DISCLAIMER: This is just a story. As far as I know, it didn't happen to anyone I know of. That's not to say it's never happened. I just wasn't lucky enough to know about it - or be involved. I will warn those of you who don't like raunch or watersports and are looking for one of my more 'romantic' stories that this is no 'romance'. OK, there is a romance, eventually. (This is me writing, after all!) But a raunchy one! It is about guys who care about each other and have sex with each other. If that offends you, I feel really sorry for you. And the fact that some of these guys are related to each other is probably going to drive you 'round the bend.' Too fucking bad! Open your mind - expand your horizons - take off your clothes - grab some lube and enjoy yourself!
THE CONSTRUCTION WORKER'S SON - Part 3 by RimPig (c) 2002
There we stood, me with my cock up Joe's ass and Randy with is cock up mine! BUSTED!!! Dad stood there rubbing his hard cock and grinning a very horny grin. I knew that he was just figuring which hole he'd like to plug that monster into. I have to admit, I sure hoped it was mine!
"I should dock your all's pay for fucking around. But I think I know a better way of dealing with this situation. You've got three seconds to get a cock up my ass and my cock in an ass! Now, MOVE!!!" Dad yelled like a Marine Corps drill sergeant.
We must have looked like the Three Stooges trying to uncouple from each other and get ourselves into position for Dad. I was quick so I was able to run over and back myself right onto his hard meat. The quarts of Randy's cum dripping out of my ass made sliding down Dad's monster pole easy. Joe, on the other hand, got around behind Dad and started licking his butt- trench out getting his hole ready for penetration. Randy just stood there looking like a lost sheep. He wasn't sure where he was supposed to plug into this horny group. I looked up and, taking pity on him, grabbed him by the cock and pulled him into my mouth. I love the taste of my own ass on some guy's cock and the additional taste treat of Randy's cum from my butt was appreciated.
My Dad reached his hands down as I bent over to take Randy's cock and grabbed hold of my shoulders with his rough hands. He kneaded my shoulder muscles for a moment and then using them, pulled me back so that his cock was buried in my hole as far as it would go. I love the feeling of his hard cock in my ass. And the fact that it was Dad's cock always added to the pleasure. I felt Dad lean over my back, so I figured that he was giving Joe more access to his butt to allow Joe's tongue to eat further up his hole. I knew the feeling of that tongue and, if I hadn't had Dad's cock in there already, would have felt jealousy that Joe's talented tongue wasn't up my butt!
After a few moments of Dad and Joe moaning over the rim job, I felt Dad trying to push farther up my ass and figured that Joe was dicking Dad's butt with his thick cock. Sure enough, I started to feel the fuck rhythm of Joe's cock sliding in and out of my Dad's shit chute, allowing Dad to start pounding my butt. In the mean time, I was deep-throating Randy's cock again and he had hold of my ears and was face-fucking me just like he had done to Joe. I was really getting off on this - watching a guy's groin coming at you and his cock going into your mouth just like it was a cunt or ass! You get the feeling of being used real up-close and personal! And I loved it!!!
We were all sweating like pigs and the smell of mansweat, crotch odor and butt funk surrounded us like a cloud. I was in sniff-pig heaven! Certainly the gamey odor of Randy's crotch alone would have been enough to put me there, but the combination of four guys all fucking at the same time was almost more than I could take. Well...that and Dad's fuck-stick pounding up my butt- hole where I felt it belonged. Dad's cock could hit my trigger every time it shoved it's way up my chute. And I never had to jack off while he was fucking me. I was guaranteed to cum just from the fucking he gave me every time!
"Fuck, yeah! Rape my manhole while I fuck the ass off my boy!" Dad yelled as Joe obliged him. "Hot boy-hole and hot cock up my fuckin' hole! Fuck, yeah! Fuckin' pound my hole you motherfucker! Shoot your hot load up my ass!"
"I'll fuck the ass right off you, fucker! I'll shove this goddamned cock so far up your shit-hole you'll taste my fuckin' load in the back of your throat!" Joe yelled back.
It was obvious that this dirty talk was getting to all of us. I could feel the pounding in my ass intensify which I knew was caused by Joe's increased pounding of my Dad's ass. Randy, too, began to power-fuck my face with his thick cock, moaning all the while. Even though three of us had just cum, it was clear that none of us was going to be able to hold off cumming for very long. It was Randy who started it this time. He yelled and dumped another load of manjuice in my body - this time, letting me taste the salty fluid first hand. This triggered Joe who dumped a load up my Dad's ass. This left only me and Dad. I was trying to hold out until he came, but I just couldn't take his pounding of my butt-nut any longer! No matter how hard I tried to stop it, my orgasm hit me like a runaway cement truck! I was moaning around Randy's still hard cock as I shot my load on the floor. My orgasm, however, triggered Dad who came yelling.
"Fuck! Take my fuckin' load, boy! Yeah, gimme that goddamned ass of yours. Lemme fuck that hole I made! Here it cums, boy! Ffffffuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!!!!" he yelled.
I could feel Dad's cock twitch in my ass as he dumped an amazing load of cum up my hungry ass. I could feel it squishing out of my hole around his cock, adding to the slick mess on the inside of my legs from Randy's gush of cum up my hole. All four of us stood there trembling in the aftershock of our ball-busting orgasms.
