Diary of a Teenage Hunk 15 (mm)
by Peterbilt
The Diary
Applying For A Job
Applied for a job today at a warehouse. The foreman doing the hiring was naked when I went in his office, he just got out of the shower. He made it known right up front that chances of getting a job depended on whether I was willing to have sex with him. I had no problem with that, except he wanted me to eat his ass. I had to think about that. Normally, I would've walked out, but when he said the job paid $22 bucks an hour, I had to stop and think about it and reconsider. There was a a lot of turmoil in my head but I decided to do it. It wasn't so bad. In, fact, I sort of liked doing it, something new and different. He smelled good, right out of the shower and that made him taste good. Then I fucked him. He said I had to eat it before I fucked him. He gave me some poppers. I don't like the stuff, but it helps in cases like that. A guy's asshole really feels good on my tongue.
Applying For A Job
Brandon walked into the warehouse, dodging a lift truck, and looked all around for some sign of an office or somebody in authority.
"Can I help you?" a young worker asked.
Fuckin' damn right, he thought to himself. But he said. "I'm looking for the supervisor, or foreman, somebody who does the hiring."
"That would be Todd Garrison, he's all three. Right down that hall and through the door on the right.
Brandon walked down the short hallway to the door at the end. He knocked and was told to come in. He was shocked to see a fortyish man wearing a pair of tight boxer shorts, drying his hair
"Oh, excuse me, I can come back."
"That's okay, come on in, if you're not offended by a little raw muscle. And if you are, you don't belong in my warehouse."
"No, I'm not offended at all. I see plenty of that in the locker room," Brandon said, closing the door behind him. Todd seemed more than just naked. He was more raw naked. He was powerfully built, with broad, thick chest muscles covered with a mat of neatly trimmed hair that trailed down his washboard stomach and disappeared into the waistband of his shorts. His thighs were massive, and hairy. There was a bush of hair under the arm that that was held up, rubbing his head.
"Just got out of the shower," he said.
"I was wondering if you're doing any hiring," Brandon said.
"Wasn't looking for anybody but it all depends on who walks through the door," said Todd.
Brandon didn't understand, but he didn't press it.
"How old are you?" Todd asked. "You're built, but I look at the eyes and you look young in the eyes."
"Eighteen."
"How long you been eighteen?"
"A couple of months. I can show you." He started to reach for his wallet.
"That's okay, I believe you. A man's word is his bond around here. Do you know what we do here?"
"Only that it's a warehouse," Brandon said.
"It's heavy work," said Todd.
"I can handle heavy work."
"I can see that. Don't interrupt me. It's heavy work, but you also have to know basic math, and have lot of common sense."
"I got A's in math," Brandon said.
"You wanta give it a try for half a day and see if you can handle it?" the foreman asked.
"I would appreciate that, if it's part of the interview or the hiring process."
"Well, the interview is about over," the foreman said.
"Oh." Brandon watched as Todd shoved his shorts down and kicked them up in the air. They sailed right at Brandon and he snatched them out of the air and handed them back to him.
"Nice catch."
"Thanks."
"And good coordination," Todd said.
"I played football and baseball."
"How's your coordination in your hips?"
"Huh?"
"Like a dancer...you know, a stripper," Todd said.
Brandon looked at him, confused.
"And your tongue coordination. Did you play a musical instrument of any kind, like a trumpet?"
"I don't know what you mean," Brandon said with a scowl, still wondering why Todd had removed his shorts, and now why all these dumb questions. His finely tuned radar gave him a gut feeling that there was going to be some kind of sex involved. Then Todd took a tube out of the desk drawer and handed it to Brandon
"Use plenty of this on your cock," he said. "But first, you put your tongue to work, then you can show me your hip coordination," he said as he bent over the desk. "Oh, and the job pays twenty-two bucks an hour. When we're done here, if you do okay, I'll give you four hours trial period."
Brandon stood there stunned, gazing at the man's round, bubble butt, spread apart to reveal the hairy pit. He hefted the tube in his hand. It was slow soaking in but his cock had already figured it out and was coming to life in his jeans.
"Just in case you didn't understand, you gotta eat it before you fuck it," Todd said over his should. "It's in the employees' handbook," he added with a wink.
Brandon shook his head to try to clear his brain. He wants me to fuck him! I walk in the door and he wants me to fuck him. But I gotta eat his ass first. He didn't think he could do that. It's twenty-two bucks an hour, a tiny voice screamed. Eat him, I want in there, his cock cried out. Twenty-two bucks just for the four hour trial period would be $88 by noon! And if he got the job......! But that depended on him getting down there and burying his face between those big round muscles and finding his asshole with his tongue. Okay he'd just gotten out of the shower, he would be clean, and nobody would know.
"You want this job or not?" Todd growled over his shoulder.
"You've got an opening for sure, if I do this?" Brandon asked.
"The opening depends on how well you open up my ass, with your tongue and your cock," Todd said.
It was all too much, too tempting, Where else could he find a job paying $22 an hour? It was unbelievable. Another tiny voice was saying, where else are you going to find such a perfect, round, inviting male butt just begging for your attention? Slowly he went down on his haunches, dropped the tube on the floor then placed his hands on the twin solid mounds. He leaned in closer, taking in the manly aroma of musk and a recent shower. After a slight hesitation, he pressed his mouth against the right check.
It wasn't a kiss, he couldn't bring himself to do that, it was simply a touch that he hoped would satisfy the man. It didn't.
"Damn, kid, my dog could do better a job. Pull 'em apart and get your tongue in here."
