THE LABOURER by Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part 8
Actually, the next couple of days were more like I'd imagined it was going to be. We were shipped to a site, we worked, I got a few stripes across the shoulders and ass to keep me going, we came back, we went to sleep. I almost started to relax, as the routine cut in - it's pretty important in life sometimes to have a routine, isn't it? You need to know where you are, and the absolute sameness of the way that Rooney ran his place, the discipline, the uniformity, all made me feel kind of safe and secure.
I'd been expecting to be caned at work, and I didn't mind it really, I suppose - that sudden shock as the stroke landed across my butt, the yelp of surprise as the overseers usually crept up on me and got me when I was least expecting it (or perhaps when I needed it most, as I looked as if I was flagging?), and then the dull ache suffusing my butt and calves as I carried on working, an ache that served to remind me what I was there for, and to keep my mind focussed on achieving the very best of which I was capable.
The next day, though, was different. Just Danny and I were unloaded at some kind of factory complex, and Ryan, the overseer in whose truck we were that morning, gave us our orders. "You two are here to unload trucks", he told us. "This place's got a lot of stock coming in that needs to be taken to long-term warehousing, and that's in the old buildings where they can't get pallets and a fork-lift. So you two have been hired out by Mister Rooney to do the unloading and carrying. It's not economic to have you properly supervised, so you'll be working on our own under the instruction of one of the foremen from this place - he probably won't punish you if you fail to work properly, but I will! We know how much work you've got to get through, and if I get back here tonight and find you haven't finished, you can expect a long session on the horse when we get back... You'll need to think about that and force yourselves to keep up your own work rate, OK?"
"Yes, sir", Danny replied t once, and I echoed him as I didn't want to provoke trouble.
Ryan and the other guys drove off then, and Danny and I stood there, until a reasonably friendly looking guy in his fifties, I'd guess, came up and told us what we were going to do. It wasn't hard to understand - it turns out it wasn't a plant, really, but some sort of furniture repository. The trucks would come in, and we'd be responsible for unloading them and carrying all the stuff into the store - mind you, that was up two flights of stairs, and so I knew we'd be getting a real workout in the calves and thighs that day: it's tiring constantly climbing stairs, isn't it, especially when I guessed we'd be loaded down with stuff?
Well, one truck arrived, and Danny and I unloaded it - it wasn't all that hard, actually, and the variety was kind of fun: sometimes we carried a lot of little things up the stairs, and sometimes we both had to manhandle something big and heavy like a couch. I guess we were used to working constantly, without stopping, and when the foreman came back he looked astonished that we'd finished. He was used to having his own guys unload the trucks, and evidently they just didn't go at it quite as quickly.
The next truck wasn't due for over an hour, and he told Danny and me that we could take a break! It seemed kind of strange, actually: since I'd been at Rooney's I'd never had any time to myself, never had a chance to stop. And now here we were with nothing to do! Danny seemed really pleased - I guess it must have been even more unusual for him, as he'd been at Rooney's longer, and he bounded up the stairs away from the loading bay to the store rooms where we'd been moving all the stuff to. The last thing we'd carried in was a big couch, and Danny sank down onto it, gesturing for me to join him.
"Man, this is living!", he said, as he stretched out his arms an legs as you do when you're relaxing.
"Does this happen often?"
"No, Steve. But when it does, you need to make the most of it. I haven't had a break from work for over a month, or thereabouts - I can't remember exactly - when a truck broke down on a site we were all working at and blocked the entrance. The whole crew of us could just lie there in the grass for hours - it was amazing."
I was sitting next to him, quite close, then to my surprise Danny put his hand on my thigh, and casually stroked it up the inside, towards my crotch. I felt that tingling sensation as all the hairs on my skin there almost stood on end - it's some of the most sensitive skin on your body, isn't it? Now if a guy had done this to me a week ago, he'd have been like dead meat on the floor as I'd have hit him. But somehow I'd got used to having guys touch me - we all washed each other in the showers, you will remember. So my normal reflexes didn't cut in, and by the time I'd finished thinking about it, I realised I quite enjoyed it as Danny's hand started to rub the front of my shorts, and my dick responded as you'd expect.
