on construction sites unless they are nailed down, but who could possibly make use of eight huge mooring fenders?

We eventually reached the ground floor and it was here that I thought we might find them, as I couldn't really imagine that anybody could have lugged them all the way up the stairs. We had just finished searching the last area when another guy came along and asked Ciaran if he wanted any lunch as the site canteen was about to close, it being Friday and an early finish for everybody.

He took me with him to the site canteen, which was in another portacabin, and we ordered our food. He told me that he needed a pee while they were preparing our food and I said that I would join him. The gents' toilet was in another, much smaller portacabin with just two urinals next to one another.

Ciaran stepped up to one and I, naturally, stepped up to the other. Imagine my surprise when Ciaran pulled down his shorts and his underpants together and his ENORMOUS cock unwound itself. IT WAS HUGE. Not only was it long (about 11 inches soft), but it was as thick as my wrist. I did what I had to do and managed to get my half hard cock back in my trousers and turned to wash my hands in the sink behind us. As I looked in the mirror I could see his naked bum. It was nice and tight and covered with blond hairs. I got the impression that he knew I was looking, but he made no rush to put his cock away or cover himself up.

I stood to one side and made small talk until he had finished, then he shook himself vigorously and turned towards me as he wound himself up and put himself away.

We returned to the canteen and sat together as we ate. His cock seemed to be even bigger than before and every so often his knee would rub against mine and he didn't hurry to move it away. Eventually the conversation turned to marriage and he smiled when I told him that I wasn't. “No,” he said, “I've never been that way inclined either.”

I wasn't quite sure how to take this comment until his knee pressed against mine harder than ever, and then I think I realised where this was going to end. I returned the pressure and he looked at me and winked. “I dare say we're two of a kind,” he said in his lilting, “come to bed” Irish accent.

“Yes,” I replied, “I reckon we are.” His hand slipped down on to my knee. I placed my hand on the back of his and gave it a squeeze.

“Now, I'm not sure if I can find somewhere for us to disappear,” he said, “but it shouldn't be too difficult. You'll have realised that I've got a pound or two of meat inside my trousers,” he added, “and I don't expect I'll be able to get it inside of you, but we can have a bit of fun together, I’ve no doubt.”

He said he thought there might be some room in the old uniform stores and told me to wait where I was. He left the canteen and I watched him through the grimy window and saw him go into another cabin a few yards away. After a few