by Rob Loveboy
Dave went into work two hours early and, after chatting briefly with some of his mates at the gate, he made his way to the locker room with the showers. As soon as he entered, he realized quite a few people were there. The moment he opened the door he felt the steam, heard the running water of the showers and the sounds of chatter echoing off of the large tiled room. The night shift would have gotten off by now and the equipment was being cleaned and serviced for the next shift.
Many guys were lingering, standing around mostly naked and chatting in small groups. He found a locker and slowly stripped. He took the time to observe the others … actually, he was admiring many different bodies. At the aquatic center he often frequented, most guys showered and changed in a hurry; he noted that some oddly enough showered in their underwear.
* * *
He remembered his high school days when the young jocks stood around the locker room in the buff in groups after their school sports programs. The young, well built jocks from the football, soccer, rugby, lacrosse and hockey teams all pushing, shoving and flipping towels at each other after their practise games. Dave really didn’t fit in because he was a tennis freak not a member of the rough and tumble field game or rink teams. He was always low on the jock list. In fact, most of the guys never bothered to acknowledge his presence when he was in their midst.
Dave wasn’t gay. He just liked comparing genitilia to see if he measured up. He soon became satisfied that he did, if not more so. He soon lost all inhibitions and strutted with confidence of a young peacock to and from the showers.
As an outsider looking in, he was amazed at how often the jocks casually pulled on their cocks when in a group and in the shower. Dave thought of it as peacocking, each jock trying to ensure maximum viewing of his well built and buff body. Some he noticed were in a semi erect state that was brought on by stroking themselves in the shower, usually done under the pretext of soaping and washing their genitals or even while at their locker when they turned away from the others.. They all did it but what the reason behind it was Dave didn’t know other than perhaps some kind of male ego status thing. Guys that didn’t measure up no matter how much fluffing kept their towels around the waist or held in front until they could slip on underwear before joining what Dave called the animal rutting sessions.
* * *
Dave suddenly became nervous. He had walked into the locker room with bravado until it really did occur to him why he was there. He lingered at his locker with a towel wrapped around his waist. A teen boy of about sixteen appeared out of no where taking the locker next to his when the kid had a choice of many others.
“Hi!” the young man said, “Haven’t seen you around before.”
The boy was ruggedly handsome, not pretty, not cute, he gave the impression he was an outdoorsy type. He took off his shirt and Dave admired the arms and pectorals. The boy then bent down to remove his jeans and socks and, when he stood back up, Dave noticed the hourglass physique standing in only his boxer-shorts smiling back at Dave. With the confidence only a cocky teenager can have, he asked, “What’s yer name … mine’s Kris, spelt with a K.” making sure that Dave noted the unusual spelling.
“Hello Kris with a K, nice meeting you. I’m Dave.” Their eyes locked, Dave felt the boy might be interested in him so he kept the conversation going. “So! What shift do you work, Kris?” He asked.
“Nights, 10pm to six. You work days, right?”
“Yup, 8 to five. I never liked nights” he offered for no good reason.
“I kinda hate it too. I keep putting my name in for a day shift spot.” he said as he dropped his underwear and gave his dick a quick tug. “But other guys with seniority always get them.”
Dave admired the boy’s body and he wasn’t being discreet about it at all. Kris was average, cut, with a nice thick black bush surrounding his crotch and a thin trail leading up to his belly-button. His arms and legs, however, were virtually hairless.
Kris caught him gawking, and asked, “You going for a shower, too?”
By way of giving an answer, Dave dropped the towel from around his waist, his cock was at half-mast. Kris glanced down and smirked, “Then we’d better go before the water gets cold.”
Dave doubted the factory boilers ever failed to produce enough hot water.
He very willingly followed the tight, perfectly shaped buns into the shower area. He wanted to fuck this boy … badly. His cock was now rock hard and Dave didn’t give a shit what the dozen or so people in the showers thought, especially after he saw what they were up to.
Kris didn’t waste any time. He bent over supporting himself on the wall with both hands as if he been ordered by police to assume the position. Dave used gel soap from the handy wall dispenser to lube his cock. He found the mark with a finger and replaced it with his cock. Once he lined up his cock with the winking hole and eased himself inside, he began pushing and pulling back and pushing some more. The slipperiness of his soap greased cock easily gained him access to the boy’s tunnel of love until he was flush groin to cheeks but still trying to drive deeper into Kris’ bowels.
Kris howled like a wolf baying at the full moon as Dave fucked him hard while trying to keep the kid from falling down. Kris` legs were trembling so much that Dave had to use both arms around his waist to keep him upright like a rag doll bent over to keep drilling him. Dave glanced around and noticed that no one was paying attention to them because they were engaged in their own sexual activity. But then there were the voyeurs, Dave thought. Those few who showered while giving the impression of being disinterested in the sexual activity going on around them. He saw a few discretely stroking their cocks, others quickly showering and leaving again, giving the impression that none of what was going on was any of their business just as long as no one hit on them. Dave was pretty sure that someone, at sometime over the years, complained and for whatever reason management turned a blind eye. After all, management’s only true concern was productivity on the lines. Dave turned his thoughts back to Kris`delicious ass as he kept pounding him into the wall. Finally, thrusting his cock in as far as it would go, he blew his load into the boys receptive ass.
