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[ Article crossposted from alt.sex.stories ] [ Author was Marc Enke ] [ Posted on Wed, 24 Aug 1994 03:24:23 GMT ]
Part 1 of this story contains graphic depictions of male-to-male sex. The central character of this fictional work is a 16-year- old, and, in Part 1, all but one of the other characters are adults 18 years of age or older. It is presented as a fantasy only and is not intended to encourage or condone such acts. It simply provides an erotic stimulus for those seeking such stimuli.
This is an entirely fictional work. The author knows of no such persons as depicted in this story in reality. Such persons probably do not exist -- nor should they.
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My Summer on the Survey Crew
by Marc Enke
Part 1: Steve Joins the Crew
It all started this last April when I turned 16. Actually I'd been hitting up my dad for a car for two years. And now that I had my license, I wanted one bad.
So my dad kept saying, "Steve. If you want a car, you're going to have to earn enough money to buy a used one and keep it up." He said, "I'll help with the insurance and stuff, but you have to buy it and run it."
Now just how is a 16-year-old kid going to get enough money to buy even a used car? I'd made some money mowing lawns and doing odd jobs around the neighborhood, but never enough to buy a car! So, I finally sucked in my pride and went to my dad.
"Would you help me find a job where I can make some real money?" I asked.
You should have seen the gleam in his eye when I said that! It was like I had just won the state wrestling championship or something. And then he got that little mischievous grin on his face that made me know he was up to something.
"How would you like to work for George?" he replied. "You know. He's the supervisor for the survey crew that's doing the survey for the new highway. And I bet he really could use an extra hand."
Well, George and my dad went way back. They were in college together, where they were fraternity brothers and roommates for three years. George and my dad are still best friends. They went fishing and spent a lot of time away from home together. Sometimes I think they are more than just friends.
-o-
I agreed. I went for the interview and George told me he had just the right crew to put me on. "You look like you're in pretty good shape, Steve. Do you work out?" George asked as I was leaving.
"Yeah, I'm on the wrestling team."
"Really! I was on the wrestling team when I was in high school. What weight class are you in?" George asked. ".... About 142 or 148?"
"The 155 class."
"Holy shit, kid! Where in the hell are you hiding the weight? You must be all muscle." And then George added, "... one little stud muffin."
That made me blush. Yeah, I was 5'10" and in good shape but I never considered myself to be a stud muffin. And no adult had ever called me that....
When George saw me blush he just laughed, "Don't worry kid. I'm not going to rape you... Yet."
I went completely red on that "Yet," but at the same time my dick started getting hard just thinking of the possibilities. I could feel it slowly lengthen down the inside of the shorts I had hastily put on for this meeting. I quickly tried to place my hands in front of my crotch before he saw what he was doing to me.
This only made him laugh louder, "You are definitely your father's son. Let's go talk to my crew foreman, Billy."
Barely able to crock out, "Yeah, let's do," George placed his hand on my shoulder -- pushing me slowly toward the door.
I was just hoping he would put me on a crew that I could get along with okay. I met the crew foreman. His name was Billy. I was amazed when I saw him. Billy was only about 25 years old, but he had graduated with honors from engineering school and was a fully-qualified surveyor.
But more than that, Billy was really handsome. He had dark brown hair and a face that melted my heart. He was built like a hard working man. Powerful arms, shoulders, legs -- powerful everything. His shoulder length hair was very well kept. He was the kind of man I dreamed about. He reminded me a lot of Dean Cain -- you know -- the new Superman.
Billy gave me a very appreciative look over. I guess he liked what he saw, because he turned to George and said, "Yeah. Steve will work out okay. When will he start?"
I looked at the supervisor with a very eager expression. I wanted my car now. But George replied, "We can't work him until he gets out of school. When is that Steve?"
"We get out the Friday before Memorial Day. Can I start then?" I asked.
"Yeah." George turned to Billy and grinned, "Be ready for him that next Tuesday. He'll be an apprentice, so you'll have to show him all the ropes." Then he turned to me and said, "You know this job isn't easy, and you may have to do some things you've never dreamed about doing, but you'll be well paid. And you'll soon get enough money for that car you want -- if you save your money right."
