This story is a pure fantasy, based on real characters. I am the manager of a warehouse, where we hire temporary summer help. They are typically college and high school students who are on summer break. It is my job to interview, hire, and supervise the part time stock workers. Although I try to hire the most qualified workers, it does not hurt for them to be good looking with nice bodies, as well.
I was in my mid thirties at the time of this story. I consider myself to be a masculine and straight acting, but I do not pretend to have a girlfriend; and so the workers can usually figure out that I am probably gay, but no one talks about the issue. I do not come on to the young workers, but I do look at them, and have intense jerk off sessions in bed at night, thinking about the cuter of the teen stock boys.
That March, I had hired Ralph to work part time around his college schedule. Ralph was one of the less attractive boys, to me. (See, I told you that I don't only hire the guys for their looks.) He is Italian, nineteen, with acne and a wispy little mustache. He is about five feet, nine inches tall, and probably weighs around one hundred sixty-five pounds. Ralph is not ugly, but not someone that I gave a second thought about sexually. My favorite sexual act is to give head to young straight or bi guys. But I am kind of picky about the guys who I like to suck off, and Ralph did not ever enter my sexual fantasies. I would be very surprised several months later, when Ralph played a key role in one of my most intense sexual experiences.
Ralph stayed on the job, and worked full time during the summer. I had recently hired two other young fellows. One's name was Steve, and Steve was totally my type. He was seventeen at the time of his interview. He was a senior in high school, and came into my office after school. He was wearing faded jeans and a white tee shirt. Steve had a bright white smile, and a firm hand shake. He seemed to be a very confident young man. He was also a very attractive young man, about six-one, and weighed around one hundred eight five solid pounds. He is also Italian, with very curly brown hair. Steve has a ruddy complexion, part boy and part man, as I could see the beginnings of darker whiskers on his otherwise smooth boyish face.
He was animated in his manner of speech and readily smiled in a friendly way. His charm caused me to smile too. As he answered my very general questions, my eyes roved down his solid chest to his trim waist, and to his tight jeans, showing a very nice bulge in the soft denim of his crotch. I quickly averted my eyes when I realized that I was staring, but as my eyes returned to his face, I could see him looking at me, as if to ask what the hell I was looking at. Obviously a boy as good looking as Steve was, had been stared at by men before.
I regained my composure and concluded the interview. I told Steve that he was hired and could start the following Monday, which was his first day of summer recess. He grinned again, reached out to shake my hand and thanked me very much. I hoped that he had not really noticed that I had been checking him out, as I shook his hand, and told him what time to report to work on Monday. As he turned around to leave my office, I saw an equally fine ass in those soft denim jeans.
That weekend I jerked my dick many times, thinking about pulling down those jeans, and burying my face in that tight teen aged ass crack. I bet that his young butt tasted good, and I also pictured that bulge in the front of his jeans naked and in full arousal. And I of course devoured his big Italian sausage, until he fed me gobs and gobs of str8 teen cum. I looked forward to, and also dreaded him working with me all summer long. Little did I know what would actually happen.
I am pretty good friends with a twenty-two year old girl named Lynn working in the office. She had eaten lunch with Steve and Ralph a few times, and told me some interesting things. She said that Ralph, (the pimply faced boy) was always talking about me to the other employees. He told everyone that I was a faggot, and that he over heard me on the telephone with my boyfriend. This was a lie, as I did not have a boyfriend, and did not talk to any of my gay friends on the phone at work in any manner that could lead anyone to think that I was talking to my boyfriend. I asked Lynn what Steve had to say about it. She told me that Steve just laughed along with Ralph.
A few days later, Ralph and I were checking a delivery together, and he started to tell me about his previous boss. He said that the manager of the fast food restaurant that he had worked in, was gay, and that he had made a pass at Ralph. He asked me what I thought about that. I felt that he was setting me up for something, and that he would twist this conversation, and tell the other guys that I tried to grab his dick or something. So I just told him that that the manager was wrong to do that, as people should not try to impose their values on others, unless the other person showed interest. He surprisingly let the subject drop. But I knew that he was testing me.