After a while, we slowly uncoupled. Joe pulled out of Dad's ass as Randy pulled his cock out of my throat. Dad continued to stay bent over my back and ran his hands up and down my chest and abs, stopping occasionally to tweak one or both of my nipples. Each time he did, my butt spasmed and tightened on his cock which still rested in my butt. Finally, I felt him pull out and squat behind me and begin sucking on my hole, getting his own load, Randy's load and my ass-juices. Then he stood up and I quickly got behind him and returned the favor.
The smell and taste of his ass with the added raunchiness of a just fucked butt plus the tartness of Joe's load almost threw me over the edge into another orgasm. My cock immediately came back harder than ever. Joe noticed and pointed it out to Randy and Dad.
"Fuckin' shit! I wish I was 16 again! Fuckin' came three times and still wants more!" he said, laughing.
"I know how to calm the little horn-dog the fuck down! Anybody besides me have to take a piss?" Dad said to Randy and Joe.
"Yeah!" They both answered.
Holy fuck! I was going to get to drink piss from all three of them! I quickly got down on my knees in the middle of the floor.
"Yeah, boy! You're gonna get a real piss bath now! You're gonna find out the meaning of the words 'golden shower'!" My Dad said, holding out his softening cock and milking the end of it.
Joe and Randy joined him around me and I looked up to see three cocks ready to shoot their golden streams at me. Dad's started first and I opened my mouth to drink down his hot piss. Then I felt Joe's stream start and felt it hitting my chest, drenching me and sending a cascade of smelly man-piss down my abs until my crotch was soaked in it. Then Randy's stream hit my face and it was the strongest stream of all three of them. I quickly began turning my head to the right and left so that I could taste each of their piss flows. Joe's was light and slightly sweet. Randy's was dark and really strong piss, almost like a first-thing-in-the-morning piss. Dad's was salty but less dark. I gulped down all the piss I could and for minutes I just knelt there getting drenched in their piss and drinking to my hearts content.
When all three had finished I sucked the last of their piss from the ends of their cocks. It was at that point that I realized that I, too, had to piss really bad.
I stood up and announced, "I've got to piss, now. Who want's it?" I asked, looking at the three, hunky men.
All three of them hit their knees at the same time as I rose to my feet. Taking my cock in my hand, I started to piss, first into Dad's open, piggy mouth and then, playing my piss across all three faces. Each one got a good taste of my piss! I was really full! I drenched each one of them with my piss until the room smelled like a fucking urinal. Or maybe, with all the sweat and man-funk in the room already, I should say a locker room with urinals that hadn't been cleaned in a while!
Dad was the one who drank down the last of my piss, putting his mouth right over the end of my cock. When he had cleaned it off, he stood up and took me in his arms, kissing me deeply and sharing a mouthful of my own piss with me.
"Well, how'd you like your day, so far, son?" he asked, smiling at me.
"I'd say I've had just about the best day in my whole fucking life!" I said.
And all four of us broke up laughing.
We didn't bother to shower up, we just went down to Dad's truck and broke open the cooler with the beer in it. The rest of the guys from Dad's crew, Mike and Dave, who had been working on another part of the job site, eventually showed up and we all sat around drinking beer and shooting the shit for a while. Then Mike and Dave both left, saying they had dates that night and needed to get home. Joe and Randy stayed for a while and had a couple more beers. Since we'd each had at least four beers, the need to piss arose again. This time, I just got to go down on each of them and drink all the beer piss they had in them. I was one full boy by the time I had to take a piss myself. This time, Joe got to drink me. I loved the way his lips felt around my pissing cock and the way he used his tongue to tickle some left over piss from my bladder at the end. It was a trick I was going to have to learn!
Finally, Dad and I climbed in his truck and headed home. On the way, Dad and I had a little talk about things.
"Dad," I began. "Have you had sex with all they guys on your crew?"
"Yes, son." he replied. "At one time or another. We're just horny guys who like to get our rocks off and don't much care how. You understand that, I'm sure."
"Well...I do and I don't." I hesitated.
"What do you not understand, Matt?" he asked.
"I always thought that you were either Gay or straight. Period. You either had sex with guys or you had sex with girls. But from what you're telling me, you have sex with either and Mike and Dave evidently do, too." I said. "Do you prefer one to the other?" I asked him.
"Well, son, I guess you could say that I prefer guys. Especially after what happened with your mother. But I guess I always did all along. It's a lot easier having sex with guys, that's for sure! You don't have to fuckin' marry them, for one thing! But I knew that if I was ever going to have kids, I'd have to fuck women. And, don't get me wrong, fucking a bitch isn't all that bad. But after I had you, I just wasn't much interested any more." Dad explained.
"But what about love?" I asked him.
"What about it?" he replied.
"Have you ever fallen in love with another guy?" I asked, almost afraid to tread this far into Dad's private life.
"You mean other than you?" he laughed.
"Yes, other than me!" I grinned.
"Yes, son. I did. A long time ago." Dad said, his voice getting real quiet and getting a far-away look in his eyes.
"Will you tell me about it?" I asked.
"Yeah, I've guess I've had enough beers to loosen me up. Like I said, it was a long time ago. It before I met your mother. There was this guy I grew up with. We went through grade school and junior high together. We were best friends. We lived near each other and we stayed over each other's houses all the time. I guess we started messing around with each other when we were about 10. By the time we were in high school, we were sucking a fucking each other all the time. We both played on the football team and we both found out that we were not only into guys and into mansex, but we were really into each other." Dad said.
"So what happened?" I asked.
