Labor Relations

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-------------------------------------------------------------------- (Note: I get a lot of requests to write followup chapters to my stories, but I tend to write in a creative rush and it's hard for me to revisit a story once it's finished. In this case the creative rush included a series of events, so I wrote it as a single multi-chapter story. I hope you enjoy it.)

LABOR RELATIONS

CHAPTER 1 - Grievance

I spent a fair part of my career as an hourly line worker in a sprawling manufacturing plant on the west coast. I guess I managed to impress somebody because I was given an opportunities to work as shift lead a few times and that was enough to convince the execs that I could do the job, so I was offered the open night supervisor position. I was even given an office befitting my new status, a windowless cinder block cell, located in the bowels of the plant, next to the boiler room.

It was my first management job, I was nervous but determined to do a good job. Luckily my direct manager, Jay, was a good dude. He had also worked his way up through the ranks, about ten years earlier. He even warned me that I might take some ribbing from coworkers but most of them had supported my promotion, so it was mostly good natured, and they appreciated that whenever I showed up on the floor I tried to help them problem-solve, rather that chew them out, like some of the other supervisors.

It was less than a month after my promotion that negotiations with the biggest union in our plant started breaking down and they were headed for a strike. I worked in a different department, but some of my crew still planned to honor the strike and walk the picket.

A few of my old coworkers did ask what I was going to do, and I had to admit that I needed to come in even if they were striking. All the non-union crew were in the same boat, having to cross the picket or lose their job. There was some grumbling about that, but there wasn't much anyone could do about it.

To avoid the headaches of having our staff go through strike lines every day, the decision was made that most of us would live onsite for the duration. We had to set up cots in offices, storerooms, and open warehouse spaces around the plant. We also had to set up a fully operational kitchen to make sure everyone got fed.

I would love to think it was because I was so well respected, but probably because I was low man on the totem pole, I was given the job of coordinating with the contractors and the staff that provided the security and food services. I tried to treat it like any other task, making sure it got done without stepping on too many toes.

When the contractor's crew showed up, about 50 men in total, I immediately had some concerns. The security guys looked like the people I would hire security guards to keep out, but their job was just to look menacing and keep strikers from crossing onto the property, so mostly I just stayed out of their way.

The food service folks weren't much better. Ted even took to referring to them as, "the Carnies" and I knew what he meant. They were a rangy group of men who all looked like they were hired right off the street, but they all had their health cards, and I quickly saw that they were pretty good at what they were doing. The food was abundant, and it was surprisingly good. That was probably a good way to keep all the captives happy. I found out that most were regular hires for this contractor. They would work for a month or two, make some money, then they would live on unemployment until the next contract started.

The strike ended up lasting a little over a month, though we didn't know that until the end. All we knew was that we would be there until it was over and after just a few days holed up in the factory, it already felt like an eternity. A lot of people compared it to prison, but the food was good, and the prisoners were free to wander around as long as they stayed on the property.

Five days into it, the prison comparison came up again, in a way I hadn't expected. I got a complaint that a couple of the contractors were having sex. Both were men, and that was freaking out some of the crew. They were housed in one of the warehouse spaces we had set up as barracks. Which meant they were within earshot of about two dozen other people.

Ted took me aside and let me know that upper management were staying hands off. They wanted me to fix it, but they didn't offer any advice on how to go about it.

I pulled both men into a conference room and read them the riot act, telling them that the extra-curricular activity had to stop. They both quickly apologized and assured me it would, and I felt pretty good that I had it solved it so easily. That is, until the next morning, when it was reported that they were at it again.

Jake was a crew chiefs for the contractors, the head Carnie according to Ted, and he was the ring leader. So, I took him aside and made my plea again. But this time he just smiled and said, "Sorry Boss, I don't think so. You'll have to come up with a better plan."

Now I was in a real spot. The execs wanted me to make the problem go away. I didn't have the authority to discipline or terminate Jake, but I had been told I had authority over the lower-level staff. So, I decided to terminate Eddie, his partner in crime. Eddie was one of the cooks.

I wasn't happy about having to do it and I could even understood how it happened. Those of us who had offices had some privacy, but there was no privacy in the other spaces. I half expected that the complainers were more envious than disgusted. They just weren't willing to resort to prison sex.

I had no put Jake in the same boat as the rest of us. Despite that, he didn't give me a hard time about it. He actually showed a grudging respect for having the balls to do it. He was downright cordial, and he would chat me up when I'd come down to the galley for meals. He even sat with me sometimes while I was eating, and we would talk sports or home life. I was relieved that, as rough as he was around the edges, he was whip smart and he actually seemed a decent sort.

So, I wasn't even concerned when he knocked on my office door a couple nights later. I had just been lying awake in my cot, not sleeping, trying to decide if I wanted to whack off. I pulled on a pair of sweat shorts before I opened the door.

"Jake!" I asked, "Is there a problem?"

"Yeah," he answered, "There might be. Can we talk?"

"Um... sure," I told him, stepping back so he could come in.

My office wasn't big. It had space for a U-shaped desk, and my cot was setup in the space inside the U. There was a chair next to the desk, and after shutting the door, Jake sat in it. I had nowhere else to go so I sat on the end of the cot.

"What's up?"

He smirked at the question.