This created a rather uncomfortable situation for me, but I knew that the summer would end and this crew would be gone, to go back to school. I continued to lust after Steve, but tried not to be obvious in my looks towards him. But I know that he could tell, and I got further reports that Ralph continued to ridicule me behind my back. The night that all hell broke loose came in mid August, a week before the summer help was to be laid off. We had a company softball game against another business in the area. It was a hot steamy August afternoon. We closed the warehouse early and all went to the softball field.
The guys on both teams brought beer, and a lot of drinking went on throughout the game. Some of the guys removed their shirts in the late afternoon August sun. Ralph kept his tee shirt on, but Steve at first unbuttoned his baseball jersey, giving me my first glimpse at his bare chest and stomach. I could see a very tight, smooth body through the open flaps of his jersey. Upon more gazing, I could see a small patch of black hair in the center of his chest, and a small tuft near his navel, with a thin line of hair going down into his pants. After a couple of innings, he removed his shirt completely. I could not concentrate on playing softball. I wanted Steve, badly. And he knew it too.
As the game progressed I saw the thick black hair in his armpits, and I saw the bulge in his crotch as he ran around the bases, and in the field playing shortstop. After the game ended, we finished up the beer. I had lost track of Steve, as I was talking with other people, when I noticed Ralph and Steve sitting off to the side in the bleachers, laughing and drinking their beer. I saw them look towards me, and Ralph kind of waved to me. I finished my conversation and walked over to the somewhat drunk boys.
Ralph had a very knowing grin on his face as I approached the bleachers. Steve still had his shirt off and he was leaning back against the row of bleachers behind him, with his muscular arms behind his head, exposing the black hair of his sweaty pits. I could smell the very masculine, and to me intoxicating odor coming from his young body. I was becoming lost in lust, being this near to a sweaty, bare chested and possibly available Steve. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, as I noticed the sweat dripping off his chest and down his sides. I greeted the two guys, and asked what was up. Why did Ralph beckon me over?
Ralph looked over at Steve with a sly grin, and then looked back at me. He hemmed and hawed in a comical manner, and Steve laughed out loud. Finally Ralph spoke.
" Hey Mike. You are a pretty descent boss to work for, but Steve and me wanted to ask you a question. " I didn't say anything, but I felt a fear in the pit of my stomach, but I also felt a stirring in my groin, as I waited for Ralph to continue. He again looked to Steve, and they both started laughing again. I wanted to know what was going on. Ralph looked toward Steve and said,
"You ask him Steve." "No way man," Steve answered. "This whole thing is your idea."
"O.K.," Ralph finally said, as he looked at me. "Me and Steve notice how you look at us guys, and we wanted to know if you are gay?". I sort of expected this question, but was still caught unprepared in how to respond.
All I could say was, "Why do you want to know?". Ralph's knowing grin of before had now turned into a rather sadistic grin as he looked down at me.
"Well, because Steve and me have a little proposition for you," Ralph answered.
"Go on," I said.
"You see Mike. We need to make some extra money, and I was telling Steve that I had heard that some fags like to pay young guys like us to give us head." Ralph then grabbed his crotch and looked back at me with a very confident look.
As I mentioned earlier, I was not attracted to Ralph, but I was very into Steve, and they seemed to be a team, so I took the next step.
"How much are you guys looking for? I asked. Instead of answering me, Ralph totally ignored me and turned to talk to Steve.
"You see. You see. I told you so, He is a fag, and we are going to make some money." They continued to ignore me as they slapped hands and gave high five's as if Ralph had just hit a game winning home run. They finished off their beer and Ralph looked at me.