After work, Dave followed Sean home in order to install the water heater. He met the teens mother who appeared to be a harried woman, the type that can never relax, the house never clean enough. With his own wife always sitting on the couch engrossed in the tv, Dave could sure use her at his house lately. Come to gaze at her, she wasn’t a bad looking woman either. Dave wondered if he had a good woman at home would he need boys to make love to? What a dumb question, he thought. He would simply have his cake and be able to eat it too!
Sean’s bedroom was in the basement. How convenient, Dave thought, so was the water tank. The first thing Dave noticed about the teens bedroom was the absolute cleanliness. Not a sock or pair of underwear littered the floor. There wasn`t a dirty dish from snacks gone by. His bed was made without a crease and cute stuffed animals adorned the pillows.
Sean saw Dave looking at the stuffed animals and defended himself although just a little embarrassed, “My mom insists on cleaning my room when I’m at work.” he said stripping off his clothes in one very quick sweep then working on undressing Dave. “I’ve always wanted a man in my bed.” he rambled on nervously, “I almost got the furnace guy a few weeks ago. I was so sure that he was into it that I took off all my clothes to let him know that I was into him. When I walked into the laundry room to toss some clothes in the hamper, I saw him looking at me … more like my boner … so I jerked off for him. Turns out he wasn’t into it and politely asked me to go do that somewhere else. Sad too, because he was really good looking and well built.
“His loss.” Dave said. “The man will never know what he missed.” He kissed Sean full on the lips; something he’d never done with another male. Their tongues found each other and their love making in the teens bed became passionate. Dave sank deep in Sean’s boygina to make love to him. There was no immediate urgency, only kissing and licking each others ears and necks. They engaged in pillow talk in which Sean said how he wished they could become lovers and live at Dave’s house.
That was Dave’s cue to fuck Sean hard; enough of this sentimental mushy shit. He swiped away at the cute and cuddly Mickey Mouse, Bugs Bunny, Kermit and friends and sent them onto the floor. His ego had suddenly got the best of him. Here he was almost two and half decades, not years but decades, older and the boy was already in love or falling in love with him. He tried desperately to deny that he was falling for the teen but it was all coming to light at that time. As he almost brutally pounded the kid’s ass, he wished that he had met Sean months ago, maned up and tossed Maggie to the curb and never entertained the thought of becoming a foster parent fourteen times over … actually, fourteen over time --once he’s had them all.
Once again, his tongue explored Sean’s mouth as he fucked him. Dave knew that Troy would never allow this intimacy, he wasn’t gay … or at least he maintained that he wasn’t. He mentioned Kimberly often and how close he was coming to “sticking it to her,” but alas the only thing the kid got was a handjob the last Dave heard.
Dave and Sean were loud in their sweaty love making, not so much in their loud exclamations of cuss words as in their deep breathing, gasps and aaahs. Dave had to admit to himself that Sean was the best fuck he’d ever had in his short history of two months experience. Sean met Dave’s thrusts with his own with his anal muscles grasping at just the right moments and the boy’s finger nails digging into his back. Dave was afraid that, yes, he could easily fall in love with Sean.
No sooner had Dave screamed out gibberish than Sean had reversed roles and was aggressively driving into Dave who was in his glory trying to mimic Sean’s anal technique of added stimulation. Sean knew the whereabouts of the ‘feel good’ button and his cock never went any deeper than to rub over Dave’s prostate with the bulbous head of his very hard dick. Dave realized then what love making was all about. The sensations were ecstatic. He brought Sean’s mouth to his and they kissed and slobbered loudly until, suddenly and without warning, his body convulsed in another mind blowing orgasm without even having touched himself.
They were laying and cuddling atop the blankets when Sean”s mother knocked once and entered. “Darling, what do you want for …” Her eyes owled, her jaw dropped, stuttering soundless words that never escaped her mouth. She quickly turned and ran from the room.
Dave dressed quickly fearing she was calling the police. Sean was under age, not yet sixteen. As Dave rushed up the stairs, he saw his life flash before his eyes followed by his mugshot, 320123, on his striped prison shirt. Never, not in all his life, had he been so afraid.
He ran from the house, jumped into his truck and went home fearing that the next thing he’d experience would be the cops arriving with lights flashing and sirens blaring before long. Rossa saw his angst but didn’t ask. From all her experience with the men in her family, she just knew he needed a hug. She simply assumed that if Dave wanted to explain why he was sobbing, he would. She concluded that trying to raise fourteen boys on his own, without the active participation of that useless wife laying on the couch in front of the television, had finally taken its toll. As she held him in the delightful hug, Dave thought of how much he wanted to confide in Rossa. What was going through his mind at that very moment was how amazing it was how thinking you’ve been caught leads to wanting to confess all; to bare one’s soul before the inevitable hammer comes down and exposes you for what you are as the steel handcuffs close tightly around your wrists.
Leaving the warm embrace of Rossa’s hug, Dave opened a bottle of scotch, poured himself a full glass of the amber liquid over ice and went outside to watch his future ‘witnesses for the prosecution’ play in the pool. Rossa sensed something was not right with Dave and stayed standing in the kitchen doorway long enough for the feeding frenzy and clean up afterward yelling at the boys to help clear the table. “If I was your mother,” she barked. “I would take the spoon to your behinds … my sons still have scars where the sun don’t shine …”
Rossa’s repeated expression almost made Dave laugh again. Often he would catch some of the kids standing just out of Rossa’s sight putting their hands on their hips, wobbling their heads from side-to-side and mimicking her. They all loved her and Dave knew it but, more importantly, Rossa knew it, too.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the minutes ticked by. Eight, 9, 10, 11 o'clock, still no police. Dave was hammered by then. