The New Job (mm oral)

Chapter 1

I could tell by the way he wore his cut-off shorts that he liked to show off his package. Don't get me wrong, it was well worth showing off, and I appreciated his tradesman chic dress sense, but his attitude and aloofness was a little off-putting. He was in charge and I was just the latest in a long line of labourers that he had to train.

I was the new guy, the trainee on the site, and he was the know-it-all foreman. He wanted everything done right and was spending a lot of time by my side making sure that it was. He watched me stack the bricks, he watched me mix the cement, fuck, I thought he was gonna come in and watch me piss he was on my case so much!

It seemed like he was gonna spend all day every day closely supervising me, so I figured I might as well get to know the guy a bit better, and he wasn't starting any conversations.

"You married?" I asked.

"Fuck off, I don't want a woman hanging around telling me who I can and can't fuck" he replied in that macho, sneering tone that is so Australian.

"So you like to spread it around huh?" The topic of conversation was just what I was hoping for.

"As long as I get off and have fun doing it, sure, why the fuck not? You only live once."

"Yea, I agree with you there, there isn't much in the way of sex that I'd refuse, life's too short and I'm too ugly to turn anyone away." We both laughed, which broke the ice a little more. "So, what's your favourite?" I asked, continuing on my favourite topic.

"Oh, I don't know... I love getting my cock sucked on and watching some slut choking down my cumload." As he spoke, he adjusted his bulging crotch a little with the fingers of his left hand, a well-practiced almost unconscious movement. It seemed like the topic was beginning to get to him.

"But, to be honest, it's been a while since it happened! Too fucking long!" he seemed distant, possibly remembering back to the last time... .

"Oh yea? How long?"

"Couple of weeks. I'm about ready to drown some bitch." More laughter. The thought of some lucky slut copping a gutful of this stud's cum was having its effect on my own crotch and I had to do some readjusting of my own.

As I continued to mix the cement, I watched from the corner of my eye as he twisted his leather toolbelt a little to the right, alleviating the pressure of the full nail pouch against his growing cock. Even from where I was standing, about three feet away, I could see that his cock was just about fully hard by now as his shorts tented out by the stiffness of his prick. I couldn't stop myself from imagining the precum that must have started oozing from his slit, and his overfilled balls rolling around in his jocks with a built up load of manjuice that I was now fantasising about swallowing.

"Fuck man, we gotta change the subject or I'm gonna have to whack it off right here. I'm too horny for this!" We both laughed but I could tell from the look he was giving me that he had by now realised that I would not mind one bit if he did jack off then and there. In fact, I think at this point I was probably salivating and staring at his firm hairy legs and his skimpy little shorts, barely covering his hard dick from my view. I was about to reply that I wouldn't mind at all, if that's what he needed to do when he lowered his voice and almost whispered:

"You thinking what I think you're thinking matey?" he asked, more friendly than before... the back of his hand brushing his cockhead through the well-worn fabric.

"I don't know. What are you thinking?" I asked, not wanting to show my hand completely at this delicate stage of the game.

"I'm thinking you might wanna help me out here... ." That hand lingering suggestively around his groin which I now noticed had a definite wet spot on the denim.

He was also playing the game, not wanting to say the words that we both knew were true. I felt like I might feint, I was suddenly short of breath and my head began spinning, but this was an opportunity to help him out, so I wasn't gonna let that pass. I didn't know whether to fall to my knees or run away before he started throwing punches. Cruising tradesmen can be very dangerous game. I decided to be honest, as he was definitely turned on by the prospect he foresaw. Hard cocks don't lie!

"Well, I think you might be right there buddy. You got a place to go to?" I licked my lips just to let him know that I was as keen to help him out as he seemed to be for this to happen right now.

"I'm the foreman aren't I? Come on, it's time for your lunch break."

Chapter 2

We both walked awkwardly towards his "Office" which was a temporary building at the back of the site, our hands clasped in front, trying to hide the bulges that our hard cocks were making in our shorts.

The other labourers onsite were working away, oblivious to the sordid transaction that was about to commence in the foreman's hut. As we passed a group of sweaty, dirty men, the foreman told one of them that he was going to have a private discussion with me about my work performance, and that he didn't want us to be disturbed.

The guy, smirking a little, said "OK Boss, I'll make sure of it!" It seemed to me that this impromptu lookout had inside information and knew what was really going on. Had he been in this position himself? I couldn't help but wonder...

I thought that it was probably unnecessary to mention anything to the others as it would just arouse their suspicions, but I didn't say anything, just going along with the boss. I was too preoccupied by my thoughts of his hard meat roughly fucking my cock-hungry throat. I couldn't wait to see what he was packing in that pouch.

I didn't have to wait long at all! As soon as the flimsy metal door closed behind me, the boss had his toolbelt off and in one motion had pulled the front of his shorts down under his balls. His hard and juicy cock was thrust up and toward me on a platform of smooth veiny flesh. God, it looked so good I just feel to me knees before him and began to breath his sweaty manscent deeply into my lungs. I looked him up and down, taking in the sexy vision of masculinity that he was, a horny, virile man making good use of his newly discovered blow-buddy! I was going to enjoy this!

I could see that in his jocks that he was wearing, and that I had pushed down to somewhere around his knees, that there were big wet spots of his cockjuice that must have been leaking out from when we began our discussion outside. Mmmnn I think it turned him on more when I began to suck at the worn, wet fabric, savouring all traces of his horniness. His cock was involuntarily twitching up and down in front of my face, demanding some attention.