"I guess we were about 15 when I figured out that I was in love with him. It scared the fuck out of me! I knew that everybody thought that was wrong and so I tried desperately to hide how I felt about him from everybody - including him. I started being cold and trying to push him away. I even stopped having sex with him for a while. It about tore both of us up. You see, I didn't know that he was as much in love with me as I was with him." Dad said, and I could see a tear coursing down his face as he drove - watching the road, not looking at me.
"Anyway, one night, he got drunk and came pounding on the door at about two in the morning. Luckily, my parents were away that weekend and I was the only one at home. I went down to let him in and he immediately tried to take a slug at me. He was so drunk that the punch missed by a mile and he ended up falling over in a heap on the floor and started crying his eyes out. This tore me up. I hated to see him in pain like this, and especially since I knew I was the cause of it. I remember I got down on the floor with him and took him in my arms. He told me how much he loved me. He told me he knew that I hated him now, but he had to tell me." Dad stopped talking and I could see he was having trouble keeping his emotions under control.
After a while, Dad started talking again.
"I admitted to him that I was in love with him as well and then I took him in my arms and kissed him. We'd been having sex with each other for all those years but we had never kissed. Fuck! I'd never really kissed anybody - not the kind of kiss that was! I carried him up to my room, threw him on the bed and made love to him that night and all the next day." Dad seemed ready to end the story there, but I wasn't.
"So what happened? Why didn't you two stay together?" I urged Dad on.
By this time, though, we were at the house. He got out of the truck without saying a word and walked into the house. Dad went to the refrigerator and got a couple of beers, handed me one, and we both sat down at the kitchen table. Dad just sat there for a while, drinking his beer. I knew that whatever was coming was difficult for him so I just sat quietly and waited. After a while, he finally started speaking again.
"We were totally in love and totally happy for the next two years. We continued to have sex with other guys but when we were alone together, we made love. Someday, you'll learn that there is a difference in those two things. Both are good in their own way. But making love to somebody, especially someone who loves you, is just about the greatest experience in the world." he said.
"I know." I said quietly. He looked at me strangely.
"Are you in love with someone?" he asked.
"No, not exactly. I love someone very, very much and making love to him the last two days has been the greatest experience of my life." I said, looking down at the table, afraid to look him in the face for fear of losing it.
Dad reached over and gently lifted my chin with his hand until he was looking me directly in the eyes.
"I understand, son. Thank you. I want you to know, it felt like that for me, too." he said.
I smiled at him, reached up and took hold of his hand, removed it from my chin, kissed the callused palm of it and then placed it on my cheek. Dad's eyes filled with tears again and he gently stroked my cheek.
"Somebody is going to be so lucky when you fall in love with them." Dad said.
"It will have to be a guy who's as good as you, or he can just forget it!" I vowed.
Dad smiled again.
"So what happened?" I asked gently.
Dad took another swallow from his beer and, looking straight ahead, not at me, continued.
"I loved him more than life itself. I felt complete with him. But I still had the desire to have a child. I wanted a son. I wanted a part of me to love. I couldn't have that with him and then your mother came along. I had fucked girls off and on, even after we had become lovers. It never bothered him, he knew I loved him and wasn't going to leave him for a woman. Or so he thought. Then your mom got pregnant with you. Everything changed inside me. It wasn't that I stopped loving him, it was that you were more important to me. He just couldn't understand that. The night I told him I was going to marry your mother, I asked him to be my best man at the wedding. He looked at me and, without saying a word, got up and left. I never saw him again. A week later, he was killed out on Highway 58. The cops say he had been drinking heavily and had a head-on collision with a semi. They ruled it an accident. But I knew what it was. He killed himself. Over me. I don't think I've ever gotten over it." Dad finished and bowed his head over the table.
I could see Dad's tears steadily falling now. I got up out of my chair and walked around behind him. I put my arms around him and held him, putting my face against his neck.
"Oh, Dad! I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry. My being born sure caused a lot of heart ache." I said quietly.
He raised up, turned around and pulled me into his arms. There I stood, his arms around my waist, his face resting against my abdomen.
"Don't you ever even THINK that, Matt! You birth was the happiest, most wonderful event in my whole life! You have given me a life!" he said, squeezing me hard.
"But you've had to sacrifice so much for me!" I argued.
"They never felt like sacrifices! Having you meant more to me than anything. Don't you ever forget that!" he said, looking up at me with his tear-stained face.
I leaned down, and kissed him deeply. His arms came up around my neck and he held me in the kiss for a long time. It was the first time I had ever kissed him like that when we weren't having sex. I began to see that love was something entirely different.
After a while, Dad calmed down and we talked more about life and about love. I wanted to ask him some things because they were bothering me.
"Dad, would you be terribly disappointed in me if I didn't have kids?" I asked, somewhat concerned about his answer.
"Of course not, Matt! I wanted you more than anything in the world, but each man has to decide for himself what's important in his life. I don't want you living my life! I want you to live your own - do what you have to do to make yourself happy! I take it you're asking this question for a reason?" he asked.
"Well...yeah. Dad, I know that I'm Gay. I'm not attracted to women at all. I don't want to have sex with one and I sure don't want to marry one. It's guy's that I'm attracted to. I want to find a guy to love just like you did." I said.
"And I sure hope you do, Matt. If that's what it takes to make you happy, then I pray with all my heart that's what you find. But, I've got to warn you. There's a lot of guys out there who are just into using people. They get what they want and just leave you hurting. I've seen it far too often. You have to be careful in who you choose to love." Dad admonished me.
"I won't have any trouble with that!" I said confidently.