"You got any poppers?" Brandon asked. He surprised himself by asking, but he remember the effect it had on him before, opening the way to things that he never dreamed he would do..
The man laughed. "You need some courage out of a bottle, huh? Sure, kid, I've got poppers." He reached in a drawer and handed back the little brown bottle.
Brandon uncapped it and breathed into each nostril. By the time he did it a second time he was already feeling the warm flow of headiness. He quickly capped the bottle and took hold of the man 's butt again. The view was all different now...the thick thighs, the round, bubble butt...everything was so inviting, beckoning, tempting, He pulled them apart and buried his face.
"Mmmm," he moaned softly as he began lapping into the crack. The sound surprised him; he thought it was the foreman moaning. The man's asshole tightened and clenched in a steady rhythm of eat me, eat me, eat me, eat me. Oh, Godd, he thought as he succumbed completely to the poppers, and devoured the man's ass.
"More tongue, kid, pull my asshole open and shove your tongue in there."
He eagerly obeyed, not with revulsion, but with eager, trembling lust. He thrilled to the warm, velvety softness of the inner lining of his ass and the sphincter muscle squeezing his tongue.
"Okay, boy, give me your cock."
Brandon was still too much under the influence to fully realize what the man was saying, and he didn't want to stop what he was doing. He was suddenly really hot for the man's ass.
"Your cock," the man said, pushing Brandon's head away.
Brandon reared back, shaking his head as he slowly stood up. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked.
"You know how, don't you?"
"Yes. Sure, I do."
"Then show me."
Brandon reached down and got the lube and drizzled it on his cock then in the crack.
"I like it hard, deep and rough, so fuck me like a man. That ain't no pussy you're staring at."
Brandon took him at his word. He set his cock against the loosened hole and shoved. His cock pushed through the hole and he buried it.
"Awwwhh, Fuck, kid!" the man cried out, tossing his head back in agony.
"You said hard, and deep and rough," Brandon said.
"But after you got in," Todd said.
"I'm in," he said. The sudden weaker edge in the man's voice gave Brandon a new confidence about the situation, and he felt suddenly empowered. He was in charge. As long as the foreman was impaled on his cock he was nobody's boss; he was Brandon's slave."
Brandon fucked him unmercifully. He gave it to him hard, deep and rough, just like he asked. So hard that they moved the desk across the floor. The man choked on his cries, clawing at the edge of the desk to hold on. His feet were no longer touching the floor, like he was trying to crawl up on the desk, like he was trying to get away from him. Brandon gripped his shoulders to pull him back and slammed his cock into him.
"Ohh! Fuck, kid, you're ripping me a new asshole!" Todd groaned.
"Is it too hard, too deep, or too rough? " Brand asked mockingly, with matching thrusts.
"No! Fuck! Hell no, I'll take whatever you dish out."
Brandon pulled him up straight then picked him up and turned them around and sat on the edge of the desk, with the man still on his cock. "You dish it out. Ride my cock, fuck yourself silly," he told him.
"Awwhh! I didn't know you were so big."
"You should've checked," Brandon said.
The man hunkered over and bent his legs and fucked back on the big teenage cock with forceful, backward thrusts. Brandon leaned back and gripped the edge of the desk. There was no need to hold onto the guy, he wasn't going to try to get away.
"Ohhh, you little stud, how long can you do this?"
"As long as you want. Till you cum, or till your ass wears out and turns to mush, whichever comes first."
The foreman gave himself the ride of his life. He probably shot the load of his life. It hit the door, some six or seven feet away. When he was done he slumped forward like rag doll, till he was able to move and extract himself from the hard connection.
"Godd, you're still hard."
"I didn't know you were going to cum. I could've got off with you," he said, stroking his stiff cock.
"You can't leave like that," Todd said, stumbling to a chair. "Jack it off."
Brandon began jacking his cock. He moved closer to the foreman.
"I'm not gonna suck it."
Brandon didn't say anything. He had the poppers. He uncapped the bottle and held it forcefully to the man's nose with both hands. He put up only token resistance; he was too weak.
"Ahhh yeah, fucker," he said as he let himself be forced to inhale.
Brandon stood back, recapping the poppers. The man reached for his cock. "You said you wouldn't suck it."
"Changed my mind, boy, changed my mind. You got me charged up again." He reached out for Brandon's thigh and tried to pull him closer.
But Brandon stood back, jacking his cock. He was getting close, He edged himself a couple of times to build it up. Then he moved closer to the man. Sensing it, Todd whimpered, leaning in close with his mouth opened wide. Barely a couple of inches separated his cock from the man's gaping, eager mouth. His tongue was out, anxious, begging. Suddenly Brandon exploded. Cum shot out of his cock directly into the man waiting mouth, Brandon grabbed his head and held him in that position as he shot in his mouth and all over his face. The man was whimpering with delight. His neck muscles strained as he tried to lean in and capture the spurting cock. When the foreman was white washed, Brandon stepped back and sat on the edge of the desk, his legs trembling.
"Fuck! Don't believe you made me do that!" the man growled.
Brandon couldn't tell if he'd fucked up his chances for the job. "Do I get my half day trial?" he asked.
"No," Todd said as he was swiping at the cum on his face. He leaned over and got some shop rags off a shelf to clean himself off.
Brandon swore to himself. He'd over done it. "Well, thanks anyway."
"You don't need a half day trial period, you got the job. Report in the morning, 7:30. No, make that 5:30. I want a couple hours overtime."