"Fifty each to suck us off. We're not fags, but we talked about it. We need the cash and you look hungry for dick." With that both Steve and Ralph broke out in laughter. They were having fun calling their boss all of the names that were said about me behind my back. I would have been happier paying the full hundred to Steve and leaving Ralph out of it, but I could see that this was Ralph's plan. And it would have to be both of them. I could not pass up the chance to suck Steve's cock, and so I agreed. They guys told me to drive them to Ralph's apartment building, where he lived with his family. I asked if we would be alone, and Ralph told me in a very teasing manner not to worry about anything. He and Steve would tell me what to do.
"I am the boss now Mike," Ralph said. I tell you what to do. Ralph was enjoying this dominant role over me, and I was totally into living out my fantasy of serving two of my young str8 workers. At the same time. I wondered if they would be watching me suck each other? Or if we would go to a private room for the blow jobs. These eighteen and nineteen year old boys were my masters now and I was enjoying being at their beck and call. They made me stop at a convenience store and buy more beer on the way. I parked my car on Ralph's block, and they walked out ahead of me, telling me to carry the beer. I followed them down the street. They turned into an alley and I followed. This did not seem to be the entrance to the apartment building. I tried to ask where we were going, but Ralph put his finger to his lips and told me to be quiet and just follow them. I could not back down now, and I obediently followed.
They walked to the end of the alley that was adjacent to the apartment building. There were steps going down in the back of the alley. I reached the top of the steps and saw the guys opening a door and walking in. I followed into the basement storage room. It was dark until Ralph pulled a switch and a single light bulb went on in what was a dark dirty cellar. Ralph said that he had once brought a girl here and she had given him head, so he figured it was a good place to have a faggot do the same. He told me to hand them the beer. He closed the latch on the door, so no one would surprise us. They both drank their beer without offering me any. Then Ralph turned to me and said.
"If you want to go through with this, you have to obey everything we tell you to do. And I mean everything. Understand faggot?"
"Yes," I said. Ralph said, "Yes, what?" I knew what he meant."Yes sir," I replied.
"That's better. Now strip naked faggot." I was stunned. I had no intention of taking my clothes off.
"I don't understand. I only want to suck dick. Why should I take off my clothes?"
"Because I said so, faggot," Ralph replied. "Remember who's boss now, queer boy? Strip now faggot or we call the whole thing off."
I weighed my options and knew that sadistic Ralph had planned this and was taking every opportunity to thoroughly humiliate me. And I had very submissive fantasies, regarding young straight guys, and so I knew that this scenario had to be played out. I was not in top physical condition and was embarrassed as I removed my T-shirt, showing my naked upper body. I go to the gym and was okay for my age, but I was embarrassed to show my body to Ralph and Steve. I stood there holding my tee shirt in my hand when Ralph grinned at me and said.
"Throw your shirt in on the floor and keep stripping." I knew that the floor was dirty but decided that my washing machine would clean it and I could feel my cock hardening in my jeans. Then Steve spoke for one of the first times.
"You keep looking at our dicks at work all day. It's time for you to strip and show us your dick before you suck ours." I opened my fly and began to remove the belt buckle when Ralph stopped me.
"Don't be stupid faggot," Ralph said to me. "How can you take your pants off with your shoes still on?" Steve laughed. I reached down to unlace my sneakers and kicked them off. I looked up at them and Steve said, "Now the pants, asshole. Do we have to tell you how to take your clothes off? Hurry, hurry," he laughed.
I quickly took my jeans off and slipped them over my feet, I set them down on the concrete floor near my tee shirt and sneakers. I now stood there wearing only my socks and jockey shorts. My dick was not fully hard, but definitely stirring. I just stood there waiting for my next order. Ralph walked over to me and got right up in my face. I could smell the beer on his breath as he pursed his lips to mimic a lisping faggot. "Come on now sweetie. Be a good girl and take off your little panties."
Both boys laughed as I reached down to the waistband of my jockey shorts. I took a deep breath and as if having to jump in the cold ocean, I decided to dive right in and just pulled them down to my ankles and then slipped them off, and stood there naked, except for my socks on the dirty floor of the basement. And my cock started to rise. Ralph of course, noticed and pointed it out to Steve. My face turned red, but my dick stood up to it's full six inches and was bobbing in excitement.
