The Toilet - Part 6
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I was glad I was skipping a day of school to work with Dad and Justin. It was another hot day, and we continued digging where we left off the evening before. Because we were continuing out parts, Dad headed off to the structure while Rick, Justin and I worked on the digging for the garage. I wondered why we couldn't use a machine to help us dig, but figured they only had enough to work on the bigger areas.
"How are you going, Brad?" Justin asked me.
"Yeah good, it's getting hot already hey?"
"I know, this summer's gonna kill us out here."
"You got any drinks?"
"Yeah Rick's got them over there in the esky."
"Hey Rick, can you pass us a beer each?"
He looked up from his section, sweating and topless, and stared at me for a second.
"Sure thing mate." He threw a couple and I managed to catch them.
"Thanks." I responded.
Justin looked at me sternly after I passed him a beer, "Are you sure you're OK working near him after what he did?"
"It's not so bad...it's not like I totally hated it." I grinned at him, and he just shook his head with a smile on his face. Damn...that smile! I could just bite him, he's so adorable and hunky.
I held my shovel in my left hand as I gulped down half the beer in one shot. Justin did the same. We were sweating so much, we could smell each other, and the smell of beer.
By now the hole we were digging was about half a metre deep and about 9x5 metres in diameter. We still had a while to go, and it was pretty much digging deep from now on. Dad told me we had to get it about 3 metres deep, and then a hill of cement would lead from above down in, so quite a bit of the dug out area would be filled. Apparently Dad was gonna earn big money from this project, especially since he's the manager of it.
From where we dug I couldn't see Dad, there were a few large trees and lots of framework in the way. I wanted to go see what kind of things he was working on. I paused my digging and looked toward Justin.
"Hey Justin, would it be OK if I went and saw what Dad was working on, just for a bit? I promise I'll be back soon."
"Go for it mate, we're ahead of schedule anyway since you're speeding things up."
"Cool, I'll be back soon."
I knew whereabouts Dad was but couldn't actually see him. I had to pass some old Eucalyptus trees before I came to the framework, a good 80 metres from where we were digging the garage. There were about 6 guys up on the frames doing various tasks, and a crane moving steel up so it could be connected. The sun was more direct over here - I'm glad I put on sunblock this morning. I looked around as I walked towards it but still couldn't see him.
I went up to the guy working the crane and asked if he had seen my dad anywhere.
"Sorry mate, not sure. Check around behind the framework, or over the piss shed further down."
Piss shed? So there was another one on this side of the site. I guessed Dad must've been there, so I walked around the large framework and headed to the back. It was pretty noisy, guys up about 10 metres from me to the right were drilling and banging things. I think I prefer working on solid ground, so I'm glad Dad didn't get me to work up there. I sped up my pace a bit and ended up about 150 metres from where I was digging with Justin and Rick.
His arse looks fucking good. Looks tight, definitely never been fucked before.
"Seriously man, I've never been fucked. I'm no faggot." There was a strong sense of fear in his voice.
"So you're calling me a faggot huh?" I asked, grabbing his head back with my right fist clenching his rough brown hair. I had him tied up to a pole by his hands inside the piss shed . It was pretty dark, only some light coming in from the door which was a bit open and some cracks in the tin roof. The shed was pretty small too, about 5x5 metres. The pole was near the back of the shed, and it was like an extra support to hold up the pathetic roof.
I'd been eyeing Hank for a couple of weeks now. He was always bending down in front of me when he picked up steel, it's like he was begging for it. I loved studying how his bare back would disappear in front of his legs as his arse stretched through his small, tight dark green shorts. A small trail of dark hair led from his lower back into his shorts...another thing begging for attention. His face is quite chiseled, and he always has light stubble on his cheeks and chin. His eyes are a piercing blue, and they contrast so well with his honey brown hair. He has it short and scruffy, makes him look very sexy and manly.
But now he's just a pussy boy. I had him stripped down, only leaving his dirty work boots on. He was tightly glued to the pole, with his hands tied at his chest level. I used a good, durable rope so that he wouldn't escape. My only concern was the pole collapsing and the roof coming through, but I'm sure he knew the same thing and wouldn't cause too much trouble.
I looked at his dimly lit arse, and how tight it looked. Man I was gonna enjoy fucking that. Nice, a bit hairy and very firm and muscular. His thighs were chunky and firm like a rugby player, and they featured a nice amount of dark brown hair.
My cock was growing hard in my shorts, which were all I had on. I moved myself toward him, rubbing my bulge inbetween his bare crack. I moved slowly, up and down.
"Shit...fuck, Alex." He said, whimpering but not exactly complaining. I could smell his sweaty body, and felt dampness all over his back. I pushed myself against him from behind so we were joined and wrapped my arms around him. I rubbed the sweat of our bodies together, feeling how hot he was. I rhythmically grinded up and down, feeling the sticky friction between his back and my chest, his arse and my cock. His breathing was heavy, but he didn't bother with words - he knew he wasn't going anywhere until I finished with him.
I moved my right hand down along the crevices of his body, until I reached his hole. I prodded my dry index finger against it, seeing if I could get it in. He whimpered as I slowly added more pressure. I was hoping it would suddenly open, but saw it needed some extra attention before anything could happen. I squatted down so that my view was filled with his beautiful arse. I smelt the manly aroma that surrounded it, and couldn't resist diving my nose in and sniffing his tight hole. My sniffing was obviously tickling him and he began to wiggle.
After I'd enjoyed the smell enough, I knew I needed to taste it. I gave it a gentle kiss before gently poking my tongue out and licking at it, only using the tip. His crack seemed have a life of its own, moving in and out and responding to my actions. I moved more of my tongue out, and began licking his whole crack, taking in the faint shitty taste and salty sweat.
I could see he was enjoying it, as he was constantly panting and moaning. I was getting hungry and started to munch on his hole, reveling in the moans this brought out of his mouth. I decided it was now wet enough, and tried to force my tongue inside him. He whimpered as it finally opened up and sucked my tongue into itself. His breathing and moaning became heavier as I forced it further in, and wiggled my tongue in all directions. The taste was indescribable - I wouldn't say it tasted like shit, more like...man. There's no other way to describe it. It was extremely warm inside, and very squishy.
Once I was satisfied he was lubricated enough, I returned to my previous position and again forced my index finger against his hole. This time it easily slipped in, so I immediately added my middle finger as well. He was panting like a dog as I forced them in as far as I could. I have quite long fingers, so I was able to reach his prostate. When my middle finger rubbed against it, he quivered all over and let out an orgasmic gasp.
"You like that, don't you pussy boy?" I asked him.
He was so out of breath all he could do was nod. I grinned as I shoved another finger inside, and then another, until I had four in. I decided that it was enough and that he was now ready to be fucked.
I couldn't believe what I was witnessing - Dad was about to fuck one of the guys here at work. I peeked through a hole at the back of the shed, after I'd heard noises inside and was curious to find out what was happening. He had almost managed to get his fist into the guy. The expression on the guy's face was indescribable; pain, but at the same time excruciating lust. He wanted to feel Dad's hard cock fucking him hard. He almost looked like he'd die without it.
"Please, just fuck me now, I can't wait anymore Alex", he cried.
"Who gave you permission to call me by my name? From now own, you call me daddy, got that?"
"Yes daddy, sir. Please daddy, fuck me."
"Since you asked so nicely..."
I was kind of hurt that dad found someone to take on the position of son. I wanted him to be my daddy right now, with me pleasuring him and taking in his cock, and letting him control me any way he wanted. But I understand that dad is a very sexual man, and he always gets his way. He wanted a fuck right now, and had found the right guy for it.
He moved his large, veiny cock to the hole of the guy. He began to apply force, and kept prodding at it till it gave in and he managed to slip in half his cock on first entrance. The guy yelped, but dad put his hand over his mouth so he wouldn't make noise. He entered harder, and this caused loud muffled moans from the guy. I got excited and tried to whip out my cock and start wanking, but I accidentally banged my hand on the shed. I quickly tried to zip up and hide, but before I knew it dad had come out and caught me.
"Brad, what are you doing mate?"
"Sorry dad, I just wanted to see where you were."
"Er..I was just having a..um...a break."
"You don't sound so sure of that," I said with a cheeky smile. He now knew that I knew what was going on.
"Say Brad, why don't you come inside and see if you wanna...um...hang out?"
"I'd love to hang out."
To be continued...