The Foreman's Foreskin

I had been working in the construction industry a week when the foreman called me to
his office. As I made my way over I wondered what I could have done wrong. As it had
gone clocking off time I was annoyed that the meeting would be eating in to my free
time.

'Aah, come in.' he said as I stepped through the door. 'Have a seat.'
His office was much neater than I thought it would be. As I looked around the room I
noticed that there were no girlie pictures like I had seen plastered up everywhere else.

'Would you like a beer?' he asked me.
'Sure.' I replied, wondering what kind of meeting this would be. I hoped that he wasn't
trying to let me down gently. Perhaps my work wasn't up to standard and he was letting
me go. If I was going to be fired I would prefer no social chit chat first. He got up and
went through a door to my right. I looked into the room and noticed a bed, toilet, fridge
and stove. It seemed like he had some emergency living quarters back there.

The beer was icy cold and very welcome after the heat of the day. Despite my misgivings
he soon put me at ease with his chatter and pleasant voice.
'I just called you in to find out how you're getting on.' he told me.
'I'm getting on just fine.' I replied. 'I was worried that you were calling me in tell me that I
hadn't made the grade.'
'No, no...' he said. 'I certainly like what I see and I like to keep my men happy.'

My radar was instantly alive. A bolt of sexual tension shot through. As I shifted in my
chair, trying to accommodate my growing bulge, I had a good look at my foreman. He
was somewhere in his early forties with a solid, slightly stocky build and a ruggedly
handsome face. His muscular butt stretched the fabric of his worn blue jeans. As he was
wearing just a vest above the waist I was able to see the muscles in his strong, sun-tanned
shoulders working as he moved about.

'Would you like another?' he asked.
'I don't want to keep you.' I replied.
'It's not a problem. I've only an empty apartment to go back to.'
My throat went dry at the possibility that maybe, just maybe...
'Another beer would be nice, thank you.'

As he handed me the beer his fingers made contact with mine. Electricity zapped through
me and I squirmed as my cock thrust into full erection. He had obviously seen it. I
watched as he closed the window blinds.
'The late afternoon sun gets to me.' he said as he cupped his hand around the bulge in his
faded jeans.
Never mess with the boss, a thought screamed through my head. Don't pass up a chance
like this, my cock yelled back.
'That's a fine package you've got there.' he said softly.
'It's all yours, if you want it.' I replied. My cock had won the battle. Too bad if I had to go
looking for a new job next week.

'I do want it.' he said as he got down on his knees. His hands went to my flies and he had
my cock out in no time at all. As I watched it disappear into his eager mouth all rational
thought left my head. At that point in time my body only existed to serve my cock. And
my cock loved where it was at. The foreman was an excellent cock sucker. As I lay there
with my legs spread wide and his finger deep in my hole I had to fight off my orgasm.
His mouth was so warm, so soft, so in control that he brought me to the edge over and
over. Finally I could fight no more and the flood gates opened. He licked his lips as he
came off me.

I attacked his zipper as I desperately wanted to see what lay hidden behind his jeans. A
big, brown, crinkly bush came in to view. A sexy musky smell came to my nostrils as I
inhaled deeply. I lowered his jeans and out flopped a thick, uncut cock and a pair of
large, surprisingly smooth balls. The overhang of his foreskin was at least a half inch
even though he was three quarters erect. I took hold of the thick member and relished the
heft of it in my hand.

As I milked it back and forth the delicate rose tinted cock head just peeped out. His
foreskin glided smoothly over the cock head. As I glanced down at my own deflating cut
cock I wondered what it would feel like to own such a foreskin. Almost as if he had read
my thoughts my foreman pulled me into a standing position. He held my cock in one
hand as he slowly pulled back his abundant foreskin.. His beautiful cockhead came in to
view. It was a deeper pink now. Seeing this got me hard again. He put my cock head
against his and then slowly rolled his foreskin back over both our cocks. I could not
believe the feeling as he slowly wanked my cockhead using his well lubricated foreskin.
It was only a matter of seconds before I shot a second load.

It was my turn to pleasure him. I sat down in his chair and pulled him towards me. My
cum was mixed with his secretions underneath the foreskin. I pulled his skin forwards
until it puckered into a kiss. The I inserted a finger underneath the skin and rolled it
around his glistening cockhead. He let out a heavy sigh as his eyes rolled back in his
head. I knew I had found the key. As I continued rubbing his slick cock head I caressed
his large, soft balls. His sighs turned to moans.

It was time to taste the honey. I replaced my finger with my tongue, poking it deep into
the folds of skin. I nibbled and licked, savouring the taste of our mixed secretions. With
each lap of my tongue his foreskin rolled back little further. His cock head was an angry
red colour now and it demanded attention. Using my lips and tongue I pushed his skin all
the way back. He groaned and his knees buckled as his cock head entered my waiting
mouth. I bathed that head lovingly, hoping for a long savour of his masculine rod.

But it was not to be. His moans grew more desperate. His breathing quickened as his
fingers dug in to my shoulders. Jamming a finger into his tight hole I took him to where
he wanted to be. With one last wail he flooded my throat with thick, creamy cum.

We were still locked in a post fuck embrace when one of the men walked in. I froze in
terror.
'What a nice cock.' he said as he looked at me.
'Tastes better than it looks.' said the foreman.
Somehow I just knew that this was going to be one hell of a night!