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We hung out the rest of the night and drank beer, got stoned and kicked the shit. Knowing he had no bed to sleep in at home I told him to stay here with me tonight. He gladly accepted. When we awoke on Friday morning to the alarm buzzer at 5:00am, he rolled over and wrapped his muscular tatted arms around me and kissed my neck. He slid his stiff morning wood between my ass checks and said, "Hit the snooze button bro".
After some extended wake up sex and a nice oral breakfast in the shower we got off to work. With the taste of my Skinhead Construction Stud's seed in lingering in my mouth I followed his F-350 Super Duty to the jobsite, getting there a bit later than the boss and his assistant should. But it was Friday, nobody seemed to notice. That is except Josh. When we got to the job trailer, the Young Skin Punk was sitting at the desk with a shit eating grin on his face. "Running a little late boys. And in unison too". "Fuck you!", David scoffed at his little brother. Josh and I exchanged a smirk and glance which told him what he already knew.
As we grabbed coffee and sat down to go over the day's punch list Josh said to David, "Oh by the way Raymundo Romero came by here about 20 minutes ago. He wanted his check but only YOU can sign them. And YOU weren't here yet." David and I both looked at each other for a second pondering Raymundo. "Well did he say he would be back?", he asked. "No, he had to take off. But his guys are out at lot 142 spraying the house today", Josh replied. "He asked if we could give the check to them before the end of the day." David looked at me then smiled before asking Josh, "Did he seem to be acting normal?" Josh paused and said, "Yeah I think so. Why?"
David rolled his eyes and said, "Oh nothing. It's just that our newbie here planted little Jose last night after we left." Josh laughed, "No fuckin shit? You popped that little dude huh? He is pretty hot. What happened, tell me.....:". David interrupted, "Well he's under age. If his old man or brothers got wind of it ....." Josh turned off his comradic congratulations and sat back in his chair with a sigh. "Well I've hooked up the brothers before", he admitted. David sat up. "You mean Victor and Manolo?". Josh nodded with a shit eating grin, "Yeah, once or twice I sucked their dicks to get them to stay late and finish a job. They're a little rough and scary but they got some shit hanging between their legs."
David nodded his head. "Shit! You boys gotta be careful. It's one thing to hook it up with the guys who work for our company, but the subcontractors are another thing," he warned. "We need to have the upper hand over those guys or they'l run roughshod all over us. Once they know you'll suck their dicks to make them work hard, your sucking their dicks everyday!" Josh kidded him back, "And what's so wrong about that?" "Well hopefully if his brothers or Raymundo do get wind of it all Shane will have to do is suck their dicks to make 'em happy", David said and fist popped me in the shoulder with a stern look. With that we moved on to other job related punch list items and headed out onto the site to knock it out. I purposely avoided the area around Lot 142 as I didn't want to be seen by any of the Romero clan.
Most of the day went by. I met with Mr. and Mrs. Norcross in the late afternoon and did the walk through on their new house that Jose helped me finish up last night. They were a nice young couple with a ratty little kid who was already getting sticky fingerprints all over their house. But they thanked us for doing a good job on their new home, shook hands, signed the walk though list. A U-Haul and a bunch of their friends were already waiting at the curb to move them in.
I made it back to the job office and dropped off the paper work from the Norcross's walk through. David handed me an envelope and said with a taunting grin, "Here's the check for Raymundo and Sons. Go over to Lot 142 and give it to them." My jaw dropped open in shock. "No fuckin way! You want ME to take it over there. Please don't make ME do it dude!" I protested. The Skinhead Construction Stud smiled at me devilishly as if was loving every minute of watching me squirm. "Hey cowboy, this is your rodeo. You want to be assistant foreman you gotta clean up your own messes". "But what if they freak on me?" I exclaimed. "Run", the Skinhead Construction Stud said with a smirk. "Don't worry about it bro. They probably don't even know. So GO........NOW".
Driving up to the house at Lot #142, I noticed the two older Romero brothers loading up their painting equipment in the back of their truck. Walking up to them I noticed they were much older than young Jose, probably in their late 20's. They were much rougher around the edges too. Victor was wearing spattered and worn white painter's pants and equally spattered work boots. He had long black hair pulled back into a braided pony tail and a thick black cholo goatee. His bare upper torso and was covered with evil wicked tattoos that all looked much like those David had gotten in prison. He had obviously done some hard time somewhere.