"Cut it out, Danny....", I murmured. But perhaps it was something in my tone that made him carry on... I was surprised to hear that my voice had gone kind of husky and low, and quiet.
"Hmmmm.... You are a big boy, Steve....", he muttered, and carried on stroking at me. An incredible sensation was going through me as his hand was stroking my dick, which was now straining against the tight fabric of my shorts.
Before I could stop him, Danny slid off the couch and knelt between my legs. His hands almost tore open my shorts, then his head went down and my rigid dick was being suckled by his hot mouth. I groaned in ecstasy - look, I'm not a fag, as I've told you. But as Danny's lips slid up and down my shaft and his tongue teased at my 'skin and toyed with my piss slit, I felt terrific. And, after all, I'd had blow jobs before from some of the women I'd been with, and this wasn't so different, was it? Well, actually, it was - it was better, far, far better. Danny seemed to know just how hard to grip my shaft, he didn't seem embarrassed to pull my dick out of his mouth and tenderly 'skin me back before sliding his tongue all around my wet cock head, and even though I knew I must be starting to leak pre-cum, he didn't seem at all concerned by the taste - the last bitch who'd sucked me had stopped the moment a few pearls had appeared, and told me it was disgusting!
"Nooooo....", I half moaned. Actually, I didn't want him to stop, but I thought I ought to make out that I did. Fortunately Danny ignored me and carried on playing with my dick, and I was getting more and more excited: I had those terrific almost electric sensations going through me: my dick was straining so hard as I was so erect that I thought it might burst, and it was almost hurting; and I was squirming as his lips slammed into the sensitive flange around my dick head, and then retreated - it was utterly fantastic. I knew I was about to cum, and started to groan out loud as the hot feeling spread from my balls.
Suddenly, Danny stopped. He had his palms on my knees, and now he looked up at me as my dick bobbed around just in front of his open mouth. He was smiling, almost laughing.
"Is that good, Steve?"
"Better than good.... Fucking fantastic...."
"I've won then!"
"Won what?"
"My bet with Craig and some of the others. They said you were some sort of odd guy who was so totally straight that you'd never let me get my mouth around your dick... Now....."
He bend down again, and an incredible thrill shot through me as once again his tongue began to stroke at my dick head. I groaned again, but then reached down, pushed my hands on either side of his head, and forced him off me.
"What the fuck are you on about?"
"Steve, there's something odd about you. We all think it. You don't seem to join in properly in the showers... And it's as if you've never had another guy suck at you...."
"Well, I haven't..."
"How so? You can hardly avoid it in the county jail.... Surely you had a bit of fun with your cell mates? I mean, four guys banged up together for hours on end - what else did you do with yourselves?"
All at once I wished that I'd told the truth from the start about my indenture. Now it just looked ridiculous if I was to say that I was there voluntarily - they might have laughed at me if I'd said it on the first day, but now they'd all probably be pissed off if I said I'd been lying. Oh shit! Why had I done it? I looked down, and Danny was still there, held in my hands, looking up at me kind of expectantly.
"Well, you know... I was mostly in solitary." Even as I said it, I knew it was almost certainly a mistake to compound my lies like this.
"And the guards didn't even try to fuck you?"
"No... I guess I must have been kind of lucky. Or perhaps they were scared. I was in for a violent crime..."
"Up state, where I was, the guards had first pick of all the new inmates. And the bigger and tougher the con was, the more they enjoyed taking him."
I didn't like where this conversation was going, so I pushed Danny down, back onto my dick. Suddenly I realised that the experience I was getting was now different - Danny was sucking and nuzzling at me just as he had before, but the sensation I was experiencing was intensified, so totally much more than before. I realised that it was because I was almost in control, as my big hands still gripped his head, and I could pull him up more, or push him right down so that his nose was completely buried in my pubes.... I did this, and felt Danny begin to struggle, and so I let him up. But the feeling I'd had as my sensitive dick head had slammed into the back of his throat had been incredible, and I pushed him down again.
