Quick and Dirty

So this is a little story of how I provoked my dad's friend and co-worker to fuck me brainless in a shower container, while my dad was waiting for us.

My name is Jackson. I'm 21 years old and basically what you'd call a natural born femboy.

Clocking in at just under 130 pounds and 5′5″, well... I'm not exactly a stud by any stretch of imagination 😆; Slender and hairless, somewhat secretly in love with all things penis, I'm pretty damn feminine. Always have been.

My dad, on the other hand, is definitely a stud. Seeing him, you wouldn't believe I'm his son, that is until you knew my mom 💁‍♀️ lol. I look very much like her, curvy waist and blonde hair included.

Dad's friends and colleagues resemble him much more than I do, for sure. And that includes Tucker. Especially Tucker.

He's some eight inches taller than me, seemingly just as wide as he's tall, 22 years older than I (you do the math), dark brown hair, pure strength, manly as fuck stubble on his big chin. The man is literally the opposite of me.

I guess that's always been the reason why I felt attracted to him ever since sex became a thing in my depraved head.

It's magnetism.

And you couldn't blame me for it if you saw him. To a tiny little moth like me, Tucker is a pretty damn bright light. A femboy's wet dream, or nightmare, actually 😆. Because he's also quite the straight ladies man (I met a few of his girls over the years), which meant he was just not in the cards for a twink like me. What a fucking shame 😭. Or at least that's what I believed it was right up until the little tale I'm about to write down for you happened.

You see... my dad runs his own company, if you can call it that, given that Tucker and I are just about his only employees. And even that's pushing it, because I only really help out whenever dad needs it or I'm broke... again.

He and Tucker work as contractors for all things construction.

Framing, brickwork, plumbing, electricity... you name it. These handsome guys will get it done. Professional and fast. They're very good friends, partners in crime since before I was born. And although I obviously don't bring any muscle to the party, I make myself useful with small, but important things. Particularly whenever they involve cables, because I'm a nerd who studies electrical-engineering.

It all runs in the family. And we're a good team. Friendships forged in the hustle, fuck yeah🤘

Anyways... Tucker, dad and I ended up on this remote residential construction site earlier this summer. For us it was mostly demolition and cleanup. Hard work, but it pays well. My hands and brains were needed for their expertise with brooms and fuse boxes.

It was a pretty messy job, so by the end of that first day we were a filthy fucking pile of dirt, grime, dust and sweat.

There was no way in hell we were going to get into a car for the one and a half hour ride back home. We definitely needed a shower first.

Luckily for us, the real estate company hiring us was kind enough to set up a shower container right next to the job site.

Now in case you don't know, shower containers are basically these shipping containers with a full fledged bathroom built into them. You load them on a truck, bring them wherever, set them down nice and level, hook up some water and power, boom, clean and happy workers. Kind of a rare luxury for folk like us because of the plumbing involved, but good stuff.

We grabbed our clothes and toiletries from the car. This particular container was a basic model, only one shower booth. So dad went in first. He came back out after ten or so minutes, clean as a whistle.

Now, the thing about my dad is he's impatient as fuck 😂. He wanted to get on the road asap, because mom and a few of their friends were in the process of preparing a nice little BBQ for when we got back.

Dad loves BBQ. He also knew Tucker had different plans for the evening and needed a shave. So he looked at his watch, then back at us and went "You know what, why don't the two of you get in together so Tucker can fix his face while you're in the shower. Save some time."

We looked at each other and chuckled, Tucker and I, as we knew there was absolutely no point in trying to argue how ridiculous dad was being at that point.

Our eyes went 🙄, then we headed for the container. And yes, this is where this story gets to the part you're here for. So enough with the emojis. Buckle up and grab your funsticks. 💪😍🍆🍑💦 coming right up!

Tucker closed the door behind us and I turned to look at him.

In that instant I felt the vibe change. One second ago we were standing outside in the dirt, now it was suddenly just the two of us in this fairly cramped space.

