An adult stories – Oz Beach Boy Tricks Traffic Control by MyBareTorso,
AUTHOR’S NOTES: This is an entry in the April Fools Day Story Contest 2024, so I’d really appreciate it if you could take the time to vote. This story features my recurring character Matt (a muscular, well-hung, twenty-something male exhibitionist) being (hopefully) amusingly duped and toyed with by a group of female traffic control officers. This story features CFNM, female-of-male body worship, much discussion of sex, and a group hand-job, but NO sexual intercourse. All characters are over eighteen. This is a work of complete fiction. I am endeavouring to write a CFNM “Oz Beach Boy” story in every Literotica category. This entry: “Exhibitionist/Voyeur”.
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The muscled-up male exhibitionist…Matt
It was a hot summer afternoon in Sydney, Australia. I smiled when I looked down the street on my way home from a barefoot, soft-sand, beach-run, and saw a crew of female traffic officers casually going about their work.
As always, I was horny and looking for action. Though not clinically diagnosed, I’m a raging sex addict. I’m a twenty-something narcissistic Aussie male exhibitionist who loves getting nude, preferably with women watching me. I spend hours training to get my body into intensely ripped and muscular shape, principally to attract as much female attention as possible.
I like to show off and put myself in potentially sexy situations whenever I can, particularly around Sydney’s many beaches and secluded coastal bays. I also frequently stroll around at night on busy weekends looking for action wherever I can find it. I am constantly horny, and I’ve enjoyed many, many kinky hook-ups in my time. I’m also a chronic masturbator. [See Story: “Oz Beach Boy’s Exhibitionism Essay”]
In Australia, for whatever reason, traffic control work is almost exclusively the domain of young, female tourist travelers, usually from Ireland, the UK and South America, especially Brazil. I don’t know why, but I have a particular thing for said traffic controllers…they really turn me on in a major way.
Traffic control officers are nearly all young girls in their early twenties, for a start, and they’re often very, very attractive too. But I think it’s the clash of their obvious feminine appeal with their masculine work attire that really turns me on.
I love to fantasise about taking off their hard-hats, and then peeling off their completely form-covering high-visibility work-wear of thick shirts, multi-pocketed pants, and heavy boots to finally get at their sexy, underwear-clad bodies beneath.
Usually wearing lots of make-up and with sexily painted nails, traffic control girls are just so fucking hot…they drive me crazy. On a couple of occasions, I’ve walked past coastal-area work sites being traffic controlled in just my Speedo swimsuit, desperate to get the attention of the female traffic officers.
While I’ve received a few very nice smiles and highly arousing looks of appreciation, it’s disappointingly never gone any further than that, perhaps because there are usually groups of male workers in close proximity.
I did, however, enjoy a very sensual, extraordinarily arousing casual affair with three Brazilian traffic control and safety officers who worked in my apartment complex for several weeks while the buildings were undergoing external repairs a few years ago.
These three Brazilian women — Ana, Fernanda and Adriana — were amongst the most beautiful and sexually audacious girls I’ve ever slept with, and my time with them was constantly mind-blowing. Their facility for sex of all kinds was utterly astounding. I still masturbate about them today with fevered, alarming regularity.
I peered down the street at the construction site, and noticed a distinct lack of activity from any heavy machinery, and also virtually no noise emanating from the area. It looked like most of the work had stopped for the day.
I ducked absurdly behind a large tree to better scope out the situation. I stood for a few minutes carefully watching the large construction site, which appeared to involve the major digging up of a public road and footpath.
I smiled with excitement. The large work vehicles and excavators were parked, and there were no male construction workers in sight, with the men obviously finished their shifts. The female traffic control officers were moving around confidently, obviously locking up the fairly large roadworks site safely.
Some of the women held up traffic signs guiding cars around the site, while others pulled temporary metal fences into place. From what I could see, there appeared to be four female traffic control officers still on site, and they were all dressed in hard-hats, heavy work-boots, and high-visibility work wear in a variety of colours.
I could almost feel myself beginning to get hard. It looked like I’d finally walked into a situation which would allow me to mix it up with a group of female traffic control officers…I was ecstatic and highly aroused.
While still keeping my eyes on the work site, I quickly peeled off my t-shirt and slid out of my shorts. With my ripped, heavily muscled body on display, I felt instant pangs of nervousness and excitement. I hurriedly jammed my clothes into my backpack.
Clad in just a pair of black, skin-tight, fitted Calvin Klein boxer shorts and slides, I eased myself out from behind the tree and then walked quickly into the front-yard of a nearby block of apartments, where I’d spotted a garden tap. I turned it on, and then splashed water all over my body and right through my longish, sandy brown hair, making it look as if I’d been swimming, and to provide at least some basic excuse as to why I might be walking the streets in my underwear.
My deeply tanned, smoothly waxed skin dripping with water, I walked slowly toward the construction site, which was surrounded by huge plastic barriers, as well as an area completely fenced off and out of view of the public. I opted to innocently approach the first traffic control girl, and then basically place myself in her hands and those of her colleagues, hoping that my cheeky near-nudity might inspire a few cat-calls and whistles, and perhaps even some physical touching of some description.
I would take whatever I could get, and my big move was to play something of a dupe. I enjoy being lightly humiliated and ridiculed by women, and over my years of risqué sexual behaviour, I’ve learned that women love to feel like they’re in control of a sexual situation. Where possible, they also like the sensation of getting one over on a guy, and even playing him for a fool.
As far as these traffic control girls would know, I was just an innocent, wholesome guy walking home and drying off after a swim who happened upon their construction site. Little did these beautiful young girls know, I was a rampaging exhibitionist desperate for any kind of sexual interaction I could get, and I wanted to get it from these hopefully naughty traffic control girls…
Traffic Controller…Belmira Borges
22-year-old Brazilian traveler Belmira Borges clutched her stop-and-slow sign with her right hand, and wiped at her sweat-soaked face with her left hand. In the searing afternoon heat, Belmira could feel her entire body sweating under her pink-and-navy-blue high-visibility work shirt and pants, and her hard-hat stuck uncomfortably to her dark, braided hair.
Belmira couldn’t wait to get back to the youth hostel where she was staying so she could strip nude and take a soothing cold shower. She longed to wash off all the grime, sweat and grit that had accumulated on her curvy, womanly body.
