This is a fictionalized account of a true life experience.
**05 - My Warehouse Foreman
My Warehouse Foreman
Several guys have asked how it got started between me and my foreman.
There's a large bathroom adjacent to the break room with a shower big enough to hold three or four men, if they were crowded in. Some of the guys like to shower after work, especially in the summer time when they get hot and sweaty.
Since we don't deal directly with the public, but rather with truckers coming in and out, we have a very laidback work atmosphere. It's a fun place to work and the guys work hard. They don't need much supervision; work assignments are given out, they do the job. We have fun but there is no tolerance for slacking off if there is work to be done. I don't allow the men to call me boss. If there is occasion where I have to introduce one of the guys working for me, I'll say something like, "This is Andy, we work together at the warehouse." People are sometimes surprised to learn that I own the place. I'm there more to answer questions, as is Dan, who has not been given the title as foreman, but he acts as one. Even when I'm there, I take care of the business end of things; I pretty much leave the warehouse up to Dan.
We have a breakroom. The refrigerator is always well stocked with cartons of milk and chocolate milk, a variety of canned pop, bottled water, and beer that we break out on especially hard and rewarding days, all at my expense. Time off for the guys is never a problem. They don't abuse it and they know I won't tolerate it.
It doesn't take experience or a lot of formal education to do the work. The work is very physically demanding and it takes a strong body, especially a strong back and legs. I tell myself that's the reason I hire mostly on how a guy is built, but I know better. Honestly, I also hire a lot on looks. Honestly, I want some eye candy. Hey, it's my warehouse. (We're kind of like the UPS guys.....seems all UPS guys are studs). Except my guys are better looking and built better than a lot of the UPS guys.
In warm weather they can work without their shirts. On some days, some work in just shorts or cut-off jeans, work boots and hardhats, other days just baseball caps. They're all in good shape, a couple of them are real muscle-heads....hey, I do the hiring so why not have eye candy around....so it's also a rather sex-charged atmosphere, I think, with sweat gleaming and running down those muscles. The guys range in age from "the boy" who just turned 19, to "Dad" who is 54, but looks 40. The guy doesn't even have a trace of a wrinkle. They kid him about taking his pension. There's Me, Dan (34), Shawn (19), Matt (30), Parker, (25), Bryan, (37), Derrick (40), Ross (43), Clay (54)
There is no pension plan but I do pay full cost of health care insurance, and a decent wage. I don't worry about the minimum wage because I have my own minimum wage; ten bucks an hour. There is a top wage and most of the guys are at it. Try to give raises once a year. But if some big chunk of business goes south, I reserve the option of a temporary cut. Have only had to do that once, but promised I would make it up when I could so they wouldn't be out anything in the long run. And I did. Nobody left. I pay bonuses, based on length of service, because everybody pretty much carries his share of the workload.
I don't have job applications. My interview is pretty much a conversation, while I'm observing the guy (imaging what he looks like in shorts or without his clothes on). We go out in the warehouse, I show him basically what the job is, tell them what I pay, and that's it. We have ten paid holidays and a good vacation schedule, and days off for personal reasons aren't a problem. No Presidents day or MLK day off. We have a little Christmas party in the break room. On Veterans Day and Memorial Day I close the place down and we all go to the services at the National Cemetery here, and try to make it to the two war memorials. It's not an option so they don't get docked.
Dan is the bull of the bunch....sometimes called the Black Bull. He's the only colored guy, hard worker, level head, highly respected by the other guys, handsome to a fault, built like a tank and hung like the mythical black stallion....over ten inches. (ask me how I know that).
He shaves his head. Black guys can get away with that; not many white guys can. He's straight, has a gorgeous girlfriend, but we "hooked up" some months ago and he's been fucking my brains out once or twice a week before or after work. He has let me rim him a few times but I haven't got my finger in his ass yet. But that'll happen. If I can get a finger in a guy and touch his prostate, he's mine. Dan does rearrange my insides quite beautifully, though, with his huge cock.
We've also talked about bringing a third guy in on it, but he's not black. He's the young white kid, just turned 19, also built to a fault, and well hung. Don't know if we will approach him or not, or how.
And how it all got started?
Many times guys bring clean clothes and keep them in their lockers so they can shower if they're going someplace right after work, like the young stud when he's going on a date. They never shower together, although once in a while, one guy will shower and let another guy in the bathroom to shave or something. That was the situation with Dan and me; that's how we got started.