My mouth was watering as I began my "work", licking and slurping all over his slick purple knob. The clear juice leaking freely from his piss slit onto my tongue. I ran my fingernails up and down along his inner thighs and ran my hand all over his heavy balls. I pushed his jocks down completely over his boots and he stepped out of them, spreading his freed hairy legs as wide as he could. Man, he was so sexy. Leaning over me with his sweaty handsome dirty face, eyes closed as he relaxed and let me do my bit.

He kind of moaned as he thrust his hips toward me, as he grabbed the top of my head to ensure that I didn't try to back away as he forced his thick fuckpole deeper into my tight throat. He needn't have worried, I wasn't going anywhere until I had sucked his big hot ball-load direct from his spout. His dick was so delicious! Not all that big, just about average I guess, but, that is big enough for me! In fact, all the better to deep throat, which I was doing to him now!

"Oh yea, suck that cock, you fucking pussy. Eat my hot meat" His dirty encouraging words were like an aphrodisiac to me, and my own cock was harder than I could remember it ever being. I felt sure that the Boss and I were going to get along just fine.

I was jacking my cock and rubbing my balls against his dirty workboots. It felt really good, kind of rough. For contrast I pressed 'em against his shin, the feeling of his hairy leg on my balls was ticklish and like heaven.

We continued for a long time. I thought about his endurance and wondered how long it might take him. My head filled with visions of him fucking, his smooth muscular ass bouncing up and down as his hard turgid cock pounded away at some slut's pussy. I wondered if perhaps one day I could experience his cock inside of me, probing over and over at my tight butt. Sucking his cock was one thing, but would this horny stud get into full on mansex? I could only hope to find out.

It was like I went into some kind of trance, lost in time and space thinking of nothing, just the constant thrusting and pumping of his hot hard cock in my throat all that I was conscious of. That and the tight grip of his strong masculine hands around my head, adjusting the angle of my throat for maximum thrust. This was where I wanted to spend the rest of my life.

I don't know how long it took, but gradually I became aware that the boss had begun to moan louder and breath heavier. I looked up to see his face contorting with lusty pleasure, above his broad hairy heaving chest that I had been exploring with my hands.

Suddenly I felt the first gush of his thick load spurt deep down my throat. Despite the signals, the force of it took me by surprise and I had to swallow fast and gulp hard to avoid choking on his spunk. That first spurt was followed by many more that flooded my mouth and began to drool out onto my chin and dribble down onto my t-shirt.

As he pumped out his cumload, I squeezed his contracting buns hard with my hands, pulling his shaft as far into my throat as I could get it, sucking hard to drain his balls of their precious cargo.

"Oh fuck! I needed that!" he said as he stepped back out of my grasp.

I said nothing, but continued to jack at my cock, which was very close to shooting it's own load by now. I had neglected my own pleasure in favour of getting him to cum, and now I had no choice but to finish off.

To my surprise, he grabbed my arm and pulled me up to standing position. His hand roughly grasped my slick hot dick and he began to jack me off. Wow, I didn't expect him to do anything like this. His grip was awkward and I could tell by the way he was handling me that this was the first time he had jacked another guy's cock. Something about the depth of his movements, I felt like he was going to peel the skin off my dick!

"It's Ok, I'd just like to hold you" I said as I regained control, and furiously jacked my dick as I pressed myself up against his muscular hairy body. Within seconds of him grabbing my ass and massaging it, kneading it with his strong fingers, I began to pump my hot load of jism out all over his stomach, squelching it between us.

"You fucking dirty cunt" he laughed as he swore, eyes wide open as he realised what had happened. "You've fucking covered me with your cum!" His face took on the look of disgust, but then soon mellowed to a smile as I think he realised that he had enjoyed the feeling of a hot load spraying on his hairy skin.

"It's ok, relax!" I replied as I slid down and began cleaning him up with my tongue. I made sure that his cock was completely clean and that I had licked up all of my own cum, saving him the embarrassment of having to go wash it off in front of the other men.

"Well, now that's what I call a good blow job!" he complimented me.

"There's more waiting just for you, anytime you want it boss!" We both pulled our clothes back on as best we could.

As I looked up at his face, wanting to see the look of respect for a job-well-done that I thought I would see there, I noticed that he winked over my shoulder toward the window. I spun around just in time to see the laughing face of the "lookout" guy as he stepped down from his position at the window. I realised immediately that I had been set up as some kind of lunchtime sex-show for the boys!

"You fucking bastard! You fucking let them watch me suck your cock?"

"Relax pal, you got what you wanted, didn't you?" I had to admit that he was correct, I had indeed had a great time, and the fact that I had been observed didn't really disturb me. What did bother me was how the other guys were going to treat me now, knowing that I was a cocksucking faggot. "They're good blokes, and they know a good thing when they see it."

"You reckon they're gonna be cool about this? I'm not that thrilled about being bashed."

"What makes you think they'd do that? Why don't you take a look outside?" His beautiful smile was melting my anger and I was now very curious about what he meant about outside. I went to the door and opened it.

Outside, lined up, naked and smiling with their hard cocks in their hands, was the rest of the work crew.

"OK men, the queue starts right here," said the boss as he pushed my down to my knees once more. You can guess how I spent the rest of that afternoon!

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