It was a long, tiring work day spent under the scorching Australian sun for Belmira Borges. In an hour, the beautiful Brazilian would finally be done…and it couldn’t come soon enough.
As she tilted her hard-hat back and mopped at her brow with a red scarf from her back pocket, Belmira looked from monitoring the road for cars to the long street that approached the large construction site…and the beautiful Brazilian couldn’t quite believe what she saw.
Walking up the street in nothing but a revealing pair of fitted black boxers was a tall, deeply tanned, heavily muscled man with a small backpack over his shoulder, slides on his feet, and a relaxed smile on his face. Belmira almost thought it was some kind of mirage conjured by the summer heat.
“Ai meu deus,” Belmira muttered in Portuguese. “O que e isso?”
As he got closer, Belmira could see that this man excitingly approaching her was not just incredibly well built physically, but he was also astoundingly handsome, with chiseled features and deep, brown, soulful eyes. The man appeared to be an Anglo-Australian.
The Brazilian traffic control officer could also see that the approaching man’s skin was completely smooth and free of hair from his marbled bare torso right down to his sculpted calves. He made for a very striking figure indeed.
This man obviously had his entire body waxed or lasered, which made Belmira shiver with both amusement and excitement. She imagined him stretched out nude in a salon being tended to by a team of female beauticians, and almost felt herself get wet beneath her work gear.
Belmira had never seen a man as stunning as this before, and she was instantly and powerfully aroused by his very masculine beauty. Belmira hadn’t had sex for three days, and she was very, very horny, which obviously helped with the ease of her arousal.
In the third month of a six-month working holiday in Australia, the very attractive Belmira Borges had practically had men throwing themselves at her. Whether sun-bathing in a g-string on the beach, or at a pub with friends, Belmira was constantly approached by interested, and often very appealing, men.
As a result, the Brazilian traffic control officer had had sex with over forty men since arriving in Australia. She’d partied with American men, English men, Irish men, Brazilian men, older men, younger men, and Aussie men…and it was the latter she enjoyed the most.
Belmira had never fucked an Aussie guy before her holiday, and she had come to love their weird accents, cute bodies, often blonde hair, and frequently large cocks. They didn’t eat pussy as well as South American men, but they still did okay when browsing in the downstairs department.
This nearly naked guy approaching her was far, far more handsome than any guy she’d ever fucked, and Belmira shivered slightly with the fevered arousal of it all. The Brazilian traveler composed herself and got ready to speak to this very sexy guy as he got excitingly closer to her.
“Hello, senhor,” Belmira said with a warm smile as the underwear-clad man walked right up to her.
Belmira quickly looked the man up and down. His wonderfully muscled frame was dripping with water, and his longish brown hair was wet and slicked back from his face. With her mouth slightly shape, Belmira followed the man’s deeply ridged abdomen down to his underpants, where she was greeted with the sight of a huge bulge indicating what must have been a very considerable penis.
“Hi there,” the man said in a sexy Aussie accent, his voice deep and sonorous. “Can I walk through here? I’m on my way home.”
“You have been swimming at the beach, si?” Belmira asked, killing time while thinking of how best to exploit this highly arousing situation. “I can see that your body is all wet, si?”
“Oh, yeah,” the man replied. “It’s so hot…it was great in the water…really refreshing.”
“You swim at this beach just down the road?” Belmira asked with a smile in her very thick South American accent. “With all the people?”
“Um, ah, no…I swam at a bay just around the corner from the main beach,” the man replied. “It’s quieter.”
“Is nicer, si?” Belmira asked.
“Yeah…and you can actually swim nude there,” the man replied with a very mischievous smile. “I like that better.”
“You swim without this?” Belmira asked with a giggle and pointed at the man’s underwear. “Despido?”
“Yes…despido,” Matt replied with an even more mischievous smile. “No swimsuit…nothing.”
“Oh, you naughty, huh?” Belmira asked with a giggle. “You have very nice body…I understand why despido…nice.”
“Well, thank you,” the man said, “I’m Matt, by the way. You’re very beautiful.”
Belmira couldn’t believe how outrageously this very handsome Australian man called Matt was flirting with her. First, he walks up wearing nothing but a pair of tight, sexily revealing underpants, then he smiles at her cheekily, and finally, he starts talking about swimming in the nude. This was not the behaviour of a normal Aussie guy…Matt was playing some kind of sexy, naughty little game, and Belmira was more than happy to join in.
With a cheeky smile even more brazen than Matt’s, Belmira looked the Aussie hunk up and down again, leaning slightly on her stop-and-slow sign so she could get a look at his deeply tanned, heavily muscled, water-slicked body. Belmira licked her lips, and then decided to get the other girls involved…they all deserved a bite of this delicious looking piece of man-fruit.
Belmira looked down at the next work station, and saw her supervisor packing away a collection of bright orange parking cones. The beautiful Brazilian got her attention and smiled. When the blonde, big breasted traffic controller saw Belmira casually clutching her stop-and-slow sign and talking to the delightfully unclothed Matt, the beautiful Brazilian noticed her giggle with surprise.
“Yes, you can walk through here, Mr. Matt,” Belmira said. “You are lucky we can no longer whistle and make comments at the public like male construction crews used to do to women.”
“Would you be whistling at me and making fun of me?” Matt asked.
“A man in his cuecas?” Belmira responded. “His underwear? Oh, yes…yes, we would. We would be making lots of fun of you.”
“Well, I guess I’m lucky times have changed,” Matt said with a smile. “I’d hate to feel objectified.”
“This word, I don’t know,” Belmira said slowly in her thick accent, “but yes, we would look at your bunda! Your ass!”
“Oh, wow,” Matt said, obviously pretending to be bashful. “My butt? You’re very naughty.”
“Naughty, naughty…okay, yes, Matt, walk this way,” Belmira said and pointed toward the passage behind her, which was made by a series of huge, red, plastic barriers that ran along the road.
“Thank you so much,” Matt said with a smile and then walked off.
“Take your cute little bunda that way,” Belmira said quietly under her breath while leaning on her stop-and-slow sign and watching Matt walk off, checking out his cute butt. “Maybe we see what’s in your cuecas? Maybe we see your pinto too, si?”