"Well, me, I guess. That's the problem..." He paused. "When you fired Eddie, I understood why. I mean, we were packed in like sardines. We tried to be quiet, but I knew other people could hear us." Then pausing again, he scanned the small office. "Man... I wish we'd had a space like this."

"What's your point?" It occurred to me that he might be negotiating for the use of somewhere private, but space was limited and if he thought I was going to give up my office so he could screw someone, he was crazy.

"Eddie and I don't do that shit off the job. I mean... he's married and half the time I'm shacked up with some chick."

"That's cool..." I said. "I was never judging you guys. I just had stop what you were doing."

"Yeah I get it," he agreed but then continued. "Eddie and I have a been on a few of these jobs together. We'd hang out and complain about blue balls, and then one day I found out that Eddie actually likes getting fucked."

I was surprised he was being so direct. "I guess you got lucky having a gay guy to team up with, but I still couldn't..."

He stopped me. "Eddie isn't gay. He's married to a girl, and from what he tells me, they fuck like rabbits."

"Oh... I got the impression, since he was.... you know..."

"His wife is pretty kinky. I guess she has a bunch of dildoes, and she likes to play with his ass when they screw, and he likes when she does it. So, we got to talking and he said he was willing to give the real thing a try. It just worked out. That's all that was."

"Wow... okay. Well, I am still sorry I had break it up." I admitted.

"I bet you're feeling it too," he offered. "Stuck in here for weeks on end. No idea when you'll get another chance to unload."

That hit pretty close to the mark. I had been thinking about jerking off, but I wasn't looking forward to it. There was something about being locked in close contact with about 100 other people, and knowing my fist was still my only good option.

"Yeah, it sucks," I admitted, "but that's how it goes."

He shrugged. "It doesn't have to be."

"What?"

"It doesn't have to be like that. I mean, up until you kicked out Eddie, I was doing just fine."

Back to this again. "I told you I'm sorry, but you had to stop having sex where others could hear you."

"You're right. You're absolutely right... That's why your office is perfect."

So, I had been right about his intent. "Look, as much as I understand it, I'm not going to have you bring someone up here to fuck. That's not going to happen."

"We're already here..."

"I'm... well, yeah... wait! You don't seriously think anything is going to happen with me?"

Jake shrugged. "Maybe it will. Maybe it won't. I can't speak for you but I know what I'm willing to do. I even like you. You're a good dude... Even if you did fire my piece of ass. So, you know exactly how long it's been since I got laid, and I'm already chomping at the bit. I'm willing to bet that, given how long we've been here, by now it's even worse for you."

I shook my head. "I'm not married... I don't even have a girlfriend. I've gone a lot longer than this without sex. I may not like it, but I'll survive."

Jake jumped in, "I'm saying you don't have to just survive. When you know there are better options, it gets a lot harder to do without. I mean, you can survive, or you can..."

It wasn't as simple as getting horny and deciding it might be okay to have sex with a dude. I was hurting, and I had reached that point where I was dying to feel some skin on skin, but Jake had already made it clear that he was the top, and to do what he was proposing would require a lot more than a case of blue balls.

Now that said...

My mom was never very openly affectionate. However, when I was a kid, there a time when I got really sick. I couldn't hold anything down, food, water, or even the oral medicine I was being given. I wasn't getting any better, so our doctor told my mom that I would need my medication through suppositories.

My mom seemed to really care about how I was feeling while I was sick, and every time she pushed the capsules up my ass, she would hold me close and tell me she loved me. Ever since then, even the thought of having something shoved up my butthole made me feel loved and warm all over.

"Well, I've never... done that," I explained, knowing a dick was a lot more than a pill. "Eddie at least had some experience. I don't even think I could."

Jake laughed. "At least I have you thinking about it."

"Yeah, don't start thinking it's going to happen," I stated.

"But you're not exactly saying no," he noted. "Just think on it. It's not like we're going anywhere. I'll still be here tomorrow... and probably longer, but the longer you wait the worse it will get for both of us, and I have a sneaking hunch you're not that far from changing your mind."

With that, Jake got up and left me to ponder my options.

I got the feeling that he thought he might have me hooked, but I still didn't buy it. Yeah, I was horny and hurting and at some deep level even willing to consider it. Our conversation had only made that worse, but this was not a plunge I was prepared to take. Besides all the obvious reasons, switching teams and taking dick up my ass, it was also a risky thing for me to consider jobwise. Getting caught would almost certainly get me fired.

Chapter 2 - Concerted Activity

I woke the next morning, groggy, after a mostly restless night, but I was even more determined to let Jake know that he had been out of line. I was even considering telling the contractors that they needed to come up with some form of discipline, to keep him in line. He couldn't keep testing the rules like this. It was with that fired up attitude that I went out on the production floor to start my shift.

That whole day ended up being a slow death from a thousand cuts. It started when my manager, Tom, usually a mellow and decent guy, chewed me out for nothing and then came back for a second round an hour later. I'm sure the working conditions were wearing on him too, but the best excuse he had for dressing me down was that I had fired Eddie. He agreed that he had told me to make the problem go away, but Eddie was one of their best cooks and he made a sausage gravy that my boss was apparently hooked on. I guess when all else is lost, you don't fuck with a man's stomach.

I figured that Tom would return to normal once the stress of our imprisonment was over, but this didn't bode well for the days to come.