Sporting the same painter's pants and boots covered with various shades of paint splatter, the other brother Manolo was shaved bald and he had a short trimmed mustache and a thick goatee twisted into a needle point with beads on the end. He too bore his lightly haired deep brown Latin chest to the sun, but few tattoos covering him. Most prominent were a few teardrops tattooed to his face next to his eye and a gothic block lettered stomach banner that said ANGEL DE MUERTE. That would be "Angel Of Death". Nice. Both of them had a muscular wing torso builds and indeed were dudes I would not want mad at me.
When I stepped up to them I got a steely glare from both as if they were sizing me up. "I'm Shane. I have your check", I said as I approached them. Victor had a sneer as he gave me a begrudging nod. Manolo reached out for the check and gave me the same look of disdain. It didn't necessarily mean they hated me, a lot of the laborers out here were tired and wiped by the end of the day. Andy they didn't really care for management much. Victor stood there looking me over with his steely dark eyes as Manolo put the check in the truck. When the Angel Of Death returned Victor looked at him with a wise smile and made the jacking off gesture with his hand while motioning at me. "BOOTS", he said to his brother. They both nodded an chuckled at my expense. Jose had stepped out of the house with arm loads of drop cloths and caught my eye. He grinned briefly but then looked away.
"Jose say you like fucking heem in the ass", Manolo said in a thick Mexican drawl. I suddenly tensed up and went into defense mode. "Look guys I didn't know he was............". "You got some huevos Gringo. You fuck my leetle bro up the ass without my permission", Victor interrupted. Stepping up into my face with his nostrils flaring he growled. "We fuck his leetle puta ass too. But hees MY puta Gringo." He let out a laugh and pointed at Jose with a sneer. "Even my papi get my permission to fuck heem first". Manolo laughed hazingly at the young chico who stood behind them looking somewhat embarrassed and ashamed of the situation, but not that much.
Victor then motioned me to follow him. "Come on Gringo. Let's go in the casa. You're gonna be our puta now." I hesitated, "Look guys, I gotta get back to work. I can't........." "I wasn't asking Gringo!" Victor said growled with a deft shove. "Come on.......In the casa.............BOOTS". As I was went with the flow and was marched into the newly painted house, Manolo and Jose followed closely behind giggling. "We go upstairs", Victor pointed. As we began up to the second floor Manolo told Jose, "No, you stay down here and get this shit cleaned up. We call you when we want you!" My heart raced as the two sweating cholo thugs marched me to what I knew was going to be some rough payback.
I followed the tatted up Cholo Thug to the end of the hallway and into the master bedroom. "Over there", Manolo pointed toward the master bathroom. When we got there the Angel De Muerte grabbed his package and squeezed it hard with a dirty grunt. Victor grabbed my shoulder and pushed me down. "Get on your knees Gringo! Time to clean off my dirty pinga!" As my knees hit the bare plywood floor, the Cholo Thug pulled his painter's pants free and shoved them down, letting his lumbering uncut meat swing out. Manolo did the same as he stood behind me, one hand stroking his meat and the other grappling my shaved skull.
Jacking himself up to size, Victor laughed hazingly at me, "You ever eat Mexican dick cheese Gringo?" Stepping up to my face, he began slapping my nose with his raunchy dirty ripe tool. Pulling his foreskin back, the pungent odor of his cock just about made me faint, his head and inner skin covered with a yellowy white paste of rich smegma. "Come on Gringo, eat my dick cheese!", Victor ordered. Manolo holding my skull tightly, the Cholo Thug pushed and smeared his fat pasty pipe into my lips until I opened up and let him in. "Uuuuhhhhhh!", he grunted as my wet warm mouth enveloped his meat and began sucking and slurping on him.
After the first shock of the pungent male dick cheese I began enjoying the taste and turn on of running my tongue into and around his raunchy foreskin. I licked and swirled at his piss pucker, slathering my pig mouth all over his sweaty ripe tool. Sensing my rising passion for his cock the rough Mexican tat stud began shoving his 8" dick harder and forcing into my throat. "Ahhh, puta likes dick bro!", Victor said as the two Cholo's high fived and laughed. "Come over here and get some too bro"! he told Manolo, who followed around in front of me next to Victor.