Danny's whole body started to struggle - I could feel him trying to break away from my hands, and his hands were beating up and down on my knees and thighs in a frantic scrabbling to try to get free. It was as if my body knew what it needed to do - I slammed my heels - hard - into Danny's ribs as he knelt there between my legs, and I was rewarded by seeing his whole body almost buck at the sheer unexpectedness of it. I pushed his head back down, and revelled as his hot breath hit my balls, and my dick again jerked at the soft moistness of his throat.
Then I let him come up, but held his head firmly as I pulled it up off my dick. He was coughing and spluttering, and tears were running down his face. "Steve.... Please.... Please don't....." He managed to get out, through his coughing and wheezing.
But I was fired up with the sensation - I didn't want this to stop. And being in control of him was even better than just having him suck me normally, so I slammed his head back down on to me, and my body even arched up off the couch, thrusting my hips upward, as if I needed to get the last millimetre of my dick into him. I held him there as his body thrashed around a it more, kicked at his ribs again to quieten him, then allowed him up.
"Steve....", he pleaded.
"I thought you liked sucking cock, Danny. It was you who started it...."
"Steve, please..."
I looked down at him, and seeing him there, totally in my power, made my already straining dick go even harder, if that was possible.
"Hey, Danny... I was just getting into that.... And now you want me to stop..... Come on, boy, get down on m dick again... I need to cum now...."
"No, Steve, please.... That dick's too big for my throat....."
"I need to cum, cock sucker - get ready to go down on me again....". Somehow hearing me say these words, the kind of thing I'd never said before in my whole life, made me feel even more totally sexually charged.
I knew I needed to get his mouth around me again almost immediately, as otherwise I'd be spraying cum all over him - I could feel my dick throbbing with the excitement, as if it was almost trying to jerk itself off! I tightened my grip on his head, and guided him towards my waiting dick again.
"No, please, Steve.... Fuck me instead...."
"What?"
"Please, Steve... A great guy like you. You can't fool me - you've been around the block, you know what's what. Please, Steve - don't waste that cum that I can almost feel bubbling up... Fuck me, please.
You know you want to, and we'll both enjoy it more...."
Look, having a cocksucker like this attending to me was one thing, but fucking him... Well, I'd never done that before. I'd never wanted to do it. I've told you that I think a guy's ass is for one thing only - crapping from.
"Please, Steve... I want that dick up my ass, Steve. You're not scared, are you?"
That stopped me in my tracks, I can tell you. No one can accuse me of ever being scared of anything! Hadn't I volunteered to get caned and tawsed as I was so unafraid of pain. But why might he even think I was "scared" of fucking him? Could he guess that I'd never been with a guy before? And if he did, he'd know I hadn't been in Jail, and that I'd lied to them all. Mind you, deep down, I was scared - the first time you do something new, it helps to have an experienced guide, doesn't it? I wasn't sure I could fuck him, relying as I would be on the experience of having Rob and Mike fuck me! But there was no way I was going to admit that I didn't know how to do something that all the other guys knew how to do.
As all these thoughts raced through my brain, it was as if I almost watched myself do it: my reaction was so surprising. Completely without thinking about it I let go of his head, pulled my arm back, and slapped the side of his head hard with my open palm. The crack as the blow landed echoed around the room as we sat there. "Don't you call me scared, you little fucker!", I heard myself shouting.
Danny's head went against my thigh, and he was whimpering - that slap must really have hurt him. "Please, Steve, I'm sorry... Please don't hit me again, Steve."
This was ridiculous! I'd acted completely out of character, I'd hit a guy, a guy much smaller than me, and I actually felt good about it! Seeing him crouched there, his face covered in snot and tears, his hands clutching at my thigh, and hearing him begging me to leave him alone, was the most complete and absolute turn-on I'd ever had. He was in my power - I could seriously hurt him and he could do almost nothing to prevent me, I knew.
"It's OK, Danny. But watch what you say in future, OK? If I ever hear you say I'm afraid again, you'll wish you were never born!"
He slowly pulled himself to his feet and stood there in front of me, looking really miserable. "Steve, I'm sorry - I didn't realise you were a top like this... Please don't hit me again."
