Hard Working Men by Shane Allison

Author:Shane Allison
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2010-09-09T00:00:00+00:00

DIGGER

Hank Edwards

I notice him right away from my post inside the tiny gas station office; he is difficult to miss. Standing in the middle of the torn-up street, he shovels rocks out of the sand base dumped the day before and smoothes over the rough areas. He works apart from the rest of the crew, bare-chested, with his dirty T-shirt tucked into a back pocket of his faded jeans and a navy blue bandana tied around his head. I let my gaze travel over his body and reach down to shift the swiftly hardening length of my cock to a more comfortable position. He is a big man; around six foot two if he’s an inch, with a dark shadow of beard and a deeply tanned and hairy torso. His pecs are big and firm above the slight pouch of a belly that hangs over the droopy, faded waist of his jeans. He stops his work and leans on the handle of his shovel to catch his breath, raising a muscular arm to wipe sweat from his face with the back of his hairy forearm. I take the opportunity to zero in on the dark, hairy tuft of his armpit, and my cock throbs for release.

The gas station where I work sits on the corner of a usually well-traveled intersection. Three months ago, however, two construction projects were started several miles down each of the roads that make up my intersection and now those projects have come together, closing off the roads with battalions of resented orange barrels and routing traffic to other streets. Bulldozers, dirt haulers, some kind of asphalt grinder that tore up the road and threw dust and tar into the air, and a score of sweaty, beefy men all converged on my little corner of the world. I begged the owner to close the doors when the roads were torn up, just shut down for two weeks until the repaving was completed and the drivers could speed even faster down the new asphalt. But the man refused, claiming that the surrounding neighborhood depended on his small shop for milk and other grocery items.

So I sit on the stool and stare out the window at the big man working out in the hot sun. Sweat runs down his face and chest, attracting dirt like a magnet as his tanned skin glistens. I squeeze my fully erect cock once again and have just decided to take a break in the back office and jerk off when the big bear of a man tosses his shovel aside and begins to walk toward the station. I drop my eyes to his wide hips, the denim covering them stained with sweat and dirt, watching breathlessly as he walks closer. His strides are long and strong, the muscles of his legs flexing beneath the faded material of his jeans. His scuffed and dirty work boots kick up clouds of dust as he passes the pumps and crosses the lot. He pulls a

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