The next cut came when we found out that some of the non-union staff were sneaking food out to the picket line. I actually thought that was funny, but the upper management were royally pissed about it, and they were looking for targets. I had some ideas about which employees might be involved but I told management that I had no suspects.

I was then instructed to start suspending people until someone fessed up and I, the most junior manager, had to explain to them that there was no back up staff we could call in, so suspensions would only hurt us, and because the crew was locked in the factory we still had to pay them whether they worked or not. That did not go over well, and apparently it was still somehow my fault.

The rest of the day went much like that, just variations on the same bullshit, so by the time I got away from the work, I was wound so tight I thought I would explode.

"So, how did your day go?"

I knew without even looking that it was Jake. I turned to face him and let out a long deep breath. I glared at him for a good minute before I decided what to say.

"Fuck it.." I mumbled.

"What's that?"

He seemed confused by my response, so I clarified.

"If you were serious yesterday... let's do it."

"Really? Are you sure."

"Shut up and follow me."

The galley area was filled with crew and contractors who had finished their shifts and were lining up for some supper. As we passed through the crowd, they could see something in my expression, but thankfully they misread it.

"Shit Jake, what did you do to piss him off? It looks like your about to get your ass handed to you."

"Maybe." Jake gave them a slight grin and shrugged. "I probably deserve it."

We cleared the crowd and headed back to my office. During normal operations it was equivalent to being located in Siberia, but now the isolation was exactly what I needed. No one was around when we stepped inside and closed the door.

I still was not entirely sure if I had brought him back to my office to give him what he wanted, or if I wanted to kick his ass for being such a pain. But as I scanned his lean wiry body, I could see the corded muscles on his arms, and I recognized that he had that deceptive skinny guy strength that meant he would probably win in an actual fight and that pretty much left me with only the one option.

"I can't believe we're going to do this!" He almost crowed.

"Well, don't count your chickens," I warned him. I still can't make any promises."

"Nah, you'll be fine. I promise." He assured me. "Eddie isn't the only one I've done this with. I mean, the others were women, but fucking ass is my favorite... and I like to think I'm pretty good at it."

Hearing him say exactly what he was planning to do, even though I already knew it was the plan, sent a chill up my spine.

"I must be fucking crazy," I mumbled and started stripping off clothing, adding, "Make sure that door is locked."

Jake double checked the lock and then started stripping down too. As his body was exposed to me, I could see that I had been right about him. He was slender but his body was defined with hard ridges of muscle. I hoped I wouldn't have cause to stop him, because I wasn't entirely sure I could, but thinking I might still have a reasonable excuse to call this off I tried one more thing.

"Aw shit..." I grumbled. "We need some lube. Maybe we should wait..."

"Don't give me that shit," Jake stopped me. "We've been here for over a week. I know you have lube."

Guilty.

"Oh... yeah... I guess I have something..." And I opened the top drawer of my desk and took out the industrial sized jar of Vaseline.

"Fuck! You had some serious plans!" Jake laughed.

I blushed. "It was cheaper to buy it like that." As if that was a legitimate excuse.

While I was playing out my weak deception, Jake had continued stripping down and when I looked up I saw that he was now completely naked. If his corded muscles had caused me some pause, his dick was now my main reason to reconsider this plan. He wasn't a freak or even porn star huge, but he was big enough to cause concern. His cock extended out in a soft arch, not hard but not soft, and while mine was about as thick, his was already a good inch longer. I was about to offer another excuse but decided that I had played that card too many times already. I needed to let this play out and if it didn't work, I had to hope that Jake wouldn't take it too far.

"Um... How should we... do this?" I asked.

Doing a quick scan of his options, Jake said, "Come over here and sit on the desk. That way you can see what I'm doing."

I wasn't too sure I wanted to see what he was doing. Part of me wanted to stick my head in a file drawer and just hope for the best, but he was probably right.

"Yeah, okay," I agreed and positioned myself on the edge of the desk where he was able to step between my legs.

"Do you want me to loosen you up a bit first?"

"What do you mean?"

Like, with my fingers..." He explained. "Do you want me to use my fingers to loosen you up first?"

"Oh... shit... I'll probably regret it but... no. I think that would freak me out even more."

"It's your call."

"Just go easy."

"You got it, boss."

Then while standing between my spread legs, Jake slicked his pecker, and with a couple strokes he had it at full hardon. I was still scared but I have to confess that seeing him hard just made me hornier and more determined.

Once he was ready he stepped closer, lining the slippery knob up against my tight pucker. For a moment I almost reconsidered letting him loosen me first with his fingers, but he didn't shove right in. He just pressed against me and waited.

I could feel the pressure of his dick testing the strength of my sphincter muscle but not forcing past it. It seemed to be the right technique because, as my fear eased up, my ass relaxed, and the thick crown of his cock slowly began to ease me open.

"How you doing down there, boss?"

I gasped my next breath, realizing I had been holding it.

"I'm not sure... It's okay, I think... I'm just not sure it's going to-"

All the sudden, his dick popped through the ring of muscle, and I had to gasp again, but for a whole different reason.

"Wait! Wait!" I gulped hard.

He was already holding stock still. "I'm not going anywhere until you say okay, boss."

"Okay... thanks," I sighed, "and quit calling me Boss. I don't feel very "boss" right now."

