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Just been sitting here waiting for someone and decided to knock out an introduction to a story I've been considering. I won't give any details about what the story would entail beyond this, but you can probably get a good idea from how the intro ends. Would love to hear any comments.

“Right lads, lunchtime!” Eddie called out, much to the relief of the rest of the crew. “Not so fast newbie,” he added, seeing eighteen-year-old Blake tagging along behind the rest of the workers.

Blake froze. It was his first day and he still didn’t know a lot about how things worked on the construction site… or any construction site really. It was not a job he had dreamed about, but it was one that happened to be available and happened to fit his particular skill-set, in as much as it required muscles but no qualifications – a perfect fit.

So far, things had gone pretty smoothly for the new arrival. They were working on four-story apartment block, though the main bulk of the construction was done and they were largely onto the internal work now. The team was made up of eight guys, including Blake. At first Eddie had thought the rest of the crew looked like someone had copy and pasted the same guy six times – hardly the most diverse bunch, but that wasn’t the worst thing in the world. It meant he got to spend his working days around a bunch of guys who were – to pout it quite simply – fucking hot!

On closer inspection, he had started to see differences between the samey-looking bunch. The oldest, and foreman, Eddie looked to be in his late thirties, the rest ranging from that down to twenty-one, the second youngest after Blake himself. While they all shared fairly similar builds, some looked to be bulked up purely from years in the business, while a couple of others looked gym-built (and likely steroid-assisted).

So far they seemed nice enough. It was exactly the testosterone-riddled workplace Blake had expected, which was why he had known he would likely have to maintain his lifelong secret for at least a few more years. He couldn’t see this group of uber-straight muscle-heads exactly being LGBT-friendly.

“Don’t I… get a lunch break?” Blake asked, worried he had done something wrong.

“We gotta leave someone behind, otherwise we hafta lock everything up and close down the site and that takes longer than the fucking break,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “You just stay here and keep an eye on things, we’ll be back at one!”

“Oh, okay,” Blake said, nodding slightly, his stomach rumbling.

“Mate, don’t worry, we’ll bring ya something back,” Tyrone said, slapping Blake on the back. “Think of it as a reward for volunteering to stay behind!” He grinned at the teen. He was one of the older workers, close to Eddie’s age and from Blake had seen so far definitely seemed the most cheerful of the group.

“But I didn’t…” Blake started, but as he saw Tyrone raise his eyebrows he just said quietly, “Thanks!”

“Get used to this, bud!” Max said, giving Blake a nudge. At twenty-one, he was the youngest of the other workers and, in Blake’s opinion, definitely the cutest too. “They always dump this on the new guy… and that was me til you came along, so I finally get to go for lunch. Cheers!”

Blake watched the group filing out, slightly annoyed that this appeared to be a permanent arrangement. He sat down in the office, though it wasn’t really an office, it was just the part of the building they had set up base in while they worked, but it had chairs at least, though not much else.

With a sigh, he pulled out his phone but quickly realised he was out of data and too broke to pay for more, so he couldn’t even waste time on the internet waiting for the others to return. After a few minutes, he had got so bored he almost considered just resuming work, but apart from the fact he knew lone working had been advised against during his health and safety training, he had a feeling it was the sort of environment where that would be seen as sucking up rather than actually being helpful and he was still keen for his new colleagues to like him.

A few more minutes and only one more idea came to him to pass the time. It was while he was putting his phone back in his bag that he leaned down and caught a face-full of one of the team’s jackets. The scent was somewhere between repulsive and intoxicating, a mix of stale sweat, brick dust and beer. His cock throbbed instantly and he knew how to pass the time.

Moving over to the window just to check nobody was returning to the site, he pulled his cock out and began pumping excitedly. Without the luxury of internet porn, he was reliant entirely on whatever stimulation he could come up with himself. He glanced over at the jacket again, but as much as it had been a trigger for him, smelling it too much was likely to just make him nauseous… though the jacket DID have an owner!

Taking a seat, he let his mind wander over the rest of the crew, imagining what the site might be like on a warmer day, with clothing removed and sweat dripping. Muscles bulging as they went about their work, oblivious to the horny teen ogling them at every opportunity.

“We’ll bring ya something back,” Tyrone had said. Blake grinned as he mumbled to himself, “Is it your dick? I’d happily eat that!” He let out a groan as he jerked off thinking about his muscular co-workers. His cock erupted, launching a thick stream of spunk into the air, splattering down onto the dusty floor and immediately leaving a dark wet patch.

The orgasm seemed to last forever as he suddenly worried he may have lost track of time. His cock had barely finished spurting when he tucked it away and stood, quickly scuffing his foot back and forth across his spunk, rubbing it in but just ending up with an even larger wet patch. “Fuck!” he muttered. Glancing at the time his panic waned a little, as the other still weren’t back for another twenty minutes.

And thus began Blake’s new lunchtime ritual. The others would go get lunch while Blake got himself off. It wasn’t even the end of the first week by the time he began to get bored of it. Not the cumming, he never got bored of that, but just sitting there in the office knocking one out, it was getting repetitive, so he began to experiment.

Thursday, he removed his top, sitting there shirtless and playing with his nipples as he jerked. Friday had him taking the rest off, sitting completely naked in the office, until he shot his load and freaked out, dressing quickly. The following Monday, he stripped again, but ventured over to the window, jerking off beside it.

As the days ticked by, he got progressively risky in his adventures. He lived in constant fear of getting caught, though that fear eventually began to feed into his plans. The Monday of his third week, he had finished jerking off but remained naked, positioned near the window to watch for the crew returning, telling himself he wasn’t even allowed to start getting dressed until he saw the first of them. He was dressed in plenty of time, but he got such a rush from the risk that he ended up jerking off again that afternoon in the port-a-loo.

Tuesday he pushed a little further, edging himself throughout the lunch break and telling himself he wasn’t allowed to cum until he saw the others returning and was only allowed to get dressed once he had finished. The excitement of the scenario made it hard to hold back from cumming long enough top actually do it, but he managed, though it was barely a fraction of a second between seeing Tyrone and shooting his load.

Wednesday he continued to try more. This time it was the same as Tuesday, but he positioned himself on the next floor up, meaning he had the added task of running back down to the office before being able to get dressed. He barely made it in time, panting heavily as he flopped down into the chair with the last of his clothing in place as Eddie walked in and tossed him his lunch.

Thursday rolled around and Blake knew he was pushing his luck. Yesterday had been a close call, but the excitement of it had resulted in him losing literally the entire evening jerking off over it. He considered simply repeating the task, but even just thinking about it didn’t have the same excitement it had the day before. He knew he needed more. He knew he needed to push himself… no matter the risk, or maybe because of it!