Traffic control officer…Roisin Connor
23-year-old Roisin Connor lifted up her big, heavy breasts with both hands, desperate to provide herself with a little relief in the hot afternoon sun. The skin underneath Roisin’s tits was wet with sweat, and it was making the Irish traveler itch like crazy.
From beneath her white hard-hat, Roisin watched on with great intrigue as her cheeky Brazilian colleague Belmira Borges wrapped up her conversation with a big, tall, muscled up hunk of a man wearing nothing but a pair of little black briefs. Just what the fuck was going on here?
To Roisin’s delight, Belmira then sent this great specimen of manhood walking right in her direction. Just as Roisin took in how hot this nearly naked lad actually was, the Irish traffic control officer’s walkie-talkie crackled. Roisin pulled it quickly from her hip and held it up to her face.
“Hey, baby…let’s have some fun with this guy, si?” came Belmira’s thickly accented voice over the walkie-talkie. “I think he is playing games with us, sweetie…why don’t we have some fun too, si?”
“Fuckin’ hell, lass…he’s right sexy, this lad…look at him!” Roisin replied, her blue eyes sparkling with lust and excitement. “Where the fuck did he come from?”
“He says he’s just walking home…let’s try and trick him out of his little panties,” Belmira said with a giggle. “Let’s have some fun…let us see all of this man, si?”
“I like your fuckin’ style, lass,” Roisin replied with a laugh in her thick Irish accent. “I thought we Irish girls were bad, but you Brazilians are un-fucking-believable. Let’s have a laugh, huh? We’ve been working hard…we deserve some fun! This’ll be a right craic, it will.”
“Obrigado, querida,” Belmira said with a giggle. “Show this man who the boss is here…the feminino!”
Roisin Connor was indeed the boss on this work site…after all the lads had left for the day anyway. The curvy, big breasted blonde from Dublin had been in Sydney for eighteen months, and she’d worked for Stop Right There Traffic Management for nearly the entire time, making her the most experienced traffic controller on the large, complex site.
Though Roisin mainly did office work at home in Dublin, the shift to outdoor traffic management for her extended working holiday in Australia had been a nice one. The money was surprisingly good, and the work wasn’t too taxing, which meant Roisin could happily spend the rest of her time partying, having a laugh, lying on the beach, and fucking the odd lad here and there when her fanny was feeling neglected.
Roisin tapped a long red fingernail on her white teeth, and looked at the nearly naked man approaching her through a set of long, spidery, fake eye-lashes. Roisin liked to offset her bulky, form-covering pink-and-navy-blue hi-vis work-wear with very feminine make-up and accoutrements. Even though she was at work, Roisin liked to look good.
Roisin loved to turn heads when she was directing traffic. She especially loved catching male drivers (and sometimes female drivers too) checking out her big tits when she guided them through and past a site.
Roisin Connor was a real looker. The Irish beauty’s long, blonde hair was impeccably styled under her hard-hat, her fingers were covered with rings, and she wore a very, very skimpy silk g-string under her uniform to remind her that she was indeed a sexy, sexy woman of the first order despite the unflattering uniform she had to wear.
Surreptitiously scratching at her sweaty butt-crack with her right hand, Roisin wondered what to do with this hot AF young lad headed her way. Belmira’s suggestion to have some fun with this hunk was a fucking good one, but Roisin had been out to all hours the night before — even sucking off a random cutie in a pub toilet — and she wasn’t thinking as quickly as she usually did. But just as she eased the itch in her arse-crack, Roisin was hit with an idea…and she liked it.
“Oh, no…no,” Roisin said loudly with mock concern, and grabbed a nearby stop-and-slow sign, holding it with the stop side facing outward. “Excuse me, sir, what are you doing walking through here? This is an unsafe area!”
“What?” said the handsome young man with a look of confused concern on his gorgeous face. “Your colleague directed me to move this way…I’m just on my way home. She said this was the way to go.”
“I’m afraid my colleague has made a major error, lad,” Roisin said in her thick Irish accent. “I’m right sorry for that, mate. This area of the work-site is contaminated with asbestos…it’s very dangerous for you.”
“Oh, no,” the man exclaimed with obvious concern in his deep-voiced Aussie accent. “I’m sorry…what should I do? I don’t want to cause any trouble.”
“You’ll have to be decontaminated, lad,” Roisin said with slight urgency. “Please come with me. There’s a whole process.”
Roisin could see Belmira watching on from a distance with a bemused smile as the Irish beauty led the near naked young man out of the small barrier-created passageway, and then into a large, fenced-off-from-view area of the construction site.
Inside the area, there was a flat expanse of road, with a small, demountable site office in one corner, and a large hose in another corner that the lads used to wash off their muddy boots at the end of the day.
“What’s your name, sir?” Roisin asked the Aussie hunk.
“Oh, I’m Matt,” the young man replied. “I’m sorry about this…and also about what I’m wearing.”
“Well, that’s okay, lad,” Roisin said with a smile, finding it difficult to maintain her serious, all-business demeanour in the face of this Aussie hunk’s almost fully exposed body. “You look just dandy in your jockeys…and it’s actually better that you’re wearing less clothing.”
“Oh, right,” Matt said, looking even more confused.
“You been swimming, lad?” Roisin asked. “Or do you always walk around in your jockeys?”
“No, no…I was swimming nearby and I was just walking home,” Matt replied. “Your colleague directed me down that passageway.”
“Matt, I’m Roisin Connor,” the Irish beauty said. “I’m in charge of traffic control and safety on the site. Please let me explain this situation to you.”
“Okay…I’m listening, Roisin,” Matt said earnestly, but with a slight twinkle in his eye, and then gently pulled at his crotch.
“Matt, your clothing…your, um, jockeys…and your backpack and footwear…have been potentially contaminated with asbestos and other dangerous building materials,” Roisin explained carefully.
“Oh, no,” Matt said with a very curious smile that Roisin thought might have been a giveaway that the Aussie hunk actually knew something was going on here. “That sounds serious.”
“Yes, it is,” Roisin said. “Matt, we’ll have to take your jockeys, backpack and footwear to another area of the site to be treated and properly cleaned.”
“Wait a minute,” Matt said with obvious nervousness. “You need to take my underpants?”