"What a faggot," Ralph said. I stood there with my hands at my sides and my erection bobbing in front of me, waiting for the sex to begin. But instead, they each opened fresh beers as I stood there naked and shamefully erect, with these two str8 teenagers still fully dressed, drinking their beer and for the time being ignoring me.
After a few minutes, Ralph again walked over to me and he put his face up close to mine. Despite his acne, I thought that he was not a bad looking guy. Ralph got real close like he was going to kiss me, when he backed off and let out a loud wet burp right in my face. I could smell the beer and even felt my face get wet from his spittle, but I stood there and accepted the humiliation. Steve watched and grinned. Ralph stepped back a couple of paces and looked down at my naked body.
"You go to the gym all the time faggot. You should be in better shape. You got flabby titties," he said as he reached out and pinched my right nipple. I yelled out that it hurt. He laughed and said, "I can squeeze my girl's titties if I want, right girl?". "Yes, sir," I answered. Both boys were laughing and drinking and having a good time at my expense. Ralph then walked over to me and looked at my hard cock. He took his forefinger and pushed it back against his thumb, and thrust his finger into my hard dick, as if he was shooting bottle caps.
"Ouch!", I yelled out. "You are hurting me." Ralph looked down at my hard cock with a derisive look.
"Then, why is your faggot little dick still hard, if I am hurting you?" I had no answer and hung my head down toward the floor as Ralph kept flicking his finger on my cock. It remained hard and was bouncing up and down when I felt some pre cum forming and leaking out of my dick head. I was very excited by this situation, when Ralph spoke again.
"Now get down on your hands and knees and crawl over to Steve," Ralph ordered. He continued, "Everyone knows that you are hot for Steve. You are such an obvious faggot. Well, now you can crawl over to the boy of your dreams, faggot."
I got down on the dirty floor and began to crawl towards Steve, when I felt Ralph take his hand and slap my ass very hard. I let out a yell, and both boys were hysterically laughing. Ralph told me to move faster or he would keep slapping me. I moved more quickly and found myself right in front of beautiful Steve. My face was at crotch level as I looked up at his naked upper body and could smell his body odor and the distinctive smell of a young man's crotch. My dick remained as hard as it had ever been. I looked up and could see shirtless Steve looking down at me, naked on my knees on the dirty cellar floor.
"Suck my cock you motherfuckin faggot." Steve ordered. I reached up to unfasten his pants. His hard stomach brushed against my fingers as I opened the snap on his pants. I pulled his zipper down and could see the outline of Steve's still soft cock. I pulled the pants down and tried to pull them all the way off, when Steve spoke.
"They're down far enough for you to blow me." I then lowered his boxers and was surprised to see how hairy Steve's crotch was. Much like his armpits, there was a thick bush around his eighteen year old cock. And what a cock it was. Must have been six inches in it's soft state. I took his cock in my mouth and could smell his masculine young scent. Sweaty balls and teenage funk on his dick made me forget my uncomfortable position, naked on the concrete floor of the storage basement.
Ralph stood silently a few feet away, but was watching intently as I took Steve's cock in my mouth. I sucked it all the way back in my mouth and could feel the teen's cock hardening in my mouth. I felt it throb and expand until I had to take my mouth off and I examined the young Italian's hard cock for the first time. It was about eight thick inches, and I bet that some young pussies had been stretched out to accommodate handsome young Steve's monster dick. I grabbed onto the back of Steve's thighs, as I got ready for some serious dick sucking.
I bobbed up and down and attempted to take Steve's big dick down my throat, but it was way too big. I used my left hand to jack his cock while I sucked as much as I could down. Steve was enjoying the blow job. He started to curse under his breath, and I could hear him as he thrust his hard cock in and out of my mouth.