He chuckled. "Yessir."

He was true to his word, not moving at all while I adjusted to having him inside me, but without either of us making it happen, my hole relaxed even more and his dick eased deeper. I didn't fight it. I just let it happen, and it wasn't long before I was fully impaled.

"Oh, fuck damn..."

"You okay, boss... Sorry. Are you okay, dude?"

"Yeah." And I meant it. In fact, ... "I didn't think it would feel like this... Try moving."

"Hell yeah," and Jake eased about halfway out and then eased back in.

"Like that?"

"Oh yeah! Just like that... but more... faster... harder..."

Jake started to fuck me.

I was leaned back, propped up on my elbows, and it gave me good view of Jake's cock as it slid in and out of my body. I was puzzled at how I had managed to take it. His dick looked even bigger now that he was fucking me with it, and it felt like it was hitting somewhere around my belly button. On each stroke I felt a soft shock as his cock knob rumbled past my prostate.

I didn't do it consciously, but I realized I was lifting my ass off the desk, trying to take him even deeper, and it seemed to catch Jake by surprise.

"Fuck... yeah ride that dick, Boss!"

We weren't making a ton of noise, but I was still glad that my office was so isolated and next to a noisy boiler room, because the noise we were making would have definitely drawn attention.

I felt like I might cum almost as soon as his cock had entered me, but I managed to hold off. I realized I was trying to figure out when Jake would cum. I didn't want finish too much before he did, since I wasn't sure I could take any more if I came before he was done.

I ended up not having a choice. He was altering his pace between long slow strokes to hard pounding gut punches, but he barely broke a sweat. Jake showed no sign of letting up and I could tell this might be a marathon for him, but my own orgasm decided it was a sprint.

He was driving into me hard when my balls pulled up tight and I started spray painting my gut with spooge. It was one the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced, and my body shook with the spasms. Jake just pounded me even harder.

My concern about not being able to take it after cumming was quickly forgotten. I was still rock hard and raring to go, just as long as his cock kept driving into me. However, he did stop, but luckily just to change position.

"You mind if we get in the cot and I spoon you?"

As long as his cock would be inside me again, he could hang me by the ankles from the rafters, but instead of offering that option, I just said, "Sure."

The cot didn't provide much space, but the position and the fact that we were practically glued together made it work just fine.

As we stretched out on the foldout, I felt his dick ease into me, and I almost came again.

"Mother fucker," I sighed. "I think I owe Eddie an apology... I feel awful taking this away from him."

"You like it?" Jake chuckled.

"If I have to answer that, you aren't paying attention." I gasped.

He laughed again. "Don't worry about Eddie. I mean, he liked it, but not like you do. I just wish I'd found you a long time ago. I don't usually get with dudes, but I have a feeling I'm still going to wish we could do this after we all go home again."

His cock slithered through my ass like a long fat snake, and I knew that this was the best sex I would ever have. "I may be game if you are."

"Cool," he said, just before picking up the speed, "But I still plan to fuck you as much as I can while we're here."

I could feel another load building up. "Luckily I have a private place we can use..."

Even in the prone position, Jake was able to hammer my ass really hard. And he did that long enough for me to start shaking with a second orgasm, mostly dry at this point. Shortly after that, Jake's jackhammer pace became a slow, deep slam, each taking about a three count, slapping against me, burying his shaft ball deep each time. Then I felt the soft pulse and the sudden added lubrication of his seed filling my bowels.

It was sometime later, after his cock had softened enough to slip free on its own, that we shifted position to give each other some space and a chance to cool down. My new spot made me aware of something.

"I hope the laundry has some clean sheets. This bed is now uninhabitable."

"Hmmm..." Jake pondered. "We should get spares."

"Definitely."

Despite lying on a sticky wet spot, I managed to fall asleep, and it was the best sleep I'd had in over a week. I woke up sometime during the night and saw Jake pulling on his clothes and trying to quietly exit my office.

He saw I was awake as he was closing the door. "Catch you later Boss." And he was gone.

I dropped my head to the bed and took a second to ponder what had happened. This was the last thing I ever expected I would do, but I was surprisingly happy with it. I had clearly enjoyed the sex and I was determined to make it happen again.

CHAPTER 3 - Counter Proposals

The next day was a lot like the previous one, but it wasn't bothering me like it had before. Thankfully, Ted was not part of it. He almost seemed to be avoiding me. I was just glad not to be fighting with him.

I did manage to briefly catch up with Jake about midday. He let me know that he was going to have to work late. I was disappointed that we couldn't have a repeat that night, but he assured me that, if I still wanted it we would have other chances.

That night, with clean sheets, I settled into my cot, sad that it was solo. I was just about to doze off when I heard a soft knock on my door.

It occurred to me that Jake might have gotten away from his work, and I was excited as I opened the door.

"Oh... hey... What up?" I asked, surprised to see my boss.

"We need to talk, he said.

"Um... sure... Let me put on some clothes."

"That's okay," he quickly interrupted. "Let me just... say this."

His tone was concerning. I was trying to remember if there was anything that had happened over the course of the day, that might be an issue.

"I wanted to apologize for yesterday... for the way I acted. I was a real shit to you, and you didn't deserve it."

"Oh! Okay. I appreciate that."