I pulled off Victor and took the similar sized uncut Manolo mean into my mouth, savoring the rich ripe taste of his hairy tool. His foreskin was not packed with cheese like Victor but equally sweaty, grimy and even had a hint of ass-fuck flavor going on. "Uh yea BOOTS! You do give good head! We heard about you!" Manolo taunted as his hands grabbed my head tight and he began forcefully face fucking me with his thick Mexican beef.
Victor having stepped out of his painter's pants and kicked them aside stepped over behind me and pulled me up to a standing position and unbuttoned my 501's. The two of them shoved them down below my knees and bent me back over. The Cholo Thug was jacking his leaking cock and slapping my butt cheeks with it as I sucked the Angel De Muerte with enthusiasm. "My puta!", Victor said like a starved man looking at a hot meal as he grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them open wide to see my cunt. My shaved fuck hole impressed him. "You should see this shit bro! Gringo shave his leetle pussy for us!" Victor gave out an enthusiastic "IEEEE IEEE IEE IEEE! I love shaved pussy!"
Victor was now priming his hard 8" uncut fuck tool. He spit on his hand and ran his fingers into my smooth crack, now sweaty and wet with anticipation. "Nice and smooth Gringo." With little warning or romance he pushed the clean slippery mushroom head of his Mexican cock against my rosebud and opened my door bluntly. "Uuuhaaaa!" I moaned briefly as his fat meat pierced me open with a shock. "Don't stop sucking my dick!" Manolo growled as he gave my skull a stinging palm slap. Victor pulled back and then shoved his rubbery fat shaft balls deep into my hole with only the lubrication of my spit, a little sweat and precum sending a tearing blunt wave of pain through me. "OOwwww Ahhh Ahhh", I yelped again, my legs and knees shaking. "What's wrong Gringo? You never had Mexican dick up your ass before?" Manolo jeered as he and his brother laughed.
Cholo Thug then began butt-fucking me in deliberative hard bumps, slamming in hard and deep then pulling out slow, slamming in hard and deep, pulling out slow. Pulling out and letting my gate slam shut, he'd plunder through again and stretch it open with his fat hairy slide hammer. Luckily he didn't last long in his rough patch, falling into a faster glide for a moment before gripping my thighs with his palms tightly and squirting my gut full with warm soothing man juice. The rough tatted thug pumped his meat in and out me a couple more short times before resting his cock solid in my burning hole. I then felt a the stinging smack of his palm across my back as he slapped me with excitement. "IEEEE IEEE IEE MY PUTA! YOU'RE MY PUTA NOW!" he jeered.
Pulling his sloppy cock out of my dribbling aching fuck chute, the brother's high fived again. "Your turn now bro.", he said to the Angel De Muerte. Swapping places, Manolo saddled up to my well lubricated pucker as Victor stepped around in front of me again. While Manolo was playfully smearing the head of his cock in my cummy cream pie Victor said, "You better clean this shit off my dick Gringo!" He grabbed my head with one of his hands and shoved his filthy slimy fuck stick in my face again, guiding his cum and ass paste coated cock in my mouth. While my ass was not all that dirty when he fucked me, it wasn't that clean either. His cock was a mess and he demanded I clean it off so I followed his orders and began licking and sucking his spent meat clean while his brother slide his pipe into me.
Quickly Manolo was starting his fuck, a lot easier this time around with my hole already overflowing with slippery jizz. He was actually much better at it, clasping my torso with his hands and pulling me into him as he slid his cock in and out of me. His balls slapped against mine as his quick thrusts banged me with his might. Beginning to actually enjoy the Angel De Muerte's athletic fuck I began letting out moans of pleasure. "Ohhhh Uhhhh, Yeah......Yeah.....Fuck....Fuck Me", I mumbled as I continued cleaning the Cholo Thug's meat to a tee.
Soon Manolo began to moan, "Oh fucking puta! Yeah puta! I gonna cum in your pussy!" His body tensed up like a board as his warm spurts of seed flooded my sloppy nest. His athletic stiff body pumped against mine five distinct times as the sensation of trickles juice were running down my inner leg. Shaking at my knees I struggled to remain standing in my bent over position. Victor had stepped out of the room so I was on my own with Manolo. After he was done planting his seed, he pulled out and stepped around in front of me with his sloppy messy cock, shoving it in my face as his brother did. I dutifully sucked and slurped the cocktail of my ass slime and both of their cum from his tool thinking I was finally gonna be done paying my dues.