I gulped. What did that mean? Would I be bitten by a snake? Would they make me perch on the side of cliffs? Would it be dangerous?
Was it possible that he really might rape me? I wanted a car, so I agreed.
-o-
School was finally over, and I reported to work the Tuesday after Memorial Day.
There were three other guys in our crew, and I was, of course, the youngest.
John was a 20-year-old engineering student. He was tall -- 6' 5". And he, too, was built like an athlete. He was a swimmer, and he looked like he had already hit the pool right after Easter. His tan was as good as mine ever gets, even at the end of the summer.
Tim was 19. He ran track. And his body showed that he worked out almost as much as I did for the wrestling team.
The other apprentice was Sean. Sean was 17 and had been a teammate in the 148 pound class the year before. He didn't join the wrestling team this year because, he said, he wanted to have fun his senior year. Sean grinned at me when I walked in the room. He reminds me a lot of the guy who plays Jason Quartermain on General Hospital.
"Hey Steve! Are you on our crew? Great!" he said. I figured he was just glad to have a friend on the crew. I knew I was! But the glimmer in his eye told me that he remembered our workouts and how hard my dick got when I was practicing with him.
That was the only problem I ever have with wrestling. Any time I wrestle a really hunky guy I'll spring a boner. Most of the time my jock strap keeps it hidden, but every once and a while the damn thing comes out, pushing my cock into whatever part of my opponent's body that was near it. A lot of times that's enough to break my opponent's concentration -- giving me an edge. And more than once it's brought an invitation from my opponent to go fuck after the wrestling meet or tournament.
A lots of times working out with Sean it happened. Sean would continue as nothing was unusual, except he would be more aggressive in his moves toward my legs -- and he would grin a lot after the match. I had always wished we could get something going between us.
"Yeah," I said. "It's good to see you man!"
Billy picked up the conversation: "Okay guys. We're all here. Let's get a move on."
I made sure my lunch box got in the back, and we climbed into the Ford King Cab pickup. Sean and Tim made me sit between them in the back, and Billy made John drive.
During the ride to the survey site, I started getting really horny. Here was my former teammate Sean and this hunky Tim sitting on either side of me. Both of them wore tight jeans -- just like everybody on the crew -- but they wore half-cut, tank- top shirts that showed their pecs and biceps and abs. Seeing them like that made my dick stir in my tight 501's.
Tim spread his knees apart, pressing his leg against mine. Then Sean did the same thing. They kept putting pressure on both my legs through the entire, sometimes bumpy ride. And, of course, the blood pumped even harder to my dick. If this ride didn't end pretty soon I was sure my dick was going to bust the inside leg seam of my jeans right there.
We finally got to the first site. Billy explained that we'd be surveying a field that was deep in the woods, about 200 yards from the road. And he wanted me to carry the water cooler. Sean toted the other heavy stuff and we started walking into the woods.
Billy led the way through the dense forest, cutting down a path for the rest of us. John followed, but Tim kept pretty close to him. At one point the path widened enough so John and Tim could walk side by side.
I couldn't believe my eyes! John reached over wrapped his arm around Tim's shoulder and pulled him close. And he whispered something in Tim's ear. But when he finished whispering, he didn't just bring his hand back -- he let it drop to Tim's ass -- and he gave it a squeeze!
During the entire time, Tim's hand was resting on John's ass -- rubbing it playfully. I watched in amazement as John moved his fingers up and down Tim's well-defined ass crack. Tim's jeans were so tight and form fitting, his ass really showed well. They were smiling and glancing at each other as they made their way behind Billy.
Their pace slowed and Sean and I started to catch up with them. Sean looked over at me and grinned, "You're gonna get a good education this summer, Steve." I just blushed. Man, what was I getting into?
John turned his head and looked back at Sean. Tim looked at me.
"Yeah," Tim smiled. "You're gonna see just how hard this job can be."