"So," he continued, "I actually came up here last night to apologize."

"Okay..."

"I... I heard you... and Jake," he confirmed. "And I waited until I saw Jake leave. I made sure he didn't see me though. I still wanted to knock on your door, but I chickened out."

"Ted... I don't know what you think happened..."

"I know exactly what happened." He said. "I stood outside the door. I listened to everything... Like a fucking pervert. I couldn't make myself leave... and I didn't have the guts to confront you."

I was confused. I assumed I was in trouble, big trouble, but he was talking like he was the bad guy.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, with no idea what the answer would be.

"I don't have to do anything," he answered. "I can let you be, and let you do... what you're doing... and no one has to know."

"Really? You would do that?"

"Or..." This is when the hammer was going to fall, "Or maybe... you and me... can do... something?"

"Wait... Are you serious?"

He took a deep breath. "Nobody knows... I've been closeted pretty much my whole life. My family doesn't know, the company doesn't know. But I wanted to tell you for a long time, only I couldn't."

"Why not?" I asked. "I would have been okay about it, even before this happened."

"Yeah, but... what I wanted to tell you is that I'm attracted to you, but... you're my direct report, so I couldn't."

"Damn..."

That was a revelation. If he had told me that before, I like to think I would have been understanding and I would have kept his secret, but I don't think I would have let anything happen. It took the bizarre circumstance of being locked in a manufacturing plant, for me to even consider doing what I did.

"So why are you telling me now?" I asked.

He had a crooked smile on his face. "Well, now I'm not the only one who would get in trouble... and at least now I know that you might be willing."

"Oh! So, you really do want to..."

"Oh, you have no idea," Ted confessed.

"But what if..."

"Jake won't show up. I... talked to him. He didn't have to cover a shift, he just agreed to give me some time to talk to you."

"He was okay with this?"

"He said that he was," Ted answered. "His exact words were, 'It's up to him. If he wants you, he wants you. If he wants me, even better. But if he wants both of us... we need to work out a schedule."

I looked up at that and saw that Ted was smiling.

"Yeah... that sounds like Jake." I admitted.

"So?"

"So?" I asked.

"What's your choice?"

"Fuck..." I grunted. "You realize how weird this is, right?"

He nodded. "This strike is making everything weird. None of this would have happened if we weren't all locked in here together."

"You know, I fucking hate this strike," I told him.

"Yeah... me too." He sounded concerned.

"But I don't hate this," I finished. I don't hate that I took a chance with Jake, and I really don't hate that you are interested too."

"It sounds like you're leaning toward option three?"

"I'm still new to this... It was not what I expected. It was... so much better... but I'm still not sure how much I can handle... If I can handle both of you. But I am willing to find out."

"You do understand that what I want is... to fuck you?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "For some reason everybody wants to fuck me." I was chuckling as I said it and Ted smiled, relieved.

"Do you need a break since you did this last night? I mean, we can maybe find some time tomorrow..."

"Oh no," I interrupted. "Definitely now. I've been on edge all evening. That's something Jake told me would happen. I really need this."

"Not as much as I do. Especially after listening to you two going at it last night."

With that, Ted started pulling off clothing. I was already dressed for bed, so all I had to do was drop my shorts and I was naked. As I watched Ted disrobe, I had to wonder at how all this had happened in such a short time. Mostly I wondered at the change in myself. I never gave other men a second glance, but now I was watching Ted get undressed, like a voyeur, anxiously anticipating what would be revealed.

Ted and Jake were built totally different. Jake was thin and wiry, and while Ted still had some muscle for his years on the shop floor, he had some middle age paunch since he became a manager. For some reason I thought they both looked perfect.

Jake's cock was just like Jake, long and lean, and Ted's cock was just like the rest of him. He was similar to me, if just a little longer, but like his body, it had an appealing thickness. I figured he might not go as deep as Jake did, but I knew I would feel that extra girth. My skin was practically tingling as I anticipated it.

"How do you want to do this?" Ted asked.

I thought for a moment.

"I think I'd like to see you while you... are doing it." I said. "Can we do it, you know... missionary? God! I sound like a girl. I feel like an idiot."

"No! It is so cool that you want this. I'm so hot now, it's killing me," Ted told me. "If you want missionary, you get missionary. Hell, We can stand on our heads and make monkey noises, if that's what you want."

Remembering what I had thought about hanging from the ceiling, I laughed. "Maybe next time."

Satisfied that he was okay with my plan, I stretched out on my back and Ted climbed between my spread legs. He grabbed the jar of lube that I had foolishly left on my desk.

"You came prepared!"

"Fuck you," I laughed. "It was cheap!"

He popped open the lid and was ready to dip in a couple fingers.

"Here," I offered, "Let me do it," and I dipped in and started slicking his erection, getting it ready to go inside me. I really wanted to feel it and it definitely felt different. It felt heavy in my grip and I shivered as I stroked its length, realizing that my fingers couldn't reach my thumb. "It's so thick!" I grunted.

"Is it a problem? Do we need to quit?"

I looked up at him. "Hell no!"

"Oh, thank god," he sighed. "I think that would have killed me, getting this close and having to stop."

"Let's do this," and I lay back on the cot.