"Suck my cock," he moaned. "Suck it, you mother fuckin' faggot. Suck my dick bitch. Suck my dick." His constant stream of curses and his throbbing cock in my throat made my own naked dick harder. I reached down and started to jerk off, when I felt a hand slap mine away. Ralph had been watching me and made me stop jerking off. I felt like a little kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Steve was getting closer and closer to shooting. I felt his hands grab the back of my head and he forced his big dick down my throat. I began to gag, but he wouldn't let up. I was getting used to him when I tasted the first blast of cum in my mouth.
"Take it, take it, take it," Steve chanted, as his cum started to shoot. He started moaning and cursing as I could feel his hot thick cum filling my mouth, and running down my chin. I could not swallow until he pulled his big dick back a bit, and I gladly took the pungent load down my throat. I licked the post orgasm cum that formed on his penis when Steve pushed me away, and began to pull up his pants.
I had fallen down, when Steve roughly pushed me back, and I was now lying on my side on the dirty cellar floor. I tried to get up when Ralph walked over and used his sneaker covered foot to push my chest back down, so I was now laying flat on my back, with my cock as hard as ever. Ralph stood over me, sneering at me with his dirty sneaker pressing against my chest, when he told me.
"Jerk your little cock. Show us what you look like when you are jacking that little pecker, thinking about giving us blow jobs." I did not try to argue and reached my right hand around Ralph's foot which was now lightly pressing my chest. I began to jerk myself, when Ralph took his foot off my chest and walked in between my legs. He moved my thighs apart, with his foot and now had his sneaker pressing against my balls. He was caressing my balls with his sneaker. And it was making me more excited, as I continued jerking off.
"Don't cum, faggot," Ralph ordered. I was getting very close and quickly released my cock. "It is time for you to suck my dick now," Ralph told me.
Ralph then said, "One dick down, one to go faggot." I would have been willing to pay he full hundred and just go, but I saw that Ralph's dick was hard in his sweatpants. He must have gotten excited watching me blow Steve. Ralph wanted to be sucked off too. But he wanted more than just a blow job. He got off on humiliating me.
"Stand up now faggot," Ralph ordered. I stood naked and hard, with Steve's cum still dripping from my mouth in front of my stock boys. I wondered how I could face them at work the next day. Thank God they only had a week and a half to go, before leaving. "Look at the faggot's little dick," Ralph said. "He really loves sucking cock, And he really ate all your cum. That is totally disgusting and sick. How low will you go faggot?" he mocked me.
I did not answer, but stood there waiting. Ralph then spoke.
"Come over to me now, and suck me off." I waited to be told if I should crawl, and I decided to just do it, I got on my hands and knees and crawled over to Ralph. Both boys were amused by my show of obedience and submissiveness. Ralph was standing a few feet from the now dressed Steve. He had even put his baseball shirt back on in the cooler, musky smelling basement.
I reached up to open Ralph's sweat pants, but he had something else in mind. He did not say anything, but with that superior smirk of his, he removed my hands from his waist, and he pushed my shoulders down until my face was down on the ground.
"Kiss my feet first, faggot," Ralph barked out at me. I had had enough.
"I am not kissing your feet Ralph," I bravely said. "I will pay you both, but I am ready to leave.
"Your cock is still hard," Ralph pointed out derisively.
"I don't care," I said. I am leaving. Ralph turned toward Steve.
"Grab his clothes, Steve," Ralph told his friend. Steve quickly ran over and grabbed my jeans, jockey shorts and shirt, leaving me naked with only my sneakers remaining on the floor.
"Steve, you hold on to the faggot's clothes. If he does not do as we say, we will leave with his clothes and his wallet, too," Ralph announced. I knew that I had no choice and bowed my head down again.
"Now kiss my sneaker, faggot," Ralph once again ordered. I put my head down and licked the top of Ralph's running shoe. I continued to lick the relatively clean top of the sneaker, when Ralph lifted his foot and put the bottom of his sneaker against my lips.
"Lick my dirty shoe, you sick mother fucker," Ralph told me. If you eat another man's cum, then what is a little dirt, faggot? I resisted and Ralph said, "If you don't obey, we will leave you here, and take your clothes and your wallet. Don't test me faggot. I am serious." I took the dirty sneaker in my mouth and could taste dust and mud, but I had no choice.