“Yes, I do,” Roisin replied. “I’ll need you to…you know.”
“Strip?” Matt asked. “You need me to take off my underpants here?”
“Yes, it’s for your own safety,” Roisin replied. “Nobody can see in from the road. You will have some level of privacy. Don’t worry, lad…I’ve seen it all before.”
“That doesn’t really make it any less embarrassing for me,” Matt responded. “You haven’t seen mine before!”
“Well, I’m gonna have to see it now, lad,” Roisin said, actually managing to maintain a straight face. “Remove your backpack, footwear and underpants, and then hand them to me, please.”
“Oh, my god,” Matt muttered, and then slid off his backpack, his huge muscles straining and undulating with the effort. “I can’t believe this is happening to me…this is so humiliating. I’m just trying to get home.”
“I’m sorry, lad,” Roisin said with fake but believable concern as Matt handed her his backpack, and then kicked off his slides. “Again, it’s for your own safety. Let’s have your knickers then, lad.”
Matt looked Roisin in the eye, and then hooked his thumbs into the sides of his fitted black boxers. As the Irish beauty looked on with barely contained excitement, Matt slowly slid down his underwear. Roisin gasped quietly as his small, well-groomed patch of sandy brown pubic hair was revealed, and marvelled at the obvious pride with which Matt treated his incredible body.
The Aussie hunk obviously spent hours in the gym and had all of the hair on his body waxed or lasered off, and as Roisin now happily discovered, Matt also had his man-garden expertly tended to, its wild brambles transformed into the pubic equivalent of a bowling green. Matt’s pubic hair was even more impressive than Roisin’s, which was trimmed down to a very neat, thin strip.
Roisin’s blue eyes widened even further as Matt slid his fitted boxers right down his muscular thighs, and then let them drop to the ground before he plucked them off his feet and then stood with them hanging limply from his right hand. Roisin held out her long-nailed fingers and Matt handed over his underpants with obvious reluctance and concern.
“Thanks, lad,” Roisin said and took hold of Matt’s boxers, leaving the Aussie hunk completely and utterly naked.
Roisin looked down at Matt’s crotch in utter amazement. The Aussie hunk’s thick, heavily veined, and sexily uncut penis hung almost down to his knees, rating instantly as one of the biggest dicks Roisin had ever seen in the flesh. She’d fucked a French lad with an even bigger one a few years back, but Matt’s was an absolute monster of a thing, and it came with an equally impressive set of bollocks.
“Jesus Christ, lad,” Roisin said quietly. “That’s quite the willy you’ve got on you.”
“Oh, thanks,” Matt said, and then half-heartedly placed his hands over his crotch, not really trying — or even able — to hide his enormous penis.
“Okay, Matt,” Roisin said. “I’m going to get one of the girls to treat and clean your belongings, and then I’m going to have to wash you down with that hose over there.”
“You’re going to wash me down?” Matt asked incredulously. “With a hose?”
“Yes, lad,” Roisin said, trying to supress a wicked grin. “You’re going to get rinsed down, and then soaped up, and then rinsed off. We have to make sure you haven’t been contaminated with asbestos and all of the other material floating around that passageway you walked down.”
“Oh, my god,” Matt muttered. “I can’t believe this…I’ve never felt so humiliated.”
Traffic control officer…Bronwyn Aldridge
Nineteen-year-old Bronwyn Aldridge was quietly packing away a box of tools when the walkie-talkie clipped to her hip began to crackle and pop. The tall, slim English brunette grabbed the walkie-talkie and quickly held it up to her face.
“Hey, Bronnie, lass,” came the voice of Roisin Connor, Bronwyn’s loud, coarse, confident Irish supervisor. “Get yourself over to the site office, love…I need your help on something.”
“I’m coming, Roisin,” Bronwyn said quietly, and put away the last of the tools.
Hailing from the small, affluent English town of Tunbridge Wells not too far from London, Bronwyn Aldridge was a quiet, shy, sheltered nineteen-year-old whose eyes had been well and truly opened during her very enjoyable post-high school working holiday in Australia.
Working with the naughty, foul-mouthed, hard-partying girls of Stop Right There Traffic Management was always fun, even if Roisin was sometimes shocked by them and what they did, both at work and when they were hanging out afterwards.
An introverted virgin untouched by all except her own hands, Bronwyn had seen things in Australia she’d never witnessed before. Slightly tipsy after three ciders on a wild night out, Bronwyn had watched in utter shock as her supervisor Roisin allowed a drunken New Zealand bloke to perform cunnilingus on her under a table in the busy beachside beer-garden of a popular pub.
When Bronwyn drunkenly revealed to her incredibly beautiful and very promiscuous colleague Belmira Borges that she was in fact a virgin, and had never seen — let alone touched — a man’s penis, the naughty Brazilian grabbed the first cute guy that walked past them in the pub and asked him to pull out his dick.
With a very cheeky smile, the guy stepped into a quiet corner of the pub, unzipped his jeans, and then pulled out his penis, letting it dangle happily in the warm summer air while Belmira and Bronwyn looked down at it with big smiles on their pretty faces.
“Ees big,” Belmira said in her thick accent. “I pick a good one for you, Bronnie.”
The guy let Bronwyn quickly touch his dangling dick, and she ran her fingers hesitantly along its impressive shaft, but shyly stopped short of doing anything more. Belmira patted Bronwyn warmly on the back and rubbed her shoulder soothingly as the helpful and very uninhibited guy zipped up and walked away.
“You touch your first pinto,” Belmira said with a smile. “You nearly a woman now, si?”
Bronwyn’s time working with Stop Right There Traffic Management had indeed been a lot of fun, and though the shy nineteen-year-old had come out of her shell a little and partied harder than she ever had in Tunbridge Wells, the pretty brunette remained a virgin…despite the best efforts of her colleagues to get her laid. Bronwyn Aldridge was just too reserved to really put herself out there just yet.
As Bronwyn approached the site office area, her brown eyes widened, and her thin, pale lips parted with surprise. The pretty brunette opened and closed her eyes to make sure she wasn’t seeing things.
Bronwyn’s supervisor Roisin Connor was holding a backpack and slides in one hand and what looked like a pair of black underpants in the other, and she was talking with a look of intense seriousness on her face…to a naked man.