As I watched, he undid his shorts and pushed them down to the ground, kind of hopping around to get them over his big work boots. His dick was rock hard, too, so perhaps he actually enjoyed being treated like this, one part of my brain told me. Danny went and laid across the arm of the couch, his ass towards me, and he reached back with his hands and spread his cheeks apart. I could see his asshole there at the bottom of his ass crack, the darker pinkish-brown contrasting with the white of his skin. It looked somehow both exciting and interesting - I mean, I've never really seen another guy's ass like that before - well, you don't, do you?
"Please, Steve, fuck me!", Danny was saying, his voice intense and husky.
"Hey, no.... "
"Please, Steve - you're in charge, you're a real top, I can tell. Please, why won't you fuck me, Steve? Most of the other guys think I'm OK! What's wrong with me, why won't you fuck me like you've fucked guys before?"
"Nothing!" Well, it was out, before I could stop myself or think of the consequences. "There's nothing wrong with you, Danny. And I like you. You're a nice guy...."
"So why won't you fuck me? I'm ready, you're hard... That foreman won't be back for a bit, and even if he does, I don't mind if he sees me being fucked by a real stud like you..."
"No..."
"What's the matter, Steve? Come on, we're just two guys together... Let's not stop the fun now.... Pretend you're back in the county jail, and I'm one of your cell mates... I bet you fucked them, didn't you?"
Oh shit! There it was again. Why had I done that, why had I gone down that silly route of inventing a past for myself? And I'd done it twice - I might have been able to back out before, earlier on, but I'd elaborated on my story, even. And I'd look completely fucking stupid now to tell him that I'd never been in a cell.... And I guess that if you're locked up in a cell, you do fuck the other guys... Well, you do if you're a "top" and don't want to get fucked yourself. So if I didn't fuck him, he'd doubt I'd been in jail, and he'd tell the others, and then my secret would be out... I got to my feet and stood there, debating what I was going to do. I had just made my mind up to tell Danny the truth, when my own body almost overrode me: my dick was straining upwards, way above the horizontal (and that's special for me - I mean, you see those very young "twink" guys on the porn magazines on the top shelf of the newsagents with their little "twink" dicks almost touching their navels. But I'm a really big, well hung guy, and I don't care how strong your muscles are, if your dick is really thick and long, it's hard to get it to be erect much above the horizontal! So I stood there, feeling it straining away, and as I watched, a small drool of pre-cum forced itself out of my piss slit and dangled down towards the floor. My 'skin was right back, and I'd never seen my dick head looking darker and wetter as it was totally engorged with blood and slimed with my juices. As I moved slightly, it bobbed up and down in reaction, and the already intense feelings of sexual excitement got even worse. Almost without realising it I shuffled up behind Danny, kicked at his ankles with my boots to spread his legs apart more to get him to a more convenient height, and pushed the snout of my dick towards his hole.
It was like a burst of fireworks as my dick head touched his asshole. As I'd stood there, holding the root of my dick to steady myself, and a bit unsure of what to do, Id' scraped my dick along the bottom of Danny's crack. Danny had given a low, long moan and his whole body had shuffled kind of expectantly, and I had reacted. His hole felt so different against my dick head - I'd never felt anything like this before - not my own hands when I was jerking off, not the mouth of any one of those bitches when they sucked me, not even Danny's mouth...
Trembling with excitement, I thrust my hips forward tentatively and hesitantly, and felt Danny's ass resist me. I pushed harder, and he resisted still, and then remembering how it had been when Rob and Mike had fucked me, I pulled back slightly, and thrust forward quite hard. I felt my dick head slide into him, and at the same time Danny's cry at the unexpected pain really turned me on.
I shuffled my feet a bit to get my balance again, then slowly and deliberately started to push my dick all the way in to Danny, all the time listening to his groans and moans - were they of pleasure, or pain? I didn't know, and , frankly, I didn't care - all I knew was that this was the most incredible feeling Id ever experienced. I'd got another man skewered on my dick, and I was enjoying it.