I thought back. Dad had set all this up. He was George's frat brother. And Dad had often talked about all the fun his fraternity had. This crew was made up of only the hunkiest guys I'd ever seen. Was that an accident?
We finally came to the field we were to survey. Billy told Sean to go with John over on one side of the field. I was supposed to go with Tim over to the other side and wait for instructions. Billy wanted the sextants and the water cooler with him, so we left the equipment and moved to our positions.
As Tim and I walked to the far edge of the field we didn't say much. But when we got there he turned and looked deep into my eyes. My mouth opened. I wanted to say something, but wasn't sure just what to say.
"They won't be ready for us for about 30 minutes," Tim said. "Why don't we work on our tans?" With that he pulled his shirt over his shoulders and started to unbutton his jeans.
What was happening? As his jeans came off I noticed his blue and red Speedos. He may have been a track guy, but he wore the uniform of a swimmer. He laid down on the ground, and as he did, he reached between his legs and adjusted his cock and balls. My mouth hung open as I stared at his bold and bronzed body.
He had one of the best bodies, I've ever seen. I thought some of the guys on the wrestling team were built, but Tim's body was great. The best parts were his ass and legs. He had one of those classic bubble-butts -- the type that is very hard to keep your hands away from -- you just want to caress those globes.
"Come on," he said. "Let's take advantage of this break. There aren't many of them."
"Okay," I mumbled as I pulled my t-shirt over my head and began unbuttoning my jeans. "I've got a problem though," I said. "I don't wear briefs when I wear jeans. Maybe I should from now on, huh?"
Tim grinned. "Yeah. I noticed that wet spot there on your leg." Sure enough he had seen the pre-cum that was beginning to ooze out of my hardening cock. "It's okay. It's just us guys out here. Nobody lives or works here. You can get naked if you want to."
I sat down on the ground next to him and lifted my hips to pull down my 501's. I peeled them off slowly, looking for a reaction from Tim. When Tim spotted my dick, it was almost as hard as it ever gets. Tim giggled as it slapped up against my stomach. Tim quickly pulled his Speedos down over his knees and feet, putting them over beside him. His cock was also hard and ready. He began to stroke his 8-inch, circumcised cock. His fist moved up and down on his rigid shaft with a powerful rhythm. Yes. A drop of pre-cum glistened over Tim's dick slit.
"Gawd, I need this," he said in a husky voice. "It's been almost 8 hours since I had my last release. Why don't you join me?"
Gawd, his cock looked hot. My own 7-inch dick was doing a dance just looking at his body and cock. Slowly, I wrapped my hand around my dick. My hand began to match strokes with his. I watched his cock intently as we both made love to our man meat.
Tim switched hands and moved his free hand over to my stomach. He felt of my washboard abdominal muscles. I moaned as his hand slowly but firmly descended to my crotch. At first, he rubbed my pubes, making sure I knew his hand was not there by accident. I kept moaning, and slowly my hand touched his hand and pushed it to my hard cock. Taking this as complete approval, he firmly gripped my dick.
As he grabbed my dick I released it and moved my hand over to his chest. I watched his nipples tighten as I pinched one of them -- gently at first -- and then with more and more pressure. My hand moved firmly down to his stomach.
Neither one of us wanted to feel weak to the other. I wanted to impress this 19 year old. I wanted him to know that the three years he had on me was not enough to make a difference -- that I was as strong as he was and that I wanted to do this right.
He stroked my cock with the same rhythm he had stroked his own. But when he reached the top, he paused to run his thumb over my cock head and feel the pre-cum that had formed there. Then his hand stroked back down to the base.
He did this for a few strokes before I too grabbed his dick. I matched his strokes and worked his dick with rhythm and strength. I also paused at the head of his cut cock to feel of his slippery pre-cum. All the while my eyes moved quickly from his cock to my cock to his eyes and back.
Tim smiled and released my dick. He slowly and deliberately raised his hand to his mouth, where he stuck out his tongue and licked his thumb. My pre-cum glistened on his thumb! And he wanted to taste it! His thumb glided between his lips, and I could see his tongue moving all over it.