“Oh, my goodness,” Bronwyn muttered to herself, and kept walking. “What is going on here?”
Bronwyn’s eye was instantly caught by how tall, handsome and incredibly muscular this naked man was, and the pretty brunette instantly thought he might have been a male stripper sent to the construction site as some kind of joke being played on the female traffic control officers.
When Bronwyn looked closer, however, she could see, firstly, that the man looked confused and embarrassed, and secondly, he held his hands over his crotch with what looked like quiet desperation. Bronwyn, meanwhile, probably looked almost as confused and embarrassed as the naked man did.
“Hey, Roisin,” Bronwyn said quietly as she walked into the site office area. “What’s going on?”
“Oh, Bronwyn,” Roisin replied quickly, turning away from the naked man to give her colleague a huge, conspiratorial wink, “Matt here has walked through the exclusion zone…I’m concerned he might be contaminated.”
“Oh, right,” Bronwyn said, trying not to laugh at her supervisor ‘s ridiculous story. “The exclusion zone… that’s bad…that’s right bad, it is.”
“Yes, I know,” Roisin said with a straight face. “It’s very serious… I’m concerned for this lad’s health and safety.”
“Of course,” said the virginal Bronwyn, still stunned to even be in the presence of a naked man…especially at work.
“Now, Bronwyn,” Roisin said, holding the backpack, slides and underpants out toward her younger colleague, “I’ll need you to take these items to the decontamination hub and give them a thorough spray with the screening agent.”
“Yes, sure thing,” Bronwyn said as she took hold of the backpack, slides and underpants, looking down to catch a glimpse of part of the shaft of Matt’s penis, which was still mostly obscured by the handsome young man’s hands.
“While you spray Matt’s backpack, footwear and knickers,” Roisin said with a sly smile, “I’ll give him an initial rinse down with the hose, and then we can all work together to soap Matt up properly and avoid a minor crisis.”
The slyly smiling Roisin Connor gave Bronwyn another huge, conspiratorial wink as the younger girl turned and walked off in the opposite direction clutching Matt’s backpack, slides and knickers.
The pretty brunette was still shocked by the ridiculous story that Roisin had cooked up, obviously designed to get this very handsome guy called Matt out of his jockeys. Decontamination hubs? Screening agent? They would all work together to soap him up???!! Where did Roisin come up with this nonsense?
Clutching Matt’s backpack, slides and knickers, Bronwyn was very happy to head off to the area behind the site office, where she was shrouded in shadow, but could still see what was going on with Roisin, Matt and the large hose that snaked teasingly along the ground of the work site.
Bronwyn gently laid Matt’s backpack, slides and underpants down on a small table alongside the site office, and then pushed herself up against its wall so she could get a sly view of everything that was happening.
Bronwyn watched in fascination from behind the site office as Roisin tried her best to maintain a straight face, even while she was picking up the hose and aiming it right at Matt’s bare torso. Roisin saw a huge smile play across Roisin’s ruby-red lips as she pulled the trigger on the gun-style hose attachment and then sent a big spray of water hurtling toward Matt’s nude body.
Bronwyn gasped as the stream of water hit Matt’s perfectly sculpted chest, and then sluiced down his bare torso like a waterfall crashing over a cliff face. The naked man’s body looked even sexier when it was totally drenched, and Bronwyn couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The shy nineteen-year-old’s sexual experience was extremely limited, and this was unquestionably the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.
“Lift your arms up, lad,” Roisin said, “so I can rinse the lot of ya. Good lad.”
Surprisingly obedient, Matt slowly moved his hands from where they were protecting his crotch and raised his arms, beautifully elongating his biceps and the taut muscles of his bare torso…and finally revealing his penis in its glorious entirety.
Though Bronwyn had only seen (and briefly touched) one man’s penis in the flesh, she had certainly looked at many nude men on the internet, and the shy brunette knew instantly that Matt was big…very, very big, almost freakishly so.
The very curious English virgin watched with delight as the stream of water from the hose hit Matt’s member, making it move and swing, and sexily slicking it down. Bronwyn was astounded at how incredibly hot Matt looked.
“Right, lad,” Roisin said firmly, “lift your willy up so I can rinse off your bollocks.”
Matt grasped his long, ropey dick with his right hand and then lifted it up flat against his incredible six-pack, allowing Roisin to hit his balls with a stream of water, making them jiggle and bounce hilariously. Matt winced with what was obviously mild pain at the impact.
“Okay, lad,” Roisin said after hosing down Matt’s legs and feet, “turn it around for me so I can get your back and bum.”
Matt slowly rotated, his dick swaying cutely, and then Roisin sloshed his back and shoulders with the hose, water running down the hunk’s hotly striated back and over the large birthmark that covered his shoulder. As Bronwyn cooed pleasurably to herself in the shadows of the site office, Bronwyn hosed down Matt’s stony, perfectly shaped butt and sculpted legs.
“Matt, I’m gonna have to ask you now to bend over and spread your arse cheeks,” Roisin said. “We have to be thorough, lad.”
“Are you serious?” Matt asked over his shoulder. “Spread my cheeks?”
“Sorry, lad, yes,” Roisin responded. “We don’t want the contaminate to enter your body through any orifices. This is for your own safety, Matt.”
“God, this is embarrassing,” Matt muttered, and Bronwyn couldn’t help giggling at the hapless hunk’s humiliation…even though she felt bad about it.
Her mouth agape, Bronwyn watched as Matt then bent over, placed a hand on each smooth, chiseled butt-cheek, and then gently pried them apart, revealing a completely hair-free arse-crack and a cute, pink, puckered little butt-hole. Bronwyn almost sighed with the realisation that Matt was just about perfect all over.
Roisin took a couple of steps closer to Matt, and then shot a solid stream from the hose directly between his cheeks and into his exposed anus, almost sodomising the bent-over hunk with the powerful surge of water.
Bronwyn heard Matt groan loudly as the water hit him and then actually entered him. Roisin let the water slam into Matt’s butt-hole for a little while longer than Bronwyn thought was necessary, and then finally released the trigger on the gun-style attachment.
“Alright, lad…you’re all rinsed,” Roisin said with a sly smile.
