my throat, then pulled back, sucking hard as I went and stroking the bottom of his cock with my tongue. Martin adjusted himself and got comfortable and put one hand behind my head with the other braced on the steering wheel. I went to my work with a vengeance to show this stud just how good a cock can feel in the right mouth and convince him that he really did need to come see me at my house just as Tio does for weekly release.

I am sure that Martin had good foreknowledge of both my skills and my understanding with Tio. Tio had let me know that at least one or two of the regular crew showed some interest. Martin was the first to score and I wanted this score to be one for the record books. As I went up and down on him Martin relaxed and let me work my magic. He was so horned up I knew he was going to cum fast but I wanted it to be a real deep shot that would empty his balls and give him plenty of after sensation. That is the key to making a guy cum back. Getting balls draining, complete service takes the edge off for a few days and guys literally get hooked on it. As I thought out this plan Martin became painfully erect and his balls were fully sucked up in to launch position. I slowed a bit, focused more sensation on the glans of his cock and cradled his full balls in my left hand as my right hand steadied the base of his cock. When he came I had him under control and held him in position so I could still get a full stroke on him and stop to work the head of his cock after he ejaculated. Martin gave me six hard streams of cum and shot them as I was at about half stroke so I could feel them burst from his cock and then lay across my tongue like a hot length of wet yarn. His semen was so thick it did not dissipate until the motion of my mouth pushing his cock deeper in to my throat caused the strings to start to break up. I took it down as he started to relax and he let me continue to work the head of his cock in the hopes of drawing more cum. He complied with a slow stream of lighter seminal fluid so I kept it up. When his flow dried up he started to go soft so I relented. He was leaned back on the seat, back of his head against the back window of the cab, and when I came up two heads appeared once again in the cab of the truck. Satisfied Martin zipped up and said “incredible” and I responded “next time my house” and slipped him my Maricon card with phone and e-mail address. He took it, put it in his pocket and said “I will text you, promise” and started the truck. I slid across the seat to the passenger door and hopped down to the asphalt and closed the door. Martin waved farewell, backed out of the space and disappeared in to the fading light. I was left standing there with a mouth and stomach full of cum and high anticipation of getting more soon from both him and his boss. I brought myself out of my trance and turned to walk to my car. As I did I saw lights flash from the next row of cars in the parking lot.

The lights that caught my eye were the headlights of a fairly new Cadillac parked in the next row. They flashed I looked, the car did not move nor did I and they flashed again. I knew this was an intentional signal and started drifting toward the car to investigate. I approached the passenger side slowly and the window came down. Sitting in the car was an older heavy set man with perfectly white hair and a white goatee. He had a pleasant face in a Santa sort of way and chirped “having a grand time at the old Home Depot, I see.” I laughed self consciously, totally busted for sucking cock in the parking lot and said yes, I do what I can for my fellow man. As I did I looked down in to the dim cabin light and to my new friend’s crotch. He had his erect cock in his hand and had been stroking himself. Beside him was a tube of lube. The electronic lock popped open and I pulled the door open and slid in on the seat. Caddy’s give a lot of room to work so it was no time before I was down on my knees and he was scooting over to position himself in front of me. I went down on him and realized he was a lot longer and thicker than I originally thought. He filled my mouth and more and I was able to take his tool all the way to my throat, my lips nesting in his closely trimmed pubic hair and then back off to the tip of his cock. He was incredibly sensitive to the touch of my tongue and lips on his glans and was showing signs of cumming. I knew that he had been jacking himself with KY while watching me work in the Dodge. Imagination is the best form of stimulant and he was definitely stimulated! As I worked he talked to me describing the feelings he was having, how warm and welcoming and well trained my mouth was and how he had watched me blow that Latin hunk in the Dodge. He then went on to a little more dominant talk, calling me a whore and cum bucket and that really turned both of us on. In the end I realized he was about 9 inches in length and thick. His glans was relatively narrow compared to the base of his cock and shaft and was extremely sensitive. I had worked my left hand up under to cup his balls and my right hand wrapped the thumb and index finger around the base of his shaft. He talked and fed my imagination as I worked and by the time he came we were both in an erotic fantasy world. He shot five or six times delivering a nice load of cum each time. I continued to work until he went soft and he then released me to swing around and sit up on the seat. He introduced himself as Charlie, a recent widower who lived in the area and told me he was tired of jacking off to porn and needed to find something uncomplicated and on call to get relief. He closed by saying “not bad for a fat guy of 81” to which I responded I would be honored and pleased to be that on call cock sucker for him. I have him my card with number and wrote my address on the back. Definite come back. And he has.

Tio and Martin see me when they need it and I am always glad to make good guys feel great. Both men need a really intense draining once a week or so and now that we do it at my place they have time to stay for seconds and take a shower, have a beer etc. I have even had them over together but Martin is pretty shy and does not perform as well while being watched. Charlie is a regular. Twice a week, my place or his and he decided to flip me and fuck me in October so we are running the full range of things. I occasionally cross dress for him and for a guy of 81 he gives me a work out.

I continue to work construction sites for contacts and have even used Tio’s idea of dropping a card there. I met and blew two young guys on a concrete crew one night across town. The big box lumber stores work as well. I drift out to the car and can occasionally catch the eye of a guy who seems to be taking his time getting back to work or home. The bathrooms can work but I always take it to the parking lot as the rest rooms are monitored.

All in all if you pay attention and drop subtle hints there are more guys out there looking for service than you can imagine. My favorite game is straight first timers, guys I have to seduce and work on to get their flies down. That is the challenge. Getting the cock of a redneck cement truck driver or hot Latin roofer in to my mouth is the ultimate challenge. Treat them with respect, discretion and respect their manhood and you will get repeat action. I often tell them that they are straight, I am a faggot and what I do for them is part of the natural order of things. It does not degrade their manhood in the least. Once I have pleased them beyond their wildest dreams you can add many of them to the legion of real men who feed fags.