Since I love the taste of pre-cum as well, I ran my finger over his wet cock head and retrieved a good amount of his pre- cum. He grinned as I sucked it off of my thumb. Yes. I liked the taste of his pre-cum too. His pre-cum tasted creamy with a slight salty taste.
As if that was the signal Tim had been waiting for, he rolled over on his side facing me. But he continued on. He lifted his powerful body and moved over on top of me. And pressed his weight down on top of my slender frame.
Our eyes immediately met. I showed no caution or objection. In fact, I was still grinning. My mouth opened. And he moved his lips close to mine. His beautiful long tongue moved between his teeth and pressed onto my lips. And then descended into my mouth.
I pushed my tongue past his and our lips locked to each other -- bonding as if they were meant to be that way forever.
My hands moved from his shoulders down his strong back and sides. I loved the feel of his muscles as they rippled with pleasure. My hands continued down to his ass and squeezed and pulled and kneaded his tight and powerful ass muscles that had been developed through years of running distance track.
He started grinding his hips. His rigid dick lay next to mine as it pushed firmly and rhythmically up and down the muscles of my thin abdomen. The friction between our stomachs made our cocks pulse. My hips humped up to meet his every thrust, making even more pressure our cocks.
After a minute or two he broke our passionate kiss and began running his tongue down my chest and stomach to my throbbing and leaking cock. He licked his lips as he again tasted my pre-cum. And then in one motion he completely engulfed my 7-inches into his mouth and throat. I let out a load moan as I felt his throat muscles caress and milk my throbbing cock. It had been a long time since anything had felt this good. His tongue caressed the underside of my swollen dick head, sending waves of pleasure down my shaft to my throbbing balls.
My balls tightened. I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted this to last as long as possible. All I could do was thrash back and forth, moaning. I was so caught up in my own pleasure, I didn't notice that Tim had swung around -- and his own dick was waiting at my mouth. It was gently hovering directly above me. It was so close I could feel the heat against my mouth, and smell Tim's pungent male scent. This would be fun.
Eagerly, my tongue reached up to lick his cock head, looking for more of his pre-cum that I gotten so little of moments before. I give his dick head a big long lick and was rewarded with more of his delicious pre-cum along with a moan from Tim. I could feel that moan surround my mouth-captured cock, causing me to moan in response with a shudder of pleasure. I dug my tongue as far as I could into his cock slit looking for more of his pre- cum. This caused him to moan louder which sent more shudders through my body.
After finding all of his available pre-cum I put my hands on his ass. He lowered his dick so I could lick up and down its shaft. I tongued his balls and he matched my licks with his tongue on my testicles. I moved a hand around and grabbed his cock and pointed it to my mouth. With the other hand I squeezed his ass, and he lowered his man-meat into my mouth.
Tim's cock pushed half way in, and then he pulled out and back in again as he started fucking my face. And I matched the grinding of my hips up into his mouth. We soon became a fucking machine -- humping each other's faces with all the energy we could. I saw his balls tighten and his ass start to quiver. It was building. I knew I would soon feel the release of his load.
"Oh, man, I'm about to come," Tim shouted. With that he took one last lunge -- sending his entire cock into my waiting mouth. The first load landed at back of my throat. Pulling his dick out of my mouth, the second shot puddled on my face. The third landed on my tongue as he humped it back into my mouth. His cum was better than his pre-cum. I loved his thick, sweet load as it washed over my tongue.
Tim released his mouth lock on my dick just in time for it to pump a couple of shots onto his face and mouth. The third landed on his tongue, and the fourth shot in an arc and landed on my stomach.
Tim quickly moved his tongue to my quivering stomach to retrieve the lost load. As soon as he finished, he pivoted again and our tongues met. Again we locked lips, moving our tongues back and forth and across each other's in deep passion.
He broke the kiss long enough to lick up some of his come on my face and then presented it to my waiting tongue. Not wanting to waste any of my cum either, I moved my tongue to the puddle that still clung below his eye and scooped it up. Then Tim's greedy tongue plunged again into my mouth -- mingling the last bit of my come with his.
From across the field we heard the voice of Billy. "Hey Tim!" he shouted. "We're ready for your side!"
Tim scrambled off of me and grabbed the stick. He quickly found the corner marker and placed the stick above it. I was dazed. I couldn't move. Tim looked off into the distance and waved at Billy. He looked down at me. "We got to get back to work, Steve," was all he said. No thank you -- no nothing. Everything was just like it was supposed to be.
I climbed to my feet and stood next to Tim. From half way across the field, Billy was waving his hand. Tim moved the stick a few inches and waited. It wasn't for a few minutes that I noticed that Billy -- across the field -- was looking into his sextant and instead of writing on his notepad, he was rubbing between his legs. And then I remembered that Tim and I were still naked with our dicks still half hard.
Tim said, "I guess we'd better get some clothes on or Billy will keep us down here all day." And with that he handed me the stick and pulled his Speedos back up his legs and adjusted his cock and balls. I handed him the stick back and pulled my jeans back on.
After a few minutes of intense learning about surveying, I got curious about something else.... "Tim," I said. "Why do you wear swimming trucks under your jeans. Is there something I should know about?"
"It's no big deal," Tim replied. "There are lots of times when we have to survey around a lake or stream. We never know when that might be, so I wear my Speedos most of the time. Besides, I like the way they tug at my dick when I'm working. Of course," he continued, "when we need to survey around a crowded lake, you can just keep your jeans on when you wade in. When you get sopping wet you can put on a show for all the girls that might be there."
"Oh, I don't care much about the girls..." I responded. "I mean, I love to see anybody turned on by looking at my body, but I'd much rather give other guys the hots for my hard, young muscles."
We continued to talk about girls and guys and what makes them horny. Tim gave me a few pointers about how to walk and talk to impress guys as much as girls. Before long we were talking like old buddies.
Within a half an hour Billy waved again and Tim and I proceeded back to the middle of the field.
As we got nearer to Billy we saw that he had turned and was watching the other end of the field intently. He had his eyes on Sean and John. They, too, had taken advantage of the break as Sean was fucking John's ass furiously.
Billy said, "Pick up that cooler. Let's see what those guys are doing."
I grabbed the cooler and walked between Billy and Tim. Billy put his arm around my struggling shoulders and pulled me close as we walked.
"We don't have as much hard work to do as George thinks," Billy explained. "A lot of what we do out here is just fun. And we get paid very well while we're doing it, too. This field looks like it might take a couple of days to survey properly," he grinned.
Sean saw us coming and grinned. And then I noticed....
Sean's ass was tanned! Yeah. So was Tim's! Of course, there was a distinct tan line around the waist of each of them, but their asses weren't the creamy white that mine was. Gawd, that turned me on! That meant.... That meant the sun saw their asses often! Cool!
As we stood next to the Sean-and-John fucking machine, Billy pulled his shirt over his head and yanked on his zipper. He had Speedos on as well. He walked over in front of John and knelt, putting his hands on John's head and running his fingers through John's hair. He pressed his nylon covered basket onto John's open mouth. John responded by extending his tongue to trace the form of Billy's hardening cock.
John grabbed the top of Billy's Speedos and began to tug them down his hips. With each tug, my eyes widened. Billy's ass was tanned too! John paused in his work -- letting Billy's full basket feel the added pressure of his sagging trunks. I could see all of Billy's brown pubic hair above his dick -- and even that little dimple just above his cock. Billy looked delicious!
Billy's trunks started to show the effects of John's saliva - they were becoming very wet. And a small spot of pre-cum showed up on his trunks at the end of his dick. I couldn't believe how big Billy's dick was getting.
Sean continued slamming his cock into John's ass as John worshipped Billy's cock. Every fifteen seconds or so Sean lightly slapped John's ass as he pounded into John's asshole -- sending a wave of passion through John all the way to his tongue. Billy moaned each time.
Finally, after what seemed like five minutes, John tugged Billy's trunks down to his knees and Billy's cock swung free. If Billy had one inch he had 12! That's right! A fucking foot long dick! But it was slender -- only about an inch and a half wide -- very much like mine and Tim's.