Matt stood up and slowly turned around, once again exposing his wet, muscular body and huge penis. Bronwyn looked him up and down again and again, almost trying to burn the image of the naked hunk into her brain for future reference. What a truly stunning sight Matt was…Bronwyn gulped with arousal and delighted appreciation.
“Okay, Matt,” Roisin said cheerfully, “I’m gonna get the girls in to help me soap you up and hopefully decontaminate you completely.”
“Oh, come on,” Matt muttered, and Bronwyn shivered with pure excitement.
Bronwyn then watched as Matt stood dripping deliriously, sexily wet, and Roisin stared at him for a few long moments before the traffic control supervisor dropped the hose, wiped her brow with the back of her long-nailed hand, and reached for the walkie-talkie clipped to her waist.
Traffic control officer…Aileen Meikle
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” traffic control officer Aileen Meikle grumbled on the other side of the work site when she heard her walkie-talkie crackle on her big, rounded hip.
Leaning casually on her stop-and-slow sign with no cars in sight, Aileen was just about to slyly crack open a Violet Crumble bar for an afternoon snack, and now she was being summoned by her bossy Irish supervisor Roisin Connor.
“Hey, Aileen,” came Roisin’s thickly accented voice over the walkie-talkie, “can you grab four of those clean sponges from the cleaning cart? The ones they use to wash the vehicles? And bring them to the site office area with some detergent and a bucket?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Aileen grumbled, still pissed off about being interrupted before her snack, “but what the fuck for, lassie? I’m not washing any fucking cars today…no fucking way.”
“Oh, they’re not for washing cars,” Roisin responded. “Don’t worry, Aileen… you’ll be pretty happy when you get here, trust me.”
“Okay, I’m on my way, love,” Aileen said. “You’ve got me fuckin’ intrigued, lass.”
Big, bawdy, blowsy, huge-breasted, red-headed 26-year-old Scottish traffic control officer Aileen Meikle liked working the stop-and-slow sign. Every day was different, and though the lasses she worked with all annoyed her in various ways, Aileen still really liked them. They had a fun time drinking after work, and even while they were on shift, they always had a good laugh, especially about any lads that happened by during the day.
Aileen Meikle probably liked lads and sex even more than her frequently horny colleagues. Because she was so overweight, however, Aileen had to work much harder to get laid. While some lads actually liked a bigger girl, most unfortunately did not.
While Belmira Borges — with her sexy South American accent, amazing body, dark skin, and cool tattoos — had to fight the lads off, Aileen had long mastered the art of banter as her primary weapon to get the fellas into bed.
Aileen Meikle cracked jokes while blonde, busty beauty Roisin Connor fluttered her fake eyelashes, twirled her perfectly styled hair, jiggled her big tits, and got her waxed fanny licked whenever she wanted and by whomever she wanted.
Even shy, quiet Bronwyn Aldridge always had blokes sniffing around her when the girls were all out at the pub, which didn’t matter for shit, because the uptight little nineteen-year-old virgin always knocked them back, even if they were fit lads who were right up for it.
Aileen, meanwhile, had to joke around with a lad for hours, and slyly rub her huge tits against his arms and back, or drop her hand onto his thigh, to stoke up any interest. Even then, the big, massively curvy redhead usually had to push her cause, and assure the lad it would be okay for him to fuck her.
“I know I’m a big lass,” Aileen would often say, “but I won’t hurt you, and I’ll suck you like no other lass has sucked you before…long and hard and deep until there’s not a lick of juice left in your bollocks.”
Aileen had successfully gotten a lot of lads into bed with that line, and most of them had left satisfied once the bawdy Scottish redhead was done with them. Despite her big, fleshy, cumbersome frame, Aileen was energetic and highly involved when it came to sex, and she had worked and studied hard (yes, studied) to perfect her oral technique, which made her very popular with her various lovers.
Aileen rather immodestly reckoned she gave better head than all her colleagues on the work site. The big redhead also guiltily admitted to herself that she would happily accept the run-off when it came to lads, eagerly taking on the discarded cock that her colleagues had brushed away.
Unfortunately for Aileen, she really liked fit, gym-toned lads, and these weren’t usually the type of bloke that were turned on by bigger girls like her. Aileen was always happy to make do with other types of cock, but she longed to have a hot, shredded fella in her bed…preferably with a big willy, though that was hardly a deal-breaker.
Grumbling and moaning to herself the whole time, Aileen Meikle dropped her stop-and-slow sign, and then grabbed a bucket, four wrapped wash sponges, and a bottle of detergent from the cleaning cart, and headed over to the other side of the work site.
With the lads all gone for the day, the vehicles parked, everything packed away, and the barriers all properly positioned, Roisin Connor had obviously deemed it safe for them to cease traffic control, which made Aileen Meikle very fucking happy indeed.
The big, fleshy redhead was covered from head to toe in sweat, and her tight, orange-and-navy-blue high-visibility work wear was starting to itch and bother her. Because she was so big, Aileen found it hard to find a well-fitting uniform. The cheeky Edinburgh girl couldn’t wait to strip it off when she got home, as always, and lie around in her knickers and bra.
Walking clumsily through the work site with her thick arms full and her hard-hat askew on her curly red hair, Aileen finally made it to the site office area, and almost dropped her bundle of cleaning goods in shock at what she saw.
Next to the site office were Roisin, Belmira and Bronwyn…and they were standing in a semi-circle around a man…a hot, tall, totally ripped naked man…with what looked like a fucking huge cock. What the fuck was going on? What was this?
Finally, after the image had sunk in, Aileen walked right up to the other girls with a curious smile on her broad, fleshy face. Aileen dropped the bucket and sponges on the ground, and then turned to face the naked man, drinking in the stunning vision of his fully exposed, rigid muscularity…and the stunning sight of his incredible cock, which was partially hidden by his hands, but clearly hung almost down to his knees.
“Who the hell is this strapping young lad?” Aileen asked. “Is he our entertainment for the afternoon? What’s going on?”
“No,” Roisin replied and gave Aileen her now customary conspiratorial wink. “This is Matt…he approached the site, and Belmira very unfortunately sent him through the exclusion zone. He may have been contaminated…you know that’s a problem.”
“Oh, okay,” Aileen said, catching on immediately with Roisin’s prank. “That’s bad…yeah, very bad. Are we gonna, ah, follow protocol?”
