"I'm more of a city guy, actually."

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Len laughs, and says "I can do city boy."

The ride goes on in relative silence, though after a while you jump when you feel Len reach over, giving your dick a squeeze.

"You horny, boy?"

You nod - it's obvious anyway, by your hard on. "Yeah."

"You're an eager little fuckboy, aren't you?"

His voice is low and rough, and he squeezes again. You let out a little moan. He lets go, and you hear him light a cigarette.

"I do love an eager little fuckboy," he says, puffing on his smoke.

He drives for a while, and you wait, your dick throbbing and getting more and more turned on. Now and then, Len strokes your thigh or gives your crotch another squeeze, and at one point he nearly growls and says, "Damn, you sure it's not my birthday? Gonna fuck you ragged." Eventually, he parks the truck, but when you reach your hands up to take off the blindfold, he says, "Not yet."

He turns off the pickup, and gets out, coming around to your side and opening the door. He takes your shoulder in one hand, and you get out of the truck. He pushes on your shoulder, and says, "This way." You let him lead you.

You can hear traffic, but it's not super-close, and you're pretty sure you're walking on concrete at first, and then the sound changes and you're pretty sure you're either inside or under some sort of shelter. Len steers you up a flight of stairs, and you walk unsteadily once you've gone up and around a second flight.

"Stay put," he says, and you stand still. You can hear him walking around a bit, not sure what he's doing. You can still hear traffic, though it's more muted now. The sound of Len's heavy boots returns, and then he tugs the blindfold off. It takes a second for your eyes to adjust, but you see you're on what appears to be the second floor of a building that's under construction. The walls are insulated, but only half the drywall has been installed. The floor is bare wood, and makeshift tables and sawhorses are lined along one wall. The window openings are covered in plastic.

Len smiles at you - at some point he picked up a pair of work gloves and a hard-hat. His shirt, however, is gone. His chest is wide, and thick with stocky muscle, as are his arms.

"Doing the landscaping here. Got the place to ourselves right now, though." He curls his hands into his belt, and you see he's even put on a tool-belt. "How do you feel about construction, fuckboy?" he asks.

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