Ted hooked my legs at the knees and lifted so my pucker was lined up with his cock. Without even needing to guide it in, he was able to press against my hole and slowly ease inside. It took about the same time for me to relax enough to let him in, but I think that had as much to do with his cock as it did my ass. Then, as the knob popped past the tight muscle, I had to wrap my arms around his torso, but not to hold him off. I pulled him closer.

"God you're tight!" Ted gasped.

"You're thicker than Jake." I told him.

"I am?" Ted seemed pleased.

"His is longer."

"Oh..." He sounded deflated.

Don't be a dumb shit," I scolded him. "I actually like that they're different and I like both... they're just... different... and they feel different."

"Really? Hmm... I guess that's cool."

So," I continued, "are you going to fuck me or would you like me to tell you more about Jake's dick?"

He grinned. "Definitely the first."

With that he began a slow in and out, and even with the lube I could feel my anus being pushed and pulled with each stroke. That and the repeated bump across my prostate quickly had me clawing at Ted's back.

"Fuck! I'm going to cum!" I croaked, surprised at how quickly it was happening.

Ted watched, amazed, as my cock spewed a fountain of scum across my chest.

"You came!" he grunted. "Just from... me fucking you?"

I nodded, still too shaken by my orgasm to answer coherently.

"That is so hot!" He said, as he began sliding through me again. "You're still hard," he noticed after a minute or two.

"Just keep doing what you're doing," I explained.

"Cool," he said and fucked me even harder. "I still can't believe you're letting me do this."

"That makes two of us," I answered, but the rumbling passage of his dick through my bowels confirmed that it was the right choice.

I could see Ted watching the ever-changing expressions on my face, and he would adjust what he was doing accordingly. My boss was doing everything he could to make me respond. I was already almost overwhelmed by the sensations running through my body, so how he picked the right changes to make was a mystery to me, but he did, every time. Bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm.

I was right on the verge of a second explosion, so I was excited when Ted gasped out that he was getting ready to cum.

"Can I... do it... inside you?" He asked, politely.

"You better." I confirmed.

A few more strokes, and then Ted plunged deep, with full force, pinning me to the cot as his cock unleashed a flood up my guts. Before he finished he took a couple more long strokes, finishing ball deep and collapsing on top of me.

Ted was not a small man, but his weight felt good on me and I basked in the afterglow of another unexpected and amazing experience.

Ted stayed most of the night, and we managed to fuck again before he left. My body ached from it, but in the most satisfying way. I hated to see him leave but knew we couldn't get caught like this.

CHAPTER 4 - Good Faith Bargaining

That day, other than both of us looking sleep deprived, everything went as normal. Our individual tasks only had us crossing paths a couple times and we both managed to interact without doing something stupid.

I met up with Jake a couple times and other than an inquisitive look, he didn't push for more information. It wasn't until late in the day, when I was heading back to my office, that it occurred to me that I had no idea who, if anyone, would show up. It was with real curiosity that I answered the soft knock on my door.

"Oh! Hey! Oh man... look..."

"Easy," Ted calmed me. "It's not what you think.

"Yeah," Jake jumped it. "We're not here to tag team you... I mean... unless that's your thing?"

Ted took over again. "Tonight, you get a break, whether you want it or not. The last couple nights have been a lot."

"Well... yeah," I agreed.

"So, rest, and we can talk later. As far as if there is more... well, that's still up to you. Jake and I talked and we're okay with whatever you decide."

"But I won't lie," Jake interjected. "We hope you still want it."

I had to smile. "This is so weird... Yeah, I still want it. I was even willing tonight. Though, maybe not both of you at the same time... I do want the sex, but maybe I could use some sleep."

"You sleep," Ted stated. "The rest we can figure out later. I know that either one of us will be ready and willing whenever you are. Last night was the best..."

"The night before wasn't too bad either," Jake added.

"Yeah," I agreed. "I know what you mean. We can talk tomorrow, but I liked it... I liked it with both of you and I'd still like to do it... individually... if you're both okay with that?"

"Deal!" Jake barked. "But I go first, please?"

Ted shrugged, so I said okay. "We'll just have to see how much I can handle."

Despite needing it, I tossed and turned for a while before falling asleep. I needed the rest, but I wanted the sex. I had become a whore for these two men, and even one day without getting fucked was driving me crazy. I still wasn't sure how my body would hold up, but my mind was all in.

It was so bad that I didn't even get to midday before I marched into the makeshift kitchen."

"Jake!" I barked. "I need you to come with me. We need to have a talk."

"Shit Jake," one of the dishwashers crowed. "Looks like you pissed him off again."

Jake's expression was serious, as he untied his apron and followed me. "One of you guys probably fucked up again," he told the crew. "But don't worry. I'll take one for the team."

"Take it like a man," someone shouted.

"I always do," he answered, and I saw the beginnings of a smile crack his facade.

My office was too far, and I couldn't wait, so I led him to one of the conference rooms, knowing there was a lock on the door and no windows. We might need to keep the volume down, but it still provided privacy. Jake had barely gotten through the doorway before I slammed the door shut, locked it and started peeling down his jeans and shorts.

I hadn't considered how we would manage without lube, but face to crotch, I felt the urge to try something new. I pulled him toward me, taking his quickly hardening cock into my mouth. For some reason this had previously seemed a step too far to me, even while I was taking their cocks up my ass, blowing them seemed more... intimate. I could lie there and get fucked and still tell myself that, despite cumming buckets both times it happened, this was something they were doing. I was just a receptacle. But sucking cock... That required my active participation and there was no pretending otherwise.