“Yes…yes, indeed,” Roisin said gravely. “Ladies, I need you to each grab a sponge and unwrap it. Then we are going to work together to decontaminate this young man. We need every part of his body washed down with soapy water.”
“Oh, my god,” Matt muttered. “This is insane.”
“It’s for your own safety,” Roisin said quickly.
“Okay, let’s do it,” Aileen said with a smile, working hard not to laugh and shatter the illusion of Roisin’s hilarious set-up. “Let’s get this sorted.”
Once the four women had each grabbed a sponge, Roisin squirted some detergent into the now empty bucket, and then filled it with water from the hose. As they waited, Aileen shot constant glances at the incredibly fit naked man standing in front of them. He was amazingly hot, and Aileen was very, very excited.
The man called Matt stood around sheepishly during this whole process, his body dripping with water, and his hands held rather pathetically in front of his crotch, not even bothering to actually cover his cock.
The four female traffic control officers all shot knowing looks at each other, obviously delightfully surprised that Roisin’s naughty little game had actually succeeded in going this far.
Bossy Roisin Connor sometimes gave lazy-as-fuck Aileen Meikle the shits, but on this day, with this hot guy stripped of all his clothes on their work site, the blowsy redhead could have kissed her ingeniously sneaky supervisor in thanks. Aileen also felt very warmly about her colleagues, who had all successfully managed to make this sexy ruse a reality.
“Okay, ladies,” Roisin said and shut off the hose, “drop your sponges in the bucket, get them soaped up, and then we’ll get this lad safely cleaned up and on his way.”
“Gracias, Roisin,” Belmira said in her irritatingly sexy accent, “we will make sure Matt is cleaned completely. Let’s go, si?”
“Okay, Matt,” Roisin said in the hilariously official sounding voice she’d been putting on, “can you place your hands behind your head so we have full access to your body?”
“For God’s sake,” Matt mumbled and placed his hands behind his head, which made his huge biceps bulge even more impressively.
Aileen drank in Matt’s nudity, paying special attention to his cock and balls, but maintaining a serious facade, just like the other girls. Desperate to kick it off, Aileen moved to the bucket, dunked her sponge, and then headed straight over to Matt. The big Scottish redhead slapped her wet, soapy sponge on Matt’s rock-hard chest, and it felt as if she’d put her hand up against a brick wall.
With a slight smile, Aileen slid and pressed the sponge all over Matt’s bare torso, completely covering him in a white, fluffy mess of foam. As Aileen concentrated on Matt’s torso, the other girls dunked their sponges and surrounded the naked Aussie hunk. Roisin went to work on Matt’s muscled back, while Belmira and Bronwyn bent down and lathered up the front and back of his legs, covering his ripped thighs and calves in soapy foam.
Roisin then moved cheekily to Matt’s head, rubbing her soapy sponge all over his hair until it too was run through with white, fluffy foam. Aileen smiled at how utterly ridiculous Matt looked.
The girls all snuck glances at each other as they soaped Matt down like they were at a car wash and he was a prize Ferrari. They were all smiling, but also wore slightly hesitant looks on their pretty faces too…as if they were all thinking the same thing.
Who would go for Matt’s big cock first? Roisin had concocted this whole naughty game, but Aileen was by far the loudest and most bawdy of all the girls. She was the one who never hesitated in going after what she wanted. Aileen could sense the other girls looking to her to get it started.
The big Scottish redhead smiled slightly, and then slid her wet, soapy sponge down Matt’s incredible six-pack, through his hilariously man-scaped little pubic patch, and then onto his big flaccid cock. Matt groaned with obvious pleasure.
“We have to wash this too,” Aileen said in a flat, professional tone. “The contaminate may have penetrated the fabric of your underwear.”
“Oh, okay,” Matt responded somewhat breathlessly. “I understand.”
“We’ll have to do your bollocks too,” Aileen added, “but we’ll be careful.”
Aileen wrapped the sponge around Matt’s cock, gripped it gently, and then slowly slid it back and forth. Matt moaned, and Aileen looked over the hunk’s shoulder to see Roisin enthusiastically soaping up his taut butt cheeks.
Aileen gripped Matt’s cock even tighter with her sponge, and then pumped her fist slowly backward, watching with perverse fascination as Matt’s foreskin rolled back over his shaft to reveal his purple cock-head, which the Scottish redhead could see poking out hilariously from all the soap suds.
Smiling to herself, Aileen pumped the sponge up and down the length of Matt’s cock until she saw it stiffen and engorge. After just a few strokes, the obviously easily aroused Matt was fully, startlingly erect, the feel of his cock big and firm in Aileen’s expert hand, even through the thick sponge.
“Would you like some help with his bollocks?” Bronwyn asked quietly. “Just so we can send him on his way and let the lad get back to his day?”
“Yeah, sure, love,” Aileen said. “Soap up those bollocks.”
As Aileen stroked Matt’s stone-firm, soap lathered cock back and forth, Bronwyn reached under it and then cupped the Aussie hunk’s ball-bag with the sponge. When he responded with a light groan, Bronwyn knew Matt had no problem being felt up by a group of horny women.
Belmira, meanwhile, really worked Matt’s butt with her soapy sponge, lathering up his perfectly shaped arse, and even pushing the dripping wet sponge right into Matt’s anus, as if trying to penetrate him with it. This prompted another embarrassing moan from Matt, who was getting really carried away.
While Aileen carefully jerked Matt’s big, hard, wet cock back and forth with her sponge, and Bronwyn worked hers around the Aussie hunk’s amusingly hairless ball-bag, Belmira and Roisin rubbed their sponges all over Matt’s torso, back and butt, seemingly content to allow the two less sexually successful girls of the group better access to Matt’s outsized genitals.
A quivering mess of twitching, moaning manhood partially hidden beneath a growing mass of frothy white soap foam, Matt bucked his hips ever so slightly against Aileen’s hand. The big Scottish redhead could feel Matt upping his arousal levels, and she was certain he was a willing victim in all of this.
“We’re nearly done, lad,” Aileen said quietly. “You’re nearly all clean and safe…then you can get back out there.”
“Ah…okay,” Matt stuttered while Aileen stroked his cock. “If that’s protocol.”