I was going to shower after work one day and he said he needed to shower too, and he needed to shave again because he was picking up his woman to take her to a dinner theater and he didn't want to have to drive clear home then come back and pick her up. I told him he could go ahead and shower then he could shave while I showered. Oddly, it was the first time we were in the bathroom together.
I waited in the break room; everybody else had gone home. He finished with his shower and yelled that I could have it. I went in and he was lathering up his face while I undressed. He hadn't bothered to put anything on and I stole a quick glance at his bare butt....nice and round, two big bubbles, and hard looking. They looked hard flexing and churning in his jeans, too. I glanced in the mirror and our glances met only for a split second, but it was that all important eye contact. We were talking, small talk, I think to ease the tension from that eye contact. As I leaned into the shower to turn it on and adjust the temp, I made some remark about I bet he sure made his girlfriend happy with that equipment he was carrying around. He took it as a compliment and I added another remark, something like, I bet he could make ANYBODY happy with that. Our glances met in the mirror again when I said it and I was sure I had connected with him on the same outer wave length.
I was so sure about it that I didn't get in the shower; but I left it running. Instead, I walked out into the shipping room and looked out the windows to make sure my pickup and his car were the only two vehicles left in the lot. Then I walked out in the warehouse, naked, and slid the bolt on the door. I was sure, but I was cautious.
When I came back into the bathroom, our eyes met again and he sort of laughed and asked, "What'd you do, lock the door?"
"Yeah," was all I said, and he knew why, and I knew what he meant by asking.
The shower was still running but I didn't walk right over and get in it. Instead, I sort of lingered behind him, just for a couple of seconds, and we looked at each other in the mirror again. Now, for some reason, I wasn't so completely sure I had connected so I didn't try anything. But I sort of turned my head and kept looking back at him as I walked over and stepped into the shower, and I didn't close the curtain. After a couple more glances in the mirror he backed away from the sink, I was sure it was to purposely show his big, rubbery cock, and my eyes fell to it. I was bold about it. I wanted him to get the point. When I looked back up he was looking right at me and he just smiled. Good. The connection was made. He came toward the shower; he was cocksure. I was down on my haunches before he got there, and he walked right up, with his big cock laid across his palm and fed it right into my open mouth. I moaned and did my level best to deep throat him while I still could, before he got hard.
"Aww, Fuck!" he groaned. "Aww, man, I never had anybody do that before!"
I couldn't keep his cock down my throat; as he got hard and bigger--huge, actually--I had to back off of it but I gave him the best head I knew how. We weren't there to make love, but to have sex, and he had to pick up his girlfriend so he didn't try to hold off. I sucked him for I guess about fifteen minutes. At the crucial moment he pulled his cock out of my mouth and blew his load all over the shower wall. It was an awesome load, awesome to hear the stuff thudding against the wall. When he was finished I let him have the shower to wash off so he could finish getting ready to pick up his girl..
That's how it started--just a blow job that first time. (The fucking started later).
I was anxious to see how he would act on Monday morning when he came to work. It was as if nothing had happened. Till a few days later. He stayed late to shower again and I hung around to see what might develop. We got to joking and horsing around, and talking about the size of our cocks and I went out to one of the shipping desks and got a tape measure to measure him. He's nearly 10.5 long and over 7 inches around! Fuck, no wonder he rearranges my insides every time he slides that thing in me, and sets off my gag reflex when I suck him.
How the fucking got started.
I'm a sucker (pardon the pun) for big, muscular black guys, after I saw so many of them in the showers when I was in the Army. And I admit, I hired Dan on the spot, on his looks, and hoped he would work out as a worker; which he has, in spades. I knew I wanted that big cock of his in my ass the first time I saw it hanging next to me at the urinals. And after I sucked him off that first time, I was sure it could happen. He was not at all adverse to having sex with me--a guy--at least getting a blowjob, and I was certain that with a little encouragement, he would go for more. I was so sure that I started "preparing" myself--flushing out on certain days--so I would be ready for him if it happened.
It was maybe two or three weeks after that first time together. I'd sucked him off four or five times already in that time and it looked like it was going to become a regular thing. He was choking me with his big cock--I was letting him, working on my gag reflex--and at one point I got off his cock and told him I could probably handle him better another way. He asked me what other way, although I think he knew what I was saying. I asked him if he'd ever fucked a guy. He said no, and was I saying I would let him fuck me? I told him yeah, I would like to try it. He asked me if I'd ever taken a cock in my ass. I told him yes, more than once, but not many his size. Well, we went from suck mode to fuck mode.
He was naked.....he'd just showered and had come into the break room where I was waiting to suck him. He more or less lifted me to my feet and started taking off my shirt. We both undressed me and I went into the bathroom to get the lube out of my shaving kit that I keep there. No, it's not a tube of KY or other lube that would be recognizable if someone were to snoop around in my bag. It's a mixture of olive oil, body oil and Astro-glide in a small, unmarked bottle. I also took a condom with me. I went back in the lounge and handed him the lube and the condom, asking if he wanted to use it. He said, yeah, if I wanted him to. I told him, "if you're okay, I'm okay, so skip the condom if you like, because I like it raw." He was happy with that.
We had been on the old couch when I was sucking him--me on my knees beside the couch--but for some reason, he wanted me on the big wooden crate that served as a coffee table. In fact, when I was in the bathroom, he cleared everything off the coffee table so I figured that's where we were going to do it, so I sat down on it. He eased me back and straddled the crate and lifted my legs up, and shoved my thighs down against my chest. Fuck, I hadn't felt so vulnerable in a long time, laying there looking up at his muscular upper body and that monster cock in his fist. He uncapped the bottle of lube and drizzled some in the crack of my ass then some on his cock, then hunkered down and aimed. I braced myself.
He said, "I hope to fuck you can handle me, `cause I don't like to hear the word Stop once I get my cock in the hole."
I assured him he would never hear me utter the word.
He aimed, and shoved. It was more like he bore down on me. The solid wooden crate under me, the solid wood of his cock, there was no give anywhere except my asshole. Godd, talk about hurting! I thought he was gonna rip me a new asshole. I know I winced but I didn't cry out or anything. I mean, I wanted this; I wasn't about to start yelling uncle and besides, he didn't like to hear the word Stop. Once he was through the tight ass muscle, he sank right in. Talk about rearranging things. I don't know if my vital organs are even then or ever did now shift back in their right places, I think he might've shoved them into new, permanent locations and they're afraid to move back for fear he'll come plowing in again.
It was an absolutely awesome fuck. Made more so by feasting my eyes on his good looks and his bulging, rippling muscles. He fucked me a lot longer than I expected he would, being his first time with a guy, but I think my ass was just another form of pussy for him. He was long winded; he had built up phenomenal staying power and he never once paused to back himself off. When he went off he reminded me of a black stallion, the way his nostrils flared out and the way his eyes bulged. And I could actually feel him cumming. Not just the jolting of his cock; I could feel his cum shooting up inside me. Not many guys are powerful enough to make me feel it like that, but he was a horse in more ways than one. I didn't mind, and still don't mind, being his pussy, although he never says or treats me like one. He treats me like a man, says he loves fucking my man ass. Which he's been doing now at least once, sometimes twice or three times a week.
Here is something I wrote up about Dan and me before I added the part you just read.
Okay, here's how it went after work at the warehouse the other night. Dan is my right hand man; an exceptional worker and a good man. I trust him with my warehouse and my ass. He's a few years younger than me, six feet tall, about 230 pounds, which is two inches taller than me and about 50 pounds heavier. He's a big guy, but he doesn't look huge till he takes his clothes off because he's solid muscle and it's all in the right places. He's a beautiful chocolate brown, good-looking; dark eyes of course, beautiful teeth and a killer smile. He's easy going, a tiny bit shy, and a great sense of humor. Like I said, he's built, naturally, says he doesn't work out seriously.
The way it happens is, he'll ask me, out of earshot of the other guys, if I need him to stay late, or I ask him if he wants to stick around, or come in early in the morning, on overtime. I can tell by the way he asks me if he's just asking, sort of offering to do me a favor, or if he WANTS to stay late and I know he's horny. If I ask him to come in early in the morning, it's on overtime; if he stays late, he doesn't get paid. Don't know why, it's just the way it's worked out. So when everyone else is gone I bolt the door from the inside.
We always shower first, separately. That's another odd thing; we shower separately before, but afterwards we shower together. Again, don't know why; that's just the way things have worked out. He usually showers first and he's waiting on me in the break room. I shower and get ready, including flushing out and getting lubed up. I don't use Anal Ease with him. I like feeling the pain of entry. I figure a cock that size is supposed to hurt and you should be able to take it like a man.
I go into the break room; he's stretched out on the couch naked, with his feet cocked up on the wooden crate. He's an awesome sight, naked. He's big; bigger than me in length and a little bigger around. We joke a lot about how I'm hung, being a white guy. I tell him, jokingly, that my great-great grandfather was black. His cock is fluffed up, but not hard. He's got big, heavy balls, like a stallion. I call him my Black Stallion. I walk over and stand astraddle his legs and lean down and take his cock in my mouth. It's a mouthful but I can actually force it down my throat if I do it before he gets too big and hard. I suck him for a few minutes to get him going. I like to feel his cock swell up in my throat then pull off of it and see how much bigger it gets. I want to get him hard and ride down on his cock but he likes me on my back starting out so that's how we'll end up.
When I think he's ready I step aside and he gets up from the couch so I can lie down. I'm the bottom; he's always the top. He says I'm the only guy he's ever had sex with, and I believe him. He's pretty fuckin' straight, has a gorgeous girlfriend. He likes to have his hands on my body, especially my butt and my chest muscles, and he likes to nibble and suck my tits, but he seldom touches my cock except to jack it a little when he's fucking me. I love the feel of his tongue anywhere he puts it. I would die for him to rim me but I know that's never gonna happen.
I'm ready, lubed up, and there's no foreplay; we both know what we're there for. For some reason, he changes his mind and wants me on the couch. He picks me up and lays me on the couch. He doesn't waste any time. He takes my left leg and lays it up on the back of the couch; lifts my right leg up and puts it on his shoulder. His cock is never steel hard when he goes in, which is great. He squeezes it at the base to force the blood to the end which makes his cock plenty hard enough to shove it in me. It hurts a little, but just till he gets his cock shoved in up to his fist, then he lets go of it and shoves those last inches in to the hilt. It doesn't hurt so bad because my asshole is squeezing around the base of his cock which is still pliable.....it's like his cock conforms to the inside of my ass instead of the other way around. He still doesn't waste any time. He starts fucking me and now his cock starts getting harder. It's awesome the way it stiffens up inside me and really fills me up. Dan is an expert cocksman. He drives me nuts the way he moves. I especially like it when he buries his cock and twists his butt around and sort of cork-screws me with it.
That's how we start, almost every time. By that time of day he's got a five o'clock shadow that feels good on my chest when he sucks my tits. He loves doing it, and it drives me nuts. He's got a wonderful tongue--like wet, fine-grade sandpaper--would like to feel it in my ass, but I know that's never going to happen. Don't know if you will ever find out, but a black guy's tongue feels different than a white guy's. Like soft sandpaper or something.
He never sticks with one position. He turns us around so he's on his knees on the floor and fucks me with my ass sticking out over the edge of the couch. After a while he maneuvers us around so I'm laying on the crate again and he's standing over me, driving his cock in me. There's no give like there is on the couch--he really nails me to the crate. Then he picks me up and fucks me standing up. That's wild as hell, especially when he bounces on the balls of his feet or walks around with me. He asks me if I wanta go for a walk through the warehouse. I don't have to answer, I know he's gonna do it. It's weird, and hot, walking through the darkened warehouse, naked, where all the guys were working just a short time ago, hanging onto this big black god while he fucks my ass with every step. If they only knew...............
Back in the break room he sets me on the countertop and fucks me where the guys fix their lunch every day. From there we go over to one of the chairs and he bends me in half over the back of the chair and really goes at me hard, damn near turning the chair over. From there, it's down to the floor. Again, no give, and he really nails me. I think he likes it on the floor the best, because there's no give to my ass and he's got leverage with his feet against the couch and he's got the entire floor to roll me around on. I pretty much know that he's going to hit all the positions, except the walk through the warehouse--that surprised me--and we don't always do that. He's fucked me in the back of the truck, and in the seat. Notice I'm not putting any dialogue in here because there's never much dialogue between us......just moans and groans and a few Oh, My Gods thrown in.
He doesn't ever seem to make any conscious effort to hold off. It's more like, when he's taken us through the routine then he asks me if I'm ready for him to cum, or breed me. I'm always ready when he asks me that. I could let him fuck me for hours, his cock is an absolute perfect fit in my ass, but I know he's ready and wants to blow his load. The guy's loads are phenomenal. I'm a hard, heavy shooter myself, but he's even more so. It's like a fuckin' fountain erupting. He just keeps cuming, like nine, ten, twelve shots. And it's thick, like fuckin' ropes. Sometimes he shoots in me, sometimes he pulls out and lets me see him cum. He likes best to aim for my mouth but he's always back far enough that he gets it all over my face. He drenches me. We both love it. He doesn't ask and I don't either--whatever he wants to do is fine with me. When he's fucking me, I'm pretty much his. I like to think of myself as his white slut. Not that he uses me.....it's not like that. I get my pleasure no matter what he does, so it's okay for him to get his any way he wants. And he's got me so on the edge all the way through it that I can work up my load any time he's ready.
I am still thinking of ways to bring the young muscle stud in on it.
The End