I wasn't just letting them use me. I was using them and desperately trying to make them cum. I know my oral skills were amateurish, but Jake's reaction made me feel like a porn star.

"Damn, dude! Yeah, suck that cock!"

I couldn't believe how hot it was. I had been afraid I would not know what to do, but I just did what I liked and that seemed to be the right answer. I used my hand like an extension of my mouth, and I stroked the full length of his shaft, letting my mouth work the head. His skin felt velvety soft as he slid across my tongue, and I kept getting these tastes of his precum that suddenly made me realize I really wanted a taste of the real thing.

I dragged him in here assuming I needed him to fuck me again, but I decided on a change of plans. Now all I wanted was to make him cum so I could taste it. Jake seemed fine with that plan.

"Fuck, man! I'm going to cum!" He hissed between clenched teeth. "Do you want me to pull out?"

I answered by shaking my head, not releasing him and even working his shaft more aggressively.

"Oh fuck... here it... comes..."

I backed off enough to keep from choking on it, but just barely. He shot off hard and it hosed down my mouth and throat. I had to swallow quickly or risk coughing it all up. Each time I swallowed my mouth was filled by a fresh shot of sperm. He fired off at least five distinct blasts, each one a mouthful, but I accepted them enthusiastically.

I hadn't even opened my pants, but I didn't really need to. I didn't exactly cum, but I felt similar tremors run through my body, like a dry orgasm. It would never replace the sensation of blasting off a load, but it served it's purpose for now. I had had managed to take the edge off the terminal horniness I had been experiencing. This would at least hold me for a while, so I could get back to my work.

Smacking my lips, I left a dazed Jake in the conference room. I turned back long enough to advise him to pull his pants up before someone found him like that.

Chapter 5 - Memorandum of Agreement

Late in the day, as work was winding down, I went looking for Ted. He was in his own office, finishing up some time sheets.

"Hey Ted."

"Oh! Hey!" He answered, surprised to see me. "I assumed you would... you know... be with Jake."

"Yeah, about that," I said, blushing slightly. "We met up earlier today."

"Oh... so you already..." Ted looked more embarrassed than I was. "You know this is the weirdest fucking situation I have ever been in... I mean, I'm glad it happened... and I hope it will happen again, but this whole... sharing you with Jake thing is just weird for me. I'm not, like, jealous, but I am envious every time I know he is with you. I wish it was me instead."

"Well, guess what? I'm free tonight."

"But I thought you already..."

"We didn't fuck. For some reason I... decided I wanted to blow him."

"Wow... How did that go?"

"He was happy when I left him."

"How about for you?"

I thought before answering. "It was kind of cool. I liked doing it more than I thought I would. I didn't actually cum, but I felt pretty good afterward."

"That is cool..." I could see his gears turning. "So... would you still be interested in hooking up after that?"

"Definitely," I answered. "It was fun, but... what I really need..."

"Yeah," he nodded. "Me too. I was dying thinking I'd have to wait."

"Do you want to go back to my office?"

"Fuck that! Close the door."

His office had windows, but he also had blinds that were already closed, so I smiled as I shut his door and locked it. Then I turned to see Ted was already pulling off clothing. He was already hard by the time he was naked, and my eyes locked on his cock. I was practically drooling. It did present a possible obstacle though.

"I'd like to try sucking you," I told him, "but you're so think I'm not sure I could do it for very long."

"Getting a blow job is always nice..." He sighed, "but it's hard for me to cum that way. I was really hoping we could..."

"Fuck yes," I agreed. "That why I'm here."

Ted sat back against his desk, and I crawled between his legs, leaning in to take his cock between my lips. Like I suspected, his girth made it a challenge, but I was able to suckle the knob while I fisted his shaft, and he was responding favorably. I did it just long enough to confirm that I could, and to get myself worked up to state of urgency.

"God... I need you to fuck me!" I gasped, releasing his cock and standing.

"As you wish," he agreed, pulling his personal lube stash from a desk drawer. It was a much more modest sized jar than mine, which we both apparently noticed. "I have feeling we'll be glad you got the volume discount before the strike is done."

"I guess I knew what I was doing."

"Here, trade places," and he stepped aside so I could take his spot on the edge of the desk.

I undid my jeans and dropped them to the floor, only then remembering that my shoes were still on. Ted was even more impatient than me. He wrestled the pant legs past the shoes, and then assumed his position between my spread legs. After quickly slicking his cock, and then dabbing some lube across my rosebud pucker, he pressed against my hole and started easing inside.

This being my third time, my body didn't resist as much as it had the first couple times. But Ted was still really thick, and it was still a challenge.

Slowly, torturously, Ted slipped inside of me, inch after inch, until his thighs pressed tight against my buttocks.

"Oh god!" I sighed my upper body, falling back into the desk.

"I still can't believe how tight you are." He grunted.

"Oh, I can..." I sighed. "You should feel it from this end."

He chuckled. "That's okay. I like this end just fine.

Ted began to slowly slice through me, dragging the tight sphincter muscle with each stroke. I quickly realized that, while I liked the way both cocks felt inside me, I actually loved the way Ted's felt. There was just something about the drag of it through my bowels and the way it always bumped across my prostate. It had my toes curling.