While Tim and I were watching this action, Tim had moved behind me. His hands wrapped around my stomach loosely at first - - getting a good feel of my washboard abs. I felt his jeans- covered cock press against my ass. I pushed my ass back to meet his groin.
Soon his hands started moving all over my torso. He pinched my nipples -- one at a time -- and they responded by become hard and tight. I flexed my pecs gently so he would be more impressed with my toned body.
I thought he was going to whisper something in my ear, but he didn't. His tongue darted all around my ear -- oh, so delicately. And then he passionately pushed his tongue directly in the center. My cock leaped inside my jeans. Gawd, this man knew how to turn me on!
Within seconds his hands darted to the buttons on my jeans. He practically ripped them off as he opened my 501's freeing my cock once again that morning. It's a good thing Levi's makes them tough, or I'd have been looking for buttons in this bent-over, tall grass. I pushed my tight jeans down my legs and stepped out of them.
Tim kept one hand on my chest and the other hand stroked the length of my very hard, up-turned dick. And he continued Frenching my ear.
As John pulled Billy's trunks off, Tim broke his hold on me and moved around on the opposite side of Sean -- offering his jeans-covered mound to Sean's waiting open mouth. Then Sean did something I'd never seen anyone do. He began unbuttoning Tim's jeans with his teeth and tongue. One at a time they popped open with what seemed like very little effort. Tim and Sean both tugged at Tim's jeans and Speedos and brought them both down with one swift motion. Tim's cock slapped up against his stomach.
Sean grabbed Tim's dick and slid it into his mouth. Tim ran his fingers through Sean's golden hair and began to fuck Sean's throat.
My right hand stroked my dick furiously. This sight was just too good to be true! My new found friends were all fucking hard. My left hand wandered around to my ass. I probed my ass, finding my ass hole with my middle finger. I pushed just slightly -- sending passion throughout my body.
Billy spotted my movements. "Sean," he said in a deep, throaty voice. "Go fuck your friend." With that Billy backed away from John's mouth and waddled around to get behind John's ass. Tim dropped down on his back and slid up underneath John -- taking John's hard cock between his lips.
Was Billy going to be able to stick all of his foot-long dick up John's ass?
I dropped down to my knees and kissed Sean's 6 and a half inch cock. The taste of his pre-cum was intoxicating. And the smell of his 17-year-old manhood mixed with his perspiration made me dizzy. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back up to meet him face to face.
This gorgeous older boy who I had so often admired looked deep into my eyes. There was no smile on his face. His slightly- parted lips quivered as if he wanted to speak, but no words came. His arms wrapped around me and my hands grasped his shoulder blades and the small of his back. Our groins met and pressed hard against each other. And then we kissed.
I thought he was going to suck the breath right out of me. No one has ever kissed me so passionately! He ran his tongue around my teeth and across the top of my mouth -- exploring every small part of my mouth. In turn I massaged and kneaded his ass checks, sending chills up his spine and through to his quivering tongue.
Our lips parted and Sean turned his face to whisper, "I want to fuck you." He paused, not knowing what my reaction would be. Then Tim added, "... and then I want you to fuck me."
I held him even tighter -- hugging him and squeezing him -- telling him "Yes! Yes!" with each hard contraction of my arm muscles.
I dropped down on the grass, finding a spot that had been flattened. I wanted to see his face as he slid his dick up my ass, so I reached for his hands and pulled him down on top of me.
Again our lips met. And we passionately and deeply explored each other's mouths with our tongues.
Sean lifted his chest from mine and I pulled my trim but muscular 16-year-old legs so that they rested on Sean's shoulders. He spat on his hand and reached down and stroked his dick to lubricate it. He gazed at my waiting ass and pointed his cock toward it. I watched his eyes intently as he lusted for my ass hole which was about to be his.
As the head of his dick pressed against my opening, I looked into his eyes....
"Fuck me, Sean. Fuck my hot asshole! You know I want it. Fuck me."