"And why not?" Dad asked, with a skeptical tone to his voice.
"Well, I have the best example in the world of the man I want to marry sitting right here with me! I just have to find a guy like you, Dad. Then everything will be all right." I smiled.
"Thank you, son. That's the nicest thing that anybody's ever said to me. But, I would suggest, you find out if he wants to have kids first." Dad said, his eyes misting over again.
"Dad..." I said.
"What, son."
"You never said what his name was." I said quietly.
"No, I didn't. It was Matt." he said.
I guess the shock showed on my face. I had been named for Dad's dead lover! He had loved the first Matt so much, I guess it was easy for him to love me.
"Thank you, Dad. Now I'm beginning to understand how much you do love me - and how much you loved him." I said.
Dad and I continued to have lots of sex with each other, and with the guys from the job site. It got to be a regular thing for the four of us to get together on Friday night, drink beer and fuck, suck and piss the night away. But as much fun as I was having, I kept having this empty feeling inside. There was something missing, but I didn't know what. I started to get quiet and withdrawn at times because of these feelings. I tried to hide them from Dad, but that was like trying to hide things from the FBI! Finally, one night, he cornered me in my room where I was just sitting in the dark and looking out the window.
"What's wrong, Matt?" he asked.
"Nothing, Dad! Everything's fine!" I tried to lie. Too bad I've never been any fucking good at it!
"Don't give me that crap! I've watched you for weeks now. You aren't yourself. Something's wrong." he said and then he got very quiet and softly asked. "Is it the sex stuff?"
Holy Fuck! It suddenly dawned on me that he was thinking I was having trouble dealing with having sex with him! I'd been putting him through all kinds of guilt and crap and didn't even realize it! I got up from the chair and threw my arms around him.
"No! Dad! I love you! I love having sex with you and with the guys! That's not it at all! Please believe me!" I cried, almost in tears at the realization of what I'd done to him.
"Then what is it, Matt?" he asked gently, holding me and murmuring into my ear.
I pulled away and walked to the window. It was hard to put my feelings into words.
"I don't know, Dad. It's like there's something missing. I don't know what! I just have this deep yearning, down deep inside me! I want something. Want it desperately! But I don't know what the fuck it is!" I said, leaning my head against the window.
Dad walked over and put his hand on my shoulder. He stood there looking out the window with me for a few moments. Then he started speaking very quietly.
"I think I understand what it is, Matt. I seem to remember having some of these same feelings once in my life. And maybe I've been having them for a long time. I've just been really good at repressing them. Son, I think what you're wanting is love. You want to be in love with somebody. You want to have somebody be in love with you. You want to feel that connection, that intimacy with someone. And I don't know who those feelings are hardest on - you, because you've never had it or me - because I had it once and lost it." he said.
As soon as he said it, it was like a light bulb went off over my head. Yes! That was it! I wanted to fall in love! I wanted to love a man with all my heart and feel him loving me! That's what was hurting so fucking bad down inside me! That's what was 'missing'!
"Dad," I said, turning to him. "You hit the nail right on the head. That's exactly what it is. I want to fall in love. But finding a guy who's worth falling in love isn't easy when you're only 16!" I said, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"Fuck, son! It isn't easy at any fucking age!" he said. "I've never found someone to love after Matt died. And that's been before you were born!"
"But maybe that's because you never stopped loving him. Never stopped blaming yourself for him dying. It must seem to you like cheating on him to love somebody else." I said.
"Where the fuck did you get so fucking smart at your age?" he said, shock in his voice.
"I had a good teacher." I said.
"You've been thinking about this a lot, haven't you, son? I should have never told you that story!" he said, shaking his head.
"Yes, you should have! Do you know what that story did for me? Do you have any fucking idea?" I looked at him, almost shouting.
"Yeah! It made you fucking depressed, just like it does me!" he said angrily.
"No! What it did was give me fucking hope I'd never had in my whole fucking life! I thought because I like other guys, I was going to end up fucking alone all my life. I didn't know that guys could really love other guys! You showed me that everything I wanted WAS possible! I just want it to happen now! I don't want to fucking wait!" I told him.
Dad stood there for a few moments, not saying anything. Then he looked at me, my face all serious and scrunched up and he started laughing! I started to get really angry for a second at him laughing at me!
"Fuck, son! We all want it now! I guess it's just harder when you're young! I remember wanting everything to happen now when I was your age. Everything took so fucking long and I hated waiting for it! The worst was waiting that whole fucking nine months for your to be born, with your mother bitching and moaning the whole fucking time!" he laughed.
My anger cooled quickly and I saw what an asshole I was being and started to laugh as well. I was only fucking 16! Though I didn't want to wait, I figured I had some years before I ever found the right guy for me. I just hoped I could hang on long enough without losing my mind!
"Dad..." I said. "Do you really want to fall in love again?"
"I've been asking myself that question over and over, ever since we had that talk about Matt. And I figured out that it doesn't have anything to do with what I want. Love just happens. You can't plan it. You wake up one morning, or something happens and it smacks you in the face like a load of lumber! I do know one thing, though." he said.
"What's that?" I asked.
"If it does ever happen again, I'm not going to take it for granted this time! I'm not going to let it get away from me without a fight! That's what I feel most guilty about. I just thought that Matt would always be there, no matter what. I didn't take his feelings into consideration at all. It was always about what I wanted. I realize now that I deserved to lose him for being such a selfish bastard about everything." Dad said, his voice dropping.
"Dad, you've sacrificed all your life for me! That doesn't sound like a selfish bastard to me." I said.
"Yes, I was. I sacrificed for you because you were all I had left. I love you because you're my son. But I sacrificed to keep you because, in some strange way, you were all I had left of Matt. And I wasn't going to lose you, too." Dad said.
"Dad, whatever the reasons, you did what you had to do. It doesn't change how I feel about you. And I hope you learn to forgive yourself for what happened. Hating yourself doesn't do any good at all. I've learned that." I said.
He just took me in his arms and held me for the longest time.
Things just seemed to go along ok for a while after that. Talking out what was bothering me seemed to help. I stopped withdrawing and kept reminding myself that love would come eventually. And, in the mean time, I was still having a great time with Dad and the guys.
Things got really busy towards the end of school, though. I had exams and papers due and all that shit so, what with one thing or another, I didn't make it down to help Dad at the job site for more than a month. But finally, school let out and the first Saturday afterward, I got up and went down with him.
When we got to the job-site, Dad and I were just getting his tools out of the back of his pickup when this hot, '73 black Trans-Am, blaring rock music, pulled up next to Dad's truck. When the guy driving it got out, I just stood there stunned - completely unable to move. They guy was so incredibly beautiful that I went into 'brain-lock'!
He stood well over six feet tall (I found out later he's six-four). When he took off his dark, wrap- around shades I saw that he had sparkling, deep green eyes. He had thick, dark hair which he wore short on the sides but long on top. As he was not wearing a shirt, I could see that he had broad shoulders, a bulging chest full of muscles which was lightly dusted with hair and a washboard abdomen below. He, too, wore severely cut-off jeans but the bulge that pushed out the front of them told me two things. The first was that he must be wearing a jock and the second was, the jock obviously could barely contain what was between his legs. When he turned around to lean back into the car to get his hard hat and t-shirt, I almost lost it! A groan almost escaped my lips when I saw his incredible ass! A true bubble-butt which, given the dusting of dark hair everywhere else I could see, I was willing to bet had a butt-trench filled with dark, fragrant hair as well.
His face was something else again. It was obvious to me that he was young. Much younger than my Dad but slightly older than me. If angels exist, his face could be a model for one. Along with the flashing green eyes, there were white, even teeth, an incredible smile and dimples in his cheeks when he did. A square jaw made him beautiful, but ruggedly handsome somehow at the same time.
I stood there like an idiot, staring. I couldn't stop! I couldn't help myself! I knew my Dad was good looking and I was certainly attracted to him, but never, ever, in my whole life had I ever seen a male as beautiful as the one who now stood in front of me. He looked down at me and smiled. I smiled back but continued to stare. He looked away, like he was embarrassed by my obvious worship of him. I couldn't believe that this hunk wasn't used to being stared at by now! How could he not be? But I finally regained control of myself enough to turn my eyes away.
I looked over and saw my Dad grinning at me. He'd obviously seen my embarrassing display of attraction for this young guy. But Dad seemed to just think my reaction was funny and didn't appear to be angry or disappointed by it at all. The gorgeous young male walked over to my Dad and they started talking.
"Morning, Mike", the young guy said. "Who's your helper there?"
"Hey, there, Josh. That's my boy, Matt." my Dad said to him. "Hey, Matt. Come here and meet Josh. He just joined my crew last month. He wasn't here the last time you were up to the job site." Dad said to me, a mischievous grin on his face.
I walked over to where Josh was. I stuck out my hand and he gripped it with his. Now, I don't have small or weak hands, but Josh's paw covered mine like I was a little kid and the strength I felt in it, I knew he could crush my hand in an instant. But his grip, while firm, was gentle all the same. He was a guy who needed to prove nothing to nobody!
I, however, smiled and made the mistake of looking into those deep green eyes of his again. Again I was lost. My tongue grew four sizes in my mouth and made me completely unable to speak, my knees were weak and I was afraid I'd collapse to the ground right at his feet. I didn't let go of his hand and he didn't let go of mine. We just stood there, not saying a word, lost in each other's eyes.
His eyes seemed to pierce right into my brain and my soul, like he knew everything I was thinking and feeling in those moments. And in his eyes, I saw such kindness and honesty and something else which I wasn't very sure of. I thought I could see desire and even love. But that was impossible. First of all, we'd only just met and, while I'll admit if he'd asked me at that moment to run away with him forever, I'd probably have said "Yes!", still there was no way that he could possibly be attracted to me. And secondly, though I think I started falling in love with him the minute I saw him get out of his car, I was sure he could never feel that way about me.
We continued to stand there, just staring into each other's eyes until we both heard my Dad's voice.
"When you two are done with your staring contest, why don't you both head over to unit 20? Josh, I need you to put up the drywall in the upper bedrooms. Take Matt with you to help. He's almost as good at drywall as staring." my Dad said, a huge grin on his face.
We both quickly let go of each other's hand and looked at my Dad and then back at each other. We both had a sheepish grin on our faces.
"Sure, Mike. Anything you say." Josh answered my Dad but was still looking at me. " Come on, Matt. We might as well get at it." he said to me much more quietly than he had answered Dad.
'I'd love to get at it with you!' I thought to myself. 'Anytime, anyplace!' But I, of course, said nothing. Instead, I followed Josh over to the unit Dad had indicated and we climbed into the upper floor and went to work.
Now, there is nothing whatsoever romantic about putting up drywall. It is hot, sweaty, hard work. But Josh and I worked like a team, almost from the beginning. It was like I could read his mind. I knew exactly what to hand him, exactly what to hold in place, exactly what to do to help and make his job easier. There was not a lot of words that passed between us, but there were a lot of shy smiles - on both our faces. It was like this guy had no fucking idea that he was not only hot - he was damned near a god!
As we worked, something slowly crept into my brain. It was a scent. An earthy, masculine sent that was sending electrical currents directly to my cock and causing me to leak cock-snot into my already over used jock. Luckily, I was sweating like a pig and my cut-offs quickly became soaked in my sweat, otherwise a large, serious circle of pre-cum would have shown on the front where my cock continued to belch it out. It took me a while, but I finally figured out what the scent was - it was Josh. Whenever I would get close to him, the scent would overwhelm my senses. It was the most erotic scent I'd ever smelled on a male before. I thought Dad's scent was powerful. It didn't even come close!
We had been hard at work for a couple of hours when Josh said he needed to take a break. He walked over to where a pile of drywall lay and pulled off his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face and neck. I would have given anything to be allowed to smell and suck on the sweat in that shirt! Grabbing his large thermos, sat down on the pile of drywall. He raised the thermos to his lips, tilted his head back and drank deeply of the contents. I could see red liquid dripping out of the corners of his mouth and onto his bare chest.
He held out the thermos to me. "You want some Gatorade?" he asked.
I reached for the thermos and put my lips where his had been. I raised the thermos and drank down some of the sweet liquid. I, too, felt the dripping of the liquid on my bare chest, having removed my t-shirt an hour ago.
I handed Josh the thermos back and sat down next to him. We slowly started talking. It was obvious that Josh was a rather quiet guy. Didn't evidently do much talking. I did find out that he was only three years older than me, just 19, and had just graduated high school but didn't have any desire to go to college. Josh had always loved building things and his dream was to eventually become a licensed contractor and build his own houses.
As we sat there talking, it started to seem to me like, instead of just meeting each other, we had known each other all our lives. We liked the same music. We both liked cars - I loved his Trans- Am! Neither of us had many friends and neither of us particularly liked going out to crowded places or with a lot of people. We were both basically loners.
As we talked, I became amazed at how comfortable I felt talking to Josh. Oh, I was still all too well aware of how beautiful he was, but as we talked, I started to see that more and more of that beauty was as much 'inside' as 'outside' this wonderful guy. He also seemed to be very comfortable talking to me.
"You know, Matt, your very different from anyone else I know. I've never felt this comfortable talking and being around another guy before." he said smiling.
"Thanks, Josh. I feel the same way. I guess you're more comfortable around girls, huh?" I asked, sure that he would dash all my hopes by telling me about some girl he was in love with.
Instead he started laughing. I didn't exactly understand what that was all about so I just sat there, looking at him, with a puzzled look on my face. He finally stopped laughing and looked at me very seriously.
"Matt, I'm sorry. You're question threw me for a second. The truth is, I don't much care for women. Never have. I hope that doesn't bother you. I'm sure you have your share of them." Josh said, his voice low, his head hanging by the time he finished.
Oh, fuck! This was unbelievable! Was he saying what I hoped he was saying? Did Josh like other guys like I did? There was only one way to find out. I took my heart in my hands and opened my mouth.
"No, Josh. I don't care much for girls, either. Never have. I guess I like spending my time with guys a whole lot more. Does that bother you?" I asked.
At this he looked up, his eyes searching my face to see if what I was saying was what he was hoping I was saying. I stared back, my face smiling into his. Slowly a grin spread across his face and he slowly reached out his hands and held my face in them. He slowly leaned forward until his lips gently touched mine in our first kiss.
The kiss was gentle and soft, almost like butterfly wings. I didn't even close my eyes and neither did he. I continued to stare into those deep green pools and lost myself to him. When his lips left mine, I moaned and quickly reached up putting my arms round his neck and pulling him back to me, crushing his lips against mine. I pushed my tongue out and licked at his upper lip demanding entrance to his mouth. He surrendered quickly and my tongue entered his mouth for my first taste of Josh. The sweetness of his mouth and the power of his scent were enough to almost make me pass out.
I'd never felt like this before. My night with Dad had stirred up strong feelings of love and loyalty and gratitude. But this! This was stirring up feelings I didn't even have names for! All of a sudden, I felt like I wanted to spend the rest of my life in Josh's arms, kissing Josh's mouth. Nothing else in the entire world mattered in that moment but him. I could feel him wrapping his strong arms around my body. I was locked in his embrace and felt that same safety and contentment I had felt sleeping in my Dad's arms last night.
Finally, we broke the kiss. We smiled shyly at each other. Josh leaned his forehead against mine and we just sat there. Holding each other, not talking for the longest time.
"I don't know what to say. I don't usually come on that strong." Josh's quiet, husky voice broke the silence. "I wanted to kiss you from the moment I met you. I hope I haven't freaked you out or something."
"But you have." I said quietly. "You've freaked me out completely! Why would a guy as beautiful as you are want to kiss me?"
Josh seemed stunned by this statement. I told you he didn't have any idea how beautiful he really was.
"What do you mean 'beautiful'. I'm not beautiful." Josh said, turning a bright shade of red. I love a guy who blushes!
"Oh, yes you are! You have no idea how beautiful you are. Especially to me!" I swore to him.
He smiled shyly and I think he even managed to turn a deeper shade of red, if that was truly possible.