The moisture and scent of dad's cleanup was still in the air. There was this intense little moment of silence as the unexpected intimacy of it all struck. But we both kind of brushed it off.

"Let me wash my face and shave while you get clean. Best not keep the man waiting." Tucker said to me.

I agreed and started to move, but then it really hit me.

Here I was, in this little container, about to get naked in front of a man who had become quite the regular occurrence in my sex-filled dreams long before I even became an adult. Holy shit!

Then the next flash hit me: My bag of toiletries was right next to that man, on that little stool next to the sink. In it, a cute bottle of lube was hiding away conveniently, because if you haven't guessed by now, I'm a perpetually horny femboy who loves to shove fingers and dildos into himself whenever and wherever.

The perception of it all slammed the arousal into me like one of the wrecking balls outside.

And with me having inherited none of my dad's physique but all of his impulsiveness, I acted before my brain had the slightest chance to intervene.

I didn't look for my towel. Neither did I ask Tucker to turn away. Instead, my stained work attire came off of me in the most seductive and tempting way I could possibly rid myself of it.

The whole nine yards I went. Bending at the hips, arching my back, ass pushed out, legs angled in girly poses, ruffling my hand through my shoulder long hair--I put on a quick and dirty little private strip show for Tucker, knowing full well there was really no other place for him to look.

In my mind he was a straight guy. But I sure as fuck wasn't. I tested the waters anyway. Consequence be damned. And by the time I turned to face him, whatever doubts I had about what I was doing were washed off clean.

Tucker was standing there, gaze traveling from my smooth legs upwards, the expression on his face just priceless. Yeah... he liked what he saw and he wanted it. Bad.

I turned back around. Seemingly to head for the shower booth at the far end of the container, but really just so he could get another good, unsolicited look at my peach.

Then the water came.

The shower booth only had this shoulder high wall to it, so I watched him as the warmth washed the grime off me. Our eyes met again and I bit my lower lip, smiling, washing my neck softly.

He smiled back with his hands in the sink. There were no words needed in that moment. My body language told him precisely what he needed to know. And I saw the contemplation in him. Dad crossed both our minds, though. So I soaped up while Tucker shaved.

It was probably the fastest shower I've ever taken. Not because of dad, but because my impulses were out of control. I was so caught in the moment, my body moved without my brain telling it what to do.

Everything just happened spontaneously. I got out of the shower and my feet danced across the floor until my dripping wet petiteness stood obscenely close to Tucker, hips cocked against the sink, skin glistening pale and smelling fresh, lips nibbling my finger.

Intensity engulfed us both. I looked at him with a very intentional mix of innocence and depravity. Our eyes did the talking while my breath got increasingly heavy. I looked down at his crotch. What I saw made me go from horny to full blown slut in the blink of an eye.

He wanted to say something, but then he just watched as I reached into my bag, presented the bottle of lube, firmly set the obvious offer down on the sink and looked at him with my eyebrow raised and my teeth biting down on my lip again.

The rest happened in seconds.

Tucker grabbed his shirt and it came flying over his head and away. His pants were down at his ankles before his shirt hit the floor. I gasped and squirmed.

He was dirty, sweaty, the day of hard work all over him. And I fucking loved it. He was so ridiculously hot. When my eyes met the big dick dangling between his legs, I swear to god, I felt my legs going weak.

Before he even stepped out of his shoes my hands were already on him, and his lips smashed into mine.

We literally clashed into each other in the most savage tongue kiss you can imagine.

The hunger in him was wild. Unhinged. Tucker grabbed my neck. I pressed myself into him, hand on his massive pecs. He almost lifted me off of my feet, devoured my mouth as my free hand shot down to his magnificent cock and stroked furiously.

He grunted his instant hardness into me, "Jack, you're about to make me fuck your ass right here and now.", trying his best to not growl the words at me loud enough for the man outside to hear.

"Guilty as charged." I whispered my unraveled desire at his lips, "So you better hurry and make sure to drain those balls in me."