After only a few seconds of this, Ralph asked, "Is your dick still hard? Roll over on your back and show us, faggot." I was now filthy from spending the last twenty minutes naked on the basement floor. I rolled over, and indeed, I was still hard. Ralph took his now wet sneaker and again rubbed it against my bare balls.
"Jerk it some more queer boy," Ralph ordered. "But remember, don't cum until we give you permission." I mindlessly obeyed. I stopped when I felt close and then Ralph got real close to my face again, only this time I was flat on my back. He moved close to me and told me to open my mouth. It was like when he burped in my face before, but now he hocked up a wad of phlegm and spit in my open mouth.
"Keep jerking off, faggot," Ralph ordered, as he let out another wad in my face. "You want to spit on him too Steve?", Ralph offered his friend.
"No man," I am ready to leave here. Is he going to blow you now," Steve asked?
"Okay Steve. We can wrap this up now," Ralph said. He then pulled his sweat pants and boxers down. Ralph was all ready hard, and in spite his making fun of my "little dick," he was of equal size or slightly smaller than me. Steve was no longer watching, as he was waiting over near the door with my clothes.
I got up and swallowed Ralph's entire hard cock. I was able to deep throat his six inches without the gagging that Steve's big dick had caused. Ralph was mostly silent and then pulled on my ears as he fucked my throat harder. I thought that he was getting ready to cum, as I could taste the pre cum leaking out of his cock. And just when I expected his load, he pulled his dick out of my mouth. He turned around and spread his ass cheeks.
"Now lick my asshole. Bitch." "Eat my filthily ass you homo! " Ralph ordered. I did not want to eat Ralph's ass any more than I had wanted to taste his dirty sneaker, but I knew that I had to obey. He pushed his bare ass in my face, and I had to stick my tongue in the crack. It was sweaty and I could feel a furry line of hair, as I serviced his ass. After only a merciful few minutes of ass eating, Ralph turned around, grabbed my head and thrust his cock back in my mouth and down my throat. I took it and soon he began moaning that he was cuming, and he shot the first blast right down my throat. I could feel his cum, but not taste it. As he continued thrusting, I could taste the next two blasts. Surprisingly sweeter tasting than sexy Steve's cum, and I drank it down. I kept sucking till Ralph pulled out of my mouth. I stayed on my knees as Ralph stood there with his softening cock still near my lips. I was ready to get up and ask for my clothes back, when Ralph told me to stay on my knees.
He stepped back and told me to lay down and jerk off. I obeyed as my erection had not gone down. Ralph then told me to take his dick in my mouth again. I wondered if he wanted another blow job. But he squatted down over me and first told me to lick his balls. I did and continued to stroke my cock, as I licked his hairy nuts. I asked if I could cum. Ralph told me to take his dick head back in my mouth and then I could cum. I felt his soft spongy post orgasmic cock in my mouth as I started to feel my balls erupting. At about the same time I could feel liquid running in my mouth and wondered if Ralph was cumming again, without even getting hard.
I then realized that he was pissing in my mouth. And I was cumming at the same time. I had never drank piss before and closed my mouth but had accumulated a mouthful of piss to go along with the remnants of Ralph's cum in my mouth. I turned my head and spit it out on the basement floor, but Ralph backed off and was still pissing in my face, in my hair, and down my chest. He had drank a lot of beer and was enjoying using his cock sucking, faggot boss as a human toilet. I finished cumming and just lay there while Ralph finished using me as a urinal. He then backed off, pulled up his sweats and joined Steve near the door. He grabbed my wallet out of my pants and took a wad of bills.
"We took an extra tip, faggot. You had a good time too. look at the faggot cum all over you." Steve then opened the door with me still laying naked on the floor covered in cum and piss. He then threw my clothes back in my direction. Ralph followed Steve out and left the door unlocked and open. The late afternoon sun shined in on the entrance way to the basement. I felt so exposed and violated and so very satisfied.
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