"You don't understand, Matt. You are the one who is beautiful! I was completely overwhelmed by you this morning. I couldn't even speak, I was so gone on you! And so scared at the same time." he said, again hanging his head.
"Scared? What the fuck are you afraid of?" I asked, completely baffled by this.
"You're only 16. And your father is my boss, for God's sake! What's he going to think of me having lustful thoughts and desires toward his only son! Fuck! The least he'll do is fire me, if he doesn't cut of my balls first!" Josh said.
"Josh, please, trust me. You have nothing to worry about from my Dad. My Dad knows that I prefer guys. He has no problem with it. He says you don't judge a man by how he gets his rocks off! You judge a man by what he is as a person. And I figure he must have understood exactly what was going on between us this morning. Why do you think he sent us off alone to work? I'll bet he's hoping that we'll take advantage of the time together to at least get to know one another." I added.
"Do you think that's true? Do you think he wants us to get together? Why would he?" Josh asked.
"Well...I think there are several reasons. My Dad is a great judge of character. If you've worked around him for a month, he's already decided whether or not he likes you. From what I saw of the way he acted this morning he obviously does. Besides that, if he didn't like you and he didn't trust you, he would never have let me work with you alone. I bet he's already figured out that you prefer guys. He knows I do. I think he's just letting nature take it's course. In fact, I wouldn't put it past him to have asked me to come along with him this morning just so that we would have a chance to meet." I explained.
"You think your Dad's 'matchmaking' for you!? That's too much!" Josh exclaimed.
"Not really. Dad and I are really close, always have been. My mom ran off when I was two years old. We haven't seen or heard from her since. My Dad's been the one who raised me. He's always been there for me. He's like my best friend. And a lot more. I bet he'd sure rather see me with you - somebody he knows and trusts than someone he doesn't even know!" I said.
"Well, yeah, that makes sense. But I had no idea that he liked me. He's never said anything." Josh explained.
"No, and he's not likely to for a long time. Dad's not real verbal with his feelings. I guess neither of us are." I told him.
"You seem to be a whole lot more than I am!" Josh laughed.
"That's only because I'm still fucking scared to death!" I laughed with him.
He stopped laughing and looked at me. His voice grew serious.
"What are you afraid of?" he asked.
"You. Me. Us." I said quietly. "I'm feeling things I don't even have words for and we've just met! I guess I'm afraid that this is all a dream and I'm going to wake up and you'll be gone. Or that you won't want to have anything to do with me because I'm just a kid. Or that you'll reject me because I'm into things that you might not want to have anything to do with." I answered.
"Matt, look...I'm feeling things, too. I don't understand them but I know this - This is not a dream, I'm not going anywhere - except maybe to follow you wherever you go like some love- sick hound. You are not a 'kid'! I'm only three years older than you are and I know now that seems like a lot to you but, trust me, those three years don't matter - especially not to me. As to what you're into, I'll make a deal with you. There are some things that I'm into that you might not like either. Let's just be honest with each other and keep an open mind. We can explore together what we want and see if we can come to some agreement. Ok?" he said, his voice calm and reasonable.
"Ok!" I grinned at him. "But I gotta warn you! I can be pretty kinky!" I laughed.
"We'll see about that! I can be, too!" he said and dipped his head down to take possession of my mouth again.
Breaking the kiss, he looked deep into my eyes. "We'd best get back to work. I wouldn't want your Dad to think we were having fun on company time." he grinned. "And besides, I've got to take a wicked piss."
He no more than said this, and a rush of desire went through my body. I guess it showed on my face and in my eyes because he looked at me oddly and said, "You do, too?". I told him yes, even through I didn't. What I really wanted was to watch him piss. Well, actually, I wanted to drink his piss, but I figured that doing that would just freak him completely the fuck out, so I would wait until I could get him worked up to that.
He walked over to the open window which faced the back of the building. Nothing was below but dirt and sand from the construction. He opened his cut-offs and I could see that I'd been right on both counts of my estimation. He was wearing a jock - and one that had not seen a washing machine for a very long time, if ever. The heady aroma of it rose to my nose as he dropped his cut-offs to his ankles. I couldn't help but take a deep whiff of the heady masculine odor that was rising from his sweaty crotch. On my second estimation, I was technically right, but way low on my idea of how big and long his cock was. Soft and uncut, it hung at least eight inches, curving over his nuts which were nestled in a dark, furry bag and were the size of golf balls.
He held this cock in his hand and skinned back the hood until the glistening red head of his cock appeared. The piss began to gush forth like a break in a dam. I couldn't help myself. I moaned at the site. He looked over at me and saw me staring at his piss stream. I looked up and met his piercing green eyes. I'm sure my thirst for his golden stream showed on my face. A slow, horny grin appeared on his face and his stream stopped abruptly. He didn't say a word, just turned from the window and pointed his cock at me. I looked at his smiling face, then down at his cock, and finally back to his face. He didn't speak, just gave a slight nod of his head in approbation. I sank to my knees, opened my mouth and took in the head and first inch of his cock. I closed my lips around it and looked up into his eyes.
He looked down at me with the kindest, gentlest smile and placed his hand on my head and combed his fingers through my hair. I nodded to let him know that I was ready and he let go again of his golden stream. It began to flood my mouth and I was quickly overwhelmed by it. I began to swallow rapidly to keep from being drowned by it. He moaned and threw his head back, closing his eyes while using me as his urinal.
"Oh, yeah! Fuck, yeah! Drink my fucking piss!" he moaned quietly as I drank down his golden offering. "God, you don't know how good that feels. Do you like it?" he asked, looking down into my eyes again.