I could feel the head of his hard cock pressing against my ass opening. As his dick head touched my ass ring, I could feel it open and close on the tip.
"Oh gawd, Steve, your ass is kissing my cock. It feels great!"
He started pushing his dick into my ass, slowly at first, then when his cock head went in, he pushed harder. I was so tight his dick began to bend a little. Just when I thought he was going to give up, he took a big lunge, his cock head burst through my sphincter. I let out a yelp as I felt my ass ring close around his cock head. Thank God, he just let it rest there for a minute, allowing my ass to get used to his rock hard fuck tool.
After my ass got used to his cock, he started to push more of his cock into my ass. I reached between us to find out how much of his cock was in me. As my hand got to my ass, I could feel Sean's pubic hair brushing my ass cheeks. I placed my hard on his hard cock. It felt as if it had grown in diameter. He stopped pushing forward when he felt my hand wrap around the last two inches of his cock. I finally had Sean's cock up my hungry ass. He slowly started pulling out, taking my hand with it. He stopped pulling out when his cock head was back to my ass ring, then again pushed it back in to where my hand stopped him from going farther. Over and over again - he would slowly withdraw his hot cock, and then just as slowly send it back into my ass. I let go of his hot cock to allow him to push it fully into my hot ass. As soon as I released his dick he plunged the last two inches into my fuck hole.
Soon he was fucking in and out of my ass, slapping my balls with his stomach. With each thrust both he and I would moan. It didn't hurt at all.
I wanted all of Sean's cock deep within me. I curled my ass upward with each of Sean's downward thrusts. I panted and moaned, "Fuck me, Sean. Fuck me!"
When I could understand his words all I heard him cry was "Oh, Steve.... Fuck.... Yeah.... Fuck...."
He leaned way over and kissed my forehead - pushing my legs into my chest and making my ass feel even looser but my stomach muscles tighten. I turned my head upward and his tongue plunged into my open mouth. I was getting fucked in the ass and in the mouth at the same time by one of the most handsome boys in the county. I was in heaven.
As he straightened back up I saw that the other three crew members had surrounded us and were watching us intently. They each had their cocks in both of their hands and were stroking them furiously.
John knelt down behind Sean. I felt John spread Sean's legs as the angle into my ass was adjusted. Suddenly Sean stopped fucking me. He turned his head and smiled at John.
"Yeah, John, fuck my tight little ass!" Sean turned back to me and grinned.
I tried to hold my position, but the feeling of Sean's cock thrusting in and out of my ass and his cock head pressing against my prostate had just been too good. My ass continued to curl up to meet his now stationary pelvis.
"Umpf!" he moaned, as John's cock entered his ass. John's entry was much faster and more forceful that Sean's entry had been into me.
"Yeah! Fuck the shit out of me, you cocksucker!" Sean cried. "I want your fucking dick!"
The weight against my ass grew quickly, and I curled up harder to give Sean some support. Soon John was plunging his cock in and out of Sean's ass -- and Sean continued thrusting in and out of my hot hole.
Billy knelt on one side of me and Tim on the other. I used both my free hands to run my fingers between their legs and quickly took hold of their testicles. I pulled at them and alternately cupped them and pressed them hard. My hands moved behind and up their ass cracks and found their ass holes -- both at the same time.
"Fuck those asses!" Billy shouted from above me. "Pound the shit out of them! Make Steve feel booth of your cocks all the way up to his throat!"
As I pulled Billy's and Tim's asses toward us, Tim and Billy began slapping Sean's face with their hard cocks. Sean opened his mouth wide, hoping to get as much of their dicks into his mouth as he could. Sean hungrily lapped at each one as it came by his out-stretched tongue. I continued my probing and squeezing of their asses.
"I'm cumming," Tim whispered. "I'm gonna shoot."
Sean focused his efforts on Tim's cock. Tim pulled one spurt of semen out of his cock which landed on Sean's tongue. Sean ran his cum-covered tongue around on his lips and swallowed. The second squirt landed squarely on my chest in a puddle.