Just as I was getting him clean, Victor returned with Jose. "My little brother wants to fuck your ass too!" Shoving him into the bathroom toward me, the Young Butch Cholo smiled as if he had been given a prize. "Go ahead mijo, fuck heem!", Victor prodded in his deep Mexican drawl. As I stood bent over in the middle of the bathroom with cum leaking out of my hole I smiled at him and gave him a welcoming nod. It was likely the young buck didn't get to actually get to top very much with these guys around.
The Young Butch Cholo already had a raging hard-on as he stepped up behind me and let it loose from his tented painter's pants. Already foaming at the hole with cum lube, he was able to slide his nice thick 7" dick into me with ease. My hole was loose and opened up, sloppy thirds for his mounting. His hands clasping the sides of my torso he began short fast thrusts, blunt and a bit clumsy. He had obviously not done this much before and was a bit awkward in his delivery. "Go harder mijo! Slam heem like you have vengeance!" Victor encouraged. Manolo stepped over behind his baby brother and sandwiched himself behind the Young Butch Cholo, then began pushing him into me with both of their weight and thrust.
His movements and sliding meat in me felt so good from where this had all started. I was jacking off myself now and getting ready to blow. As the two brothers teamed their power together, I popped my cork and blew ropes of my juice all over the plywood sub flooring. I let out a breath of relief as the third of the Romero brothers pounded me raw. "Ohhh ohhhh ohhh!", Jose moaned "I gonna gum. My pinga cum!" The young one finally dumped his heavy loads of Mexican seed into me. His breaths were excited and rapid he continued, "Ohhhh Yeaah" Then he fell onto my back and continued pushing his softening dick in and out of my sloppy shitter. "Ooohhh BOOTS you get me off so good!" he said softly in my ear as he breathed heavily on my neck.
He then stood up and started to tuck his meat away. "No mijo. Make heem lick the shit off your pinga!" Victor coached. The Young Butch Cholo then stepped around in front of me. I had to change position and dropped to my knees to a kneel before the young dude to properly give him his due. I took his nice plump uncut tool in my mouth and gave his cock a first class suck and slurp. While their spunk streamed out of my hole and onto my bunched up 501's, my tongue slithered and tortured the young man's dick until he pulled away with a giggle. "You good at sucking BOOTS!", Jose said patting my head.
When I was finished up, the other two had put their pants back on and had been watching. Victor pulled a metal pipe from his pocket and packed a bowl of green bud while was tucking my own meat away and buttoning up my 501's. Angel De Muerte, Cholo Thug, their young brother Young Butch Cholo and I smoked a bowl together and got real high in the master bathroom of someone's future home. Having just gotten a wicked gangfuck of homosexual payback for my sins against the Romero brothers, I'd say my day was about complete and these people's house was no longer a virgin.
After we all plodded down the stairs Victor paused by the front door and waited for me and the other two to gather around. "Gringo you got big huevos", he said patting me on the shoulder. "Amigos?" he offered as he held out his hand to shake mine. Feeling a wave of warm fuzzies that overcame the wet cold slimies between my ass cheeks I shook his hand. "Right on Gringo. You just remember you gotta pay to use my puta", Victor said with a hazing laugh as we all piled out the door in to the piercing sunlight. "I think I can live with that", I replied as we all nodded and smiled before breaking up the party.
When I got back to the office trailer, the Skinhead Construction Stud was sitting at his desk going over some paperwork. "Well how'd it go? You been gone a while. I was about to come check on ya." Seeing he was having a hard time containing his laughter I said, "How the fuck do you think it went? My ass is pounded and dripping and my mouth tastes like three Mexicans." David broke out in a gut slapping belly laugh that went on for a good minute or two before he finally calmed down. I just stood there waiting for him to stop. "Nice bro. Way to care. Don't worry about me getting gang fucked by a bunch of cholos" I chided him.
"Well if I can stay with you again tonight, why don't we get out of here so I can help you out with that asshole of yours," he said with a devilish grin. "Nothing 30 minutes of my nice warm tongue couldn't cure." My dick instantly throbbed to size. Damn did this stud know where my buttons were. I took him up on the offer and we were off to my apartment in a cloud of diesel dust.
To be continued.