"Why didn't we ever do this before?" He asked.

"Because I might have reported you for inappropriate behavior," I admitted.

"Oh yeah," he acknowledged. "You really never thought about doing it before now?"

"I guess I was ignorant... My family was pretty conservative. I didn't know any better. But now I do." I lifted my ass, taking him even deeper.

"Are we still going to do this... you know... after this is over?"

I could hear the worry in his voice. I had gone through a similar conversation with Jake, and some introspection, wondering if the real world would get in the way, or if we would no longer feel the need when we went back to regular life.

"I hope we do..." I told him. "I can't make any promises though. It'll be different. We'll probably feel different about it."

Picking up speed and plowing full length into me, Ted grunted. "Well, I plan to make the most of it while I can."

We alternated fast and slow for the next hour. The whole time, I felt on the verge of cumming, but it was as if my body was waiting for his cue. That finally came in the form of a deep gasp, and a sudden stuttering lunge up my shitter. It hit me like a shock and almost immediately I started spewing dick snot all over my belly and chest Then I felt the trembling pulse of Ted emptying his nut up my ass.

Every time Ted came, it was as if he had been storing it up for weeks. His loads were massive, and at some point during the night, my gut would start to churn and I would have to trot gingerly to the bathroom to expel it.

We lay on the cot and he was still able to slip his cock inside me, so we stayed locked together for as long as we could, but eventually I had no choice. I eased off him and got dressed, hoping I could get decent and all the way to the toilet before I unleashed the flood.

I left Ted snoring on the cot and resolved my gut issue. Then I went to my own office and collapsed on the cot, crashing for the rest of the night.

Chapter 6 - Implementation of Contract

It went like that until the end of the strike. I would meet up with Jake and about half the time I would suck him off to completion, but the other half we would end up fucking.

With Ted, I only ever sucked him to get him warmed up, and then he would always end up pounding my ass into joyful submission.

I spent almost every night with one of them, and sometimes even managed both in a single day. It's a wonder I got any work done.

But then the strike ended. The decision to go on strike had apparently been about making a point and proving that they could do it. The union ended up accepting, essentially the same offer they were given before going on strike. So, point taken I guess. I heard a couple of the union guys joking that they needed t-shirts that say, "I went on strike for 35 days and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt."

Everyone packed up their things and went home for the first time in weeks. Those of us who lived onsite were given a week off to recover. They also needed the time to remove all the bedding, the kitchen, and other temporary facilities.

I spent my time getting my house back in order, and catching up with some of my family, but every night, when I went to bed, I realized how much I missed hearing a soft knock on my door.

When I finally got back to work, I made the rounds welcoming back all the people who had been out on strike. The plant looked so much different, almost empty, and I walked sadly through what had been the kitchen area. The food really had been good. I was going to miss it.

Going back to working nights was an adjustment and by morning I was starting to drag, but I was anxious to see Ted again.

I was finishing up some paperwork in my office, when I got an IM from Ted, asking me to stop by his office. This was a regular part of the work schedule, but I also knew the subject of sex would have to come up. I just didn't know what to expect. I definitely didn't expect what I saw when I walked into his office.

Ted was sitting at his desk and someone else was sitting across from him, with his back to me. He turned as I walked in, and he smiled.

"Surprise!" Jake said.

"Jake? What are you doing here?"

"I better answer that," Ted offered. "But first, I need to let you know that the bosses were really impressed with how you handled the contractors."

"Oh... that cool..." I responded, still shocked and confused to see Jake.

Ted continued. "Something that came from the strike, is they decided we should have someone centrally manage all the contractors, rather than each department managing separate contracts."

"Okay..."

"So, I recommended you for the job and they agreed. It means days shift, more money, and you and I would be peers."

"Wow! That's... a total surprise."

"So, do you want the job?"

I didn't have to think for long. Just getting day shift was a huge improvement.

"Yeah. Definitely." I answered. "But... I still don't get why Jake is here."

"About that... IF you take over the contracts, I still need a night manager."

"Seriously? Jake is getting my job? How did that happen?"

"I blackmailed Ted," Jake answered with a straight face.

"No, he didn't," Ted confirmed, making Jake smile. "I talked to him before the strike ended, asking if he would be interested if there was an opening. He did a good job managing the carnies, so I figured he could handle it here."

"I'm not sure how I can handle working full time," Jake admitted, "but this job has good benefits... and it may have some great side benefits..." He said the last part, while giving me a serious side-eye.

I laughed and felt a thrill run up my spine.

"I already told you. I'm game if you are."

Ted leaned back in his chair with a look of self-satisfaction. "Well, you should both get some sleep. Jake starts tonight and you need to show him the ropes. Then we can move you to day shift on Monday."

"I wonder what kind of mischief we can get into tonight?" Jake chuckled.

"That would be, none," Ted confirmed. "Nothing on the clock."

Jake shrugged. "Okay. I'll behave."

"Me too." I agreed, though I really needed some mischief.

Ted then added, "Besides, you're going to be pretty worn out by the time you get to work tonight."

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Because I plan to stop by after I get off, Or... to get off after I... get off," he explained. "You know... to check in on you... and... other stuff..."

"Best strike ever!" I sighed.