“Oh, this is all protocol, lad,” Aileen said, and she heard Roisin stop herself laughing. “We’re nearly there…nearly done.”
Aileen stroked Matt’s cock with a little more vigour, upping the speed and tightening her grip so she was really squeezing the Aussie hunk’s manhood, and making him feel it. Aileen was loving every moment of it.
Right at that point, Aileen felt Matt jump a little, and then wince and moan, accompanied by a quiet giggle from Belmira. Aileen suspected that the naughty Brazilian had stuck her finger up Matt’s vulnerable, exposed butt-hole through her sponge…they were really giving him the treatment.
“Oh, my God,” Matt muttered quietly, “what are you girls doing to me?”
“Just giving you a wash,” Aileen replied, jerking furiously on Matt’s soapy cock. “Decontaminating you…all of you.”
As Aileen tugged on his cock, Bronwyn played with his balls, Belmira fingered his arsehole, and Roisin felt him up through her big sponge, Matt shook, shuddered and moaned with growing force, all of his bulging muscles tightening.
“Aaaargh,” Matt groaned, and Aileen felt his body convulse. “Oh, fuck…”
The big Scottish redhead continued to jerk Matt off, looking him hilariously in the eye. After a few moments, Aileen finally looked down to see semen squirting from Matt’s cock and through the soapy lather that covered it. Matt’s jism flopped into the wad of soapy froth that had settled on the ground beneath him.
The girls all laughed at Matt’s humiliating case of premature ejaculation, with his cock erupting in just a few short minutes. The Aussie hunk’s body relaxed post-orgasm, and slumped downward. Matt’s big, soapy cock dangled half-erect between his muscular thighs, and he finally dropped his hands from behind his head and let them settle at his sides.
As Matt sucked in deep breath after deep breath, the girls threw their wet sponges back into the bucket, not taking their eyes off the nude Aussie hunk for a second, taking in the incredible contours of his body from head to toe.
After a few moments, Roisin picked up the hose. With no warning, the beautiful blonde turned on the water, and then hit Matt with it, rinsing off all the frothy soap from his bare torso. The Aussie hunk winced and tried to protect himself from the obviously cold water.
As Aileen, Bronwyn and Belmira watched on with great satisfaction, Roisin wholeheartedly sprayed Matt’s impressive nude body with the hose, taking only a minute or two to wash the soap from his body and get him back to his foreboding, studly best. Matt moved ever so slightly with the pressure of the water, his big cock and balls flopping and flying all over the place.
“There you go, lad,” Roisin said cheerfully. “You’re all cleaned up. I’m sorry we had to do this to you…but there was no other way around it.”
With the four traffic control girls slyly giggling to each other, Roisin went to fetch Matt’s backpack, slides and underpants from the side of the site office, and then brought them back for him. The Aussie hunk gave her a sweet smile and held out his hand, which Roisin immediately filled with his belongings.
“Alright, lad,” Roisin said, “you’re all done.”
Matt stood with his hands at his sides and balled into fists, which made his biceps bulge and all of the muscles of his bare torso strain and pop. Aileen looked at the Aussie hunk in awe, water dripping off his powerful frame, his still partly engorged cock hanging low, and a look of curious self-satisfaction on his ridiculously handsome face.
With all four traffic control officers still watching him intently, Matt slid his black boxers up over his wet legs and then pulled them into place, his massive package once again modestly tucked away.
“Okay, Matt, you can leave through there,” Roisin said and pointed to the barrier-lined passageway behind the site office. “We’re very sorry for allowing you through the exclusion zone.”
“Ees my fault,” Belmira added quickly. “Desculpa…I am sorry, Matt…I no think straight when you walk up in your calcinhas. I am sorry. Please forgive me, si?”
“It’s okay,” Matt said, and then backed away toward the passageway exit, still facing the four traffic control officers. “Everyone makes mistakes. I won’t hold it against any of you.”
“Thanks, lad,” Roisin said. “We appreciate that indeed.”
“At least you’ve had your wash for the day,” Aileen added with a smile, sweat dripping down her round, pretty face.
“I’ve had my something else for the day too,” Matt said with quite possibly the cheekiest look Aileen had ever seen.
Matt stared the big Scottish redhead right in the eye as he said it, and then turned around to leave. As Matt walked off, his muscular body wet and clad in just his dick-hugging underpants, the girls all checked out his tight butt, waited a couple of moments until he’d gone, and then all burst into utterly hysterical laughter, doubled over in their high-vis work wear, their hard-hats slipping and sliding on their pretty heads.
Aileen Meikle looked over at Roisin Connor, and through watery, tears-of-laughter-filled-eyes, winked at her ingenious supervisor and frequent drinking partner for what was quite possibly the greatest, naughtiest, sexiest, dirtiest prank ever pulled…though something told Aileen there very well may have been a prank pulled on her and her fellow traffic control officers too.
The muscled-up — and very satisfied — male exhibitionist…Matt
As I left the work site, and crossed the road onto a quiet beachside suburban street, I heard the unmistakable sound of the four female traffic control officers breaking out into raucous laughter.
My body was still wet, and my fitted boxers clung uncomfortably to my slicked down butt. My cock was still sticky with jizz, and I probably looked like a total mess, but I didn’t give a shit. The sound of the girls’ laughter was like music to my ears. They’d obviously had a great time, and so had I.
The four pretty traffic control officers were likely laughing at what they thought was my gullibility and stupidity, but I’d fared even better than these girls who thought they’d just played an unsuspecting guy for a dupe and a sucker.
I love being ridiculed and objectified by women, and I’d just tricked four sexy girls into feeling me up and giving me a hand-job. There was no doubt about it…despite what they might have thought, I was the winner in this sexy little game.
Thanks for reading! For more April Fool’s Day shenanigans, check out my 2023 contest entries “Oz Beach Boy Teased By Bus Teen” and “Oz Beach Boy’s Wet Vengeance”, and 2024’s “Oz Beach Boy…Zapped!” To read about Matt’s sexy fling with Brazilian traffic controllers Ana, Fernanda and Adriana, take a look at my stories “Oz Beach Boy Taps 2 Brazilian Girls”, “Oz Beach Boy Meets Brazilian Boss” and “Oz Beach Boy Nudes Up for Neighbors.”