Blue collar men are my favorite! I think I’ve written about this before. I’m from a very rural area of the southern United States. Growing up, all I ever saw was blue collar men. Real, masculine men. Sweaty, dirty, dripping sexual energy. By the time I was in my early teens, I started noticing them. On my way to school, there was one in particular that would catch my eye. Mike. He was gorgeous! Hairy, tan, moustache, great smile. I remember him working near my parent’s home. He came up asking for a glass of water. He had on super short khaki shorts, no shirt, work boots. His tan body had sweat and dirt all over it. You couldn’t help but notice his big bulge. My older sister saw him first and said “he’s soooo hot!” I was thinking the same thing!! He asked me if I wanted to come watch them work and of course I said “yes!” I was around 17 at the time. But I went and watched them dig water trenches for the next week. I was sad to see them go. But I would still see Mike, regularly, at the little convenience store near our home. Each time we chatted my heart would flutter and my cock would start twitching!
Those days have long passed now and Mike has been gone for years. I found out later that he was gay. I wished I had known that then! Looking back, I think he was flirting with me. Had I known, I would have gladly worshipped his man meat! All these years later, I still masturbate to him. He was so sexy! Shane
After the latest problem with my combi-boiler, I conclude that being a sexy dude must be one of British Gas’s recruitment criteria for their heating engineers. I was instantly taken by the guy who arrived at my house this morning, starting with his welcoming smile, cheeky grin and friendly manner.
Probably in his early 40s, a well-groomed short beard and moustache offset his swept-back dark hair. Lowering my gaze, I noted the muscular chest beneath his blue and black polo-shirt, with the start of a belly showing. After making him coffee, I was able to lean against the kitchen cabinet and admire him in action. As he stretched up to the boiler, I got a great view of his full and slightly chubby arse and, when he crouched down to his toolbox, I peered longingly at the display of gorgeous arsecrack and builder’s bum. When he was facing me, I tried to weigh up the bulge at the front of his tight workman’s trousers, but I was worried about being too blatant. I wish that I’d had the courage to clearly signal my interest: “How you doing, sexy brother?”. While not bothered about a single knock-back, I would hate to gain a reputation among the engineers. All the same, you can imagine the marvellous wank that I’m going to enjoy, while remembering the man and playing out a different scenario in my head.
I have had ongoing problems with my combi-boiler over the past couple of years, which has necessitated several visits by British Gas. Throughout, I have never been disappointed at the attractiveness of their engineers. Even the sight of a British Gas van now starts getting me aroused, with images of sexy, fuckable men.
After that description Hugh, I’ll be joining you in that wank this evening!
Great photos.