My filthy passion talking sent him to proper dominant rage.

He flung me around and slammed me down on the sink. I thrust my ass into him. The feel of his veiny fuckrod sliding over my hole shot me straight up to cockslut-heaven. In my daze I barely recognized myself fetch the lube, flick it open and slam it into his hand.

Tucker didn't hesitate for even a microsecond. He slathered his throbbing boner up, tossed the bottle aside and just shoved his cock into me with the low and aggressive groan of a fucking predator.

I tensed up, choked on my breath and went insane for him then and there.

The pain was delicious. Brutal. Exactly what I craved. It tore through me so hard my hands thrashed, grasping for anything to keep me from screaming my ecstasy raw.

One clawed into his arm while I sank my teeth into my finger, biting so deep it felt like I might tear it off. Tucker felt every bit of it, his cock locked painfully tight inside me.

His hand pressed to my back, holding me still, a pause to let me breathe. I didn't need it. I didn't want it. A needy moan ripped out of me while my hips ground back in pure greed, swallowing the rest of his eight inches.

It was all the encouragement he needed. My mouth opened to a nice, big O and my hands clutched the sides of the sink, holding on for dear life as he moved to fuck me.

And holy god damn shit did he fuck me.

The man smashed my kinky brain to mush like a hydraulic press. He railed into my asspussy so deep and fast, stars danced in front of me with my eyes shut tight. My entire body lit on fire. It just surrendered to him. His hands flexed his strength into my hips so hard I squirmed onto my toes, and he borderline raped me like a freaking porn star in some BDSM flick.

His cock felt so insanely good in me. I lost control over my voice.

Sheer luck had left my towel close enough for me to grab it, shove it between my wet lips and whimper all kinds of sobbing, slutty squeals at him in my raging ecstasy.

Then he obliterated me.

Tucker pulled my tiny ass apart with his big hands and took me even harder. So damn hard, the towel dropped and I collapsed--shattered into silent, broken gasps, just drooling my cock-drunk delirium into the sink. My eyes went white. I fell totally passive, the sounds of his sexual rage wrecking every thought until I was nothing but a fuckdoll in his hands.

When he reached for my torso and pulled me up into himself, all that was left of me was a pleading young femboy hole for him to breed.

I breathed at him barely conscious as I felt him go hard as steel and he exploded--Destroying the last remnants of me, his cum gushing into my body hot and deep, my sissy pussy holding him balls deep so I could feel every single pulse of his big cock shooting me to nirvana.

Tucker held my hips and chin like a vice, his lips pressed hard against mine as he flooded my insides relentlessly, humming the sound of his manic orgasm into me until he decided he was done using me.

He turned me into his empty-brained cum dump and I fucking loved him for it.

The perfect climax.

Unfortunately it couldn't last long, though. My freaking father was waiting outside, lol. So Tucker and I soothed each other for the few precious seconds we had, trying to catch our breath as quietly as the mind-blowing intensity of it all allowed.

Angry protest of my body mixed into all of this pleasure, because my tight rim absolutely refused to let him go. We caressed and kissed like lovers do. The sweetest, horny little laughs passing between us as the reality of what the fuck we just did sunk in. Three minutes, if that, to make me happier than I had ever been in life, slick with his cum when he finally pulled himself out of me.

I turned around in Tucker's arms, cupped his face in my hand and purred "Promise you'll have me again?"

"You bet that ass I will." he whispered, reaching down, squeezing it as we fell for a last kiss.

I dried myself quickly then, put my tracksuit on, packed my stuff and gave him a parting smile.

Stepping back outside and looking at my dad... well let me tell you: It felt pretty damn wild, talking to him like nothing happened with his friend's fresh load of cum in me.

A friend who I was so much more than just obsessed with now.

And there you have it. The reason why I will love shower containers for the rest of my life.

Now... if you wanna know just how deep my obsession went from that point onward, you guys will know what to do 😉⬆️😘

Mic drop, xoxo✌️