Look, I've fucked enough women to know what you do. But as I started to thrust myself in and out, this was incomparably better. For one thing Danny's ass gripped my dick so much tighter, and as my dick head met his sphincter repeatedly, it gave me so much more sensation. And for another there was the whole power thing: I mean, a woman knows that's what she's there for, doesn't she? But another guy, well, you're using him, doing what you want to do to him, and he can't do anything about it once you're up him, can he? He could be doing the same thing to you, unlike a woman, and it's only your power that makes you on top rather than him. As if to emphasise this, I felt my hands now gripping at Danny's ribs, and my thrusts got harder and harsher as my body slammed in and out of him. Danny was almost screaming, and this inflamed me even more. There was no way I was going to stop this, until the inevitable happened - I felt myself starting to cum, and just had time to really push myself really hard into him for one last time.
I stood there, my back arched backwards, my dick buried to its hilt into Danny, feeling the heat of his sweaty body against my thighs, and I gave a great shout of "Yes.......", and then I knew it was over. I could feel my heart racing, my breath was coming in great gasps, and I knew that, like Danny, I was covered in sweat. It was as if my body knew what it was supposed to do again, as I almost collapsed forward, enjoying the feeling of my big powerful body almost totally encompassing his. My nose was pushed into the nape of his neck, and my breath was being reflected back to me, the smell and taste of Danny's body and sweat subtly scenting and enhancing it.
Danny muttered "Hey, Steve.... That was fucking marvellous...."
To tell you the truth, I hadn't really thought about it after I'd started. Well, you don't, do you? One that passion grips you, your brain is out of control. But in some way I was relieved to think that Danny thought it was OK - he'd been fucked lots of times, I suppose, and so if he hadn't noticed anything wrong, perhaps I'd done it right. Well, I mean, a guy doesn't like to admit that he can't do something, does he? Especially when it's something to do with sex. And I 'm probably worse like that than most guys - I hate it when people think I don't know what I'm doing, and I'd been dreading Danny's verdict on my performance. Suddenly I felt happy - you know, that incredible feeling you get after sex as your body relaxes and you just know you've had an ace time? Well, it was like that, but added to it was this feeling of relief, of triumph... I couldn't help it - I started to laugh, softly, and to my surprise Danny started, too.
He twisted his head around and pushed his lips against mine, and it seemed so natural to thrust my tongue right in to him and kiss him passionately. Id never have thought I'd do that to another guy, but after sex it just seemed to be so totally right.
We broke off, and Danny whispered "Fucking great, Steve! You're a real stud.. . And I like a dominant, aggressive top to really use my hole like that.... Wow - once this gets around there'll be a queue of guys..."
"Hey, Danny - this is between us, OK?"
"You're not shy, are you, Steve? Fuck me, a man who can fuck like that has nothing to be ashamed of... And I can tell you were ready for that.... But you'd wear my ass out if you went at me like that every time, and you'll have to spread yourself around a bit amongst the others...."
"No, Danny, I don't want it known...."
"Don't be so fucking stupid! We don't tell the overseers of course, and there's no possibility most of the time at Rooney's place - but from time to time, on the sites and such there's a few minutes like this.
You don't want to waste them, do you? Better to have all the guys know that you're a real top, so we can get stuck in as soon as there's a possibility... But get off me now, will you, you big lump? - that body of yours is such a weight it's making it hard for me to breathe."
I stood up, and slowly pulled my dick out of him. It was covered with his shit, of course, and as I stood there I saw a trickle of my cum, tinged with the same brown, start to slide down the inside of Danny's thighs.
"Come on, Steve- let's go an find the john and get cleaned up - if we go back to Rooney's with shit in our shorts, we'll be punished for sure, as they'll know what we were doing!"
It felt so add to be threading our way through the complex, both stark bollock naked! We carried our shorts, and a couple of times we had to squeeze into a gap between two bays of shelving as a forklift went past - Danny used the opportunity to really press his body against mine, and even kept putting his head down to try and bite at my nips! I just couldn't help laughing, and trying to break away from him as it was so ticklish, and the more I tried to avoid his mouth, the more he tried to get at me! It was the first time it had really occurred to me that a couple of guys could actually enjoy teasing each other by playing with their bodies like that. And, of course, when we got into the john, Danny insisted on going down on his knees and cleaning his shit off my dick - all the time muttering that he really liked "serving a top" like me. Somehow it continued to be erotic to have another guy teasing back my 'skin and really cleaning me up like that - perhaps there was more to all of this than I'd given it credit for, all these years.
End Of Part 8