I smiled around his pissing cock and nodded my head while continuing to swallow his warm fluid. I tried, in the look on my face and in my eyes, to tell him how much this was turning me on and how much I loved doing it for him. He stroked my hair as I continued to drink his golden piss.
"Matt! I love this! I've dreamed of someone doing this for me, but I've never met anyone before who would. You've got to let me have yours as well!" his eyes bore into mine as he said this, making sure that I understood this was not a 'one-way-street'.
He finished pissing and I continued to nurse on his cock which rapidly started to harden in my mouth. I pushed back the hood of his foreskin with my lips and the fumes of his cock-cheese began to float up into my nose. I pushed my tongue under the head of his cock and began to lick and taste the tangy mixture I found there.
After licking it all out, I tried to take more of his cock into my mouth but found that it was so thick that only about half of his length could fit. After all, I later measured it and found that it was somewhat over eleven inches long and very, very thick. Without extensive practice, there was no way I was going to be able to deep-throat that fucker! But I had another hole which I knew would greatly appreciate the length and width of Josh's immense organ. But that would have to wait until later.
Josh pulled his cock from my mouth and reached down and pulled me to my feet. He immediately locked his mouth on mine and began tasting his piss and cock-cheese from my mouth. He groaned and was evidently pleased with the taste.
"Mmm! You taste good!" he grinned as he pulled his mouth from mine. "Now, how about letting me have some of your piss?" he asked, a horny gleam in his eye.
He got down on his knees and I opened my cut-offs, allowing them to drop to my ankles like his were. Josh immediately pushed his nose into my sweaty, raunchy jock pouch snorting all the ripe smells of piss, sweat, cock-cheese and cum that were there. He began to lick the pouch and it was soon soaked with his saliva as he tried to suck out all the smells and flavors of the mesh pouch. Then he reached up and pulled it down to my mid-thigh and took the head of my hardening cock into his mouth. He, too, pushed back my foreskin and began to lick the cock-cheese from under the head of my cock. There was a lot built up there over the last few days, what with fucking Dad's ass that morning and not having really showered during that time. I was really glad that Josh evidently loved it as raunchy as me because he was getting quite a mouth and nose full of my ripe scents.
He finally allowed my cock to just rest in his mouth and looked up at me. He slightly nodded to me, telling me he was ready for my piss. I thought I would have a hard time getting it started considering I had only started pissing in somebody's mouth a couple of months ago. But, no, my piss began to flow as if it was on 'cue'. The relief of letting go of my piss was equaled by the intense feelings that pissing into Josh's mouth caused. Looking down into his beautiful face as he swallowed load after load of my hot, golden stream with such evident satisfaction on his face it all but took my breath away.
I understood my desire to drink his piss, my need to take part of him inside me just like I would his cum load. The intimacy of the act as well as the taboo nature of the act made it intensely pleasurable. But it was so hard to think that he was feeling the same things about me. But the way his eyes looked into mine as he continued to swallow my piss load told me that was exactly what he was feeling and I was so overwhelmed by it that it was hard to keep tears from forming in my eyes.
Somehow I knew that something was happening here that was far beyond sex, far beyond simple male rut and horniness. Something in the realm of the heart was happening between us. It was happening so quickly that it took my breath away but, rather than wanting to slow down, I wanted it to go even faster. This roller-coaster ride of building desire and emotions, this toboggan run of feelings rushing at me was beyond anything which I had ever experienced before. And I didn't want it to ever stop!
But my piss stream did. And when it did, Josh rose and again brought his mouth to mine in a deep, open kiss. He had saved the last of my golden flow to share between us. The kiss was wet, hot and passionate and, when he finally broke from my lips, I was glad he had his arms around me because I think I would have fallen on my ass otherwise! He steadied me in his arm and then slowly let me go.
Just at the time that he turned away and picked up a hammer to continue hanging the drywall, we heard heavy work-boot steps on the stairs.
"Hey, you guys, time to quit. We've done enough for today. Come on down to the truck and have a beer." he called out as he walked up the stairs.
Dad walked into the room where we were working and saw Josh and I standing there together. A knowing smile crossed his face.
"Well, Josh, how'd he work out?" Dad asked Josh.
"Just fine, Mike! Matt is a great helper. He made the work go a lot faster." Josh replied, smiling at me.
"I'll just bet he did. Matt can be very helpful in a lot of ways." Dad said, with obvious other meanings left unsaid.
"So Matt," Dad said, addressing me. "You ready to go home?" His voice seemed to imply otherwise.
"Ah...I was wondering, Mike, if it would be ok for Matt to come over to my place for a while. I've got some work to do on the Trans-Am and I could sure use Matt's help. I thought we might have a pizza and maybe rent some movies. Is that all right with you?" Josh said earnestly.
Dad just looked at the two of us and grinned.
"Sure it's ok! You two run along. And if it get's too late, don't worry about it. I'll just expect you home in the morning, Matt. That is, Josh, if you think you can stand him that long?" Dad said, a twinkle in his eye.
"I think I can stand him a lot longer than that." Josh said quietly.
Dad had a good laugh at that and at my face when Josh said it. I was right! Dad did set this up! Did he know that something would happen between Josh and me? Did he hope that something would happen between Josh and me?
I couldn't worry about it right then. Josh and I were heading towards that hot Trans-Am of his and we were soon speeding to his place. And with Dad' permission to spend the night!
The End of Part 3 of Construction Worker's Son.
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