"Fuck! Take this shot Sean!" said Billy, as his balls tightened and his cock began to shoot. Gawd, the man had more cum than I'd ever seen. Once, then twice. Billy's streams of cum shot onto the side of Sean's face and into Sean's golden hair. A third shot spurted all the way over and landed on Tim's stomach on the other side of me! A fourth spurt landed next to Tim's puddle on my chest. And the final wad again landed on Sean's waiting and eager tongue.
I squeezed my ass muscles and felt Sean shudder. During the whole time John had been pounding him, he had never once softened any at all.
"Oh yeah," Sean moaned. He backed out of my ass and began stroking both of our cocks together. Up and down he stroked, building more passion out of each of us. Within three pulls of our cocks, we both began to cum.
I came first, sending cum all across my body. Then Sean came, adding to the puddles on my stomach and chest and face. Our spurts came in synchronized rhythm as one massive load was shot after the other.
I heard John: "Move your ass, Sean." Sean moved out of the way and John waddled up, sending load after load up and onto my stomach. Sean's hair and mouth caught some of John's man-seed. "Ahhhh, yeah....," moaned John.
Thoroughly spent, the crew one by one fell down on me -- rubbing my stomach and chest with their hands and bodies. Each of them moved so that their tongues could reach a cum puddle on my chest or stomach or face. And each of them lapped up all the cum they could reach. Within a few moments they one by one came and inserted their tongues into my open and eager mouth -- sharing the collected fuck juice with me -- mingling it all on my tongue and in my mouth.
By the time they were through, both Sean and I were clean.
But I spotted one more puddle ... the one that still clung to Tim's stomach. I raised my head and eagerly and lovingly lapped up the last remaining part of Billy's fuck fluid.
One by one the men climbed to their feet. Finally, Billy extended his hand to me with a look of pure satisfaction on his face.
"You, my young apprentice, are going to fit in on this crew very nicely," Billy said. "I think we're all going to be proud of your work."
"Here! Here!" cheered the others. Sean slapped me on the ass and reminded, "And I still need that cock of yours up my ass. Don't forget!"
How could I forget? If I hadn't cum so hard, I'd fuck him right then and there.
But Billy said, "There will be time for that Sean. Don't you worry! But, we've got to get some surveying done today. Let's get our lunch and then get back to work."
We had spent all morning fucking. I guess it was time to do what we were getting paid to do....
I learned a lot about surveying that afternoon. These guys were fast but deliberate. And once we got down to business, and with Billy's and John's expert and clear directions, the task went along quickly.
At about 4:30, we climbed back into the truck and rode back to the office. It was late and Billy dismissed us as he headed in to make his report.
I headed home -- exhausted but happy. I needed a shower, and as soon as I entered the door, I told Mom "Hi," and headed for my bathroom. I peeled of my clothes and turned on the shower and relaxed under it for at least half and hour -- letting the aches and pains just melt away. (My family never closes the bathroom doors when we take showers. Mom says the steam will peal the wall paper.)
Just as I was getting ready to turn off the water, I heard my Dad calling from the hallway. "Steve!" he said.
"Dad!"
"George said you did great for your first day! George said Billy was really impressed with your first day," Dad said, getting closer to me. He was in the bathroom already.
I blushed. "Yeah. It was pretty good. And real hard work," I offered.
As I turned the water off Dad pulled back the curtain. Dad was beaming. "I'm proud of you, Steve," he said. "But I have one question for you.... How come your ass is sunburned?"
With that he turned and left the bathroom and practically ran down the hall. But I could still see the grin on his face when he said that.
I couldn't speak. And maybe Dad didn't need an answer.... Maybe Billy gave a full report....
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END OF PART ONE
This story is not over. Steve still has much to experience and much to learn. There is a separate chapter for each of the rest of the days of Steve's first work week. And still more awaits near the end of his second week at work.
And, of course, if Steve reaches his goal of buying a car at the end of the summer, much needs to be said about that.
While the outline is already in place, I'm taking suggestions for plot development. Let me know what you think should happen....
My special thanks to Rob Simac who served as a willing and able editor.
And watch for "Day Two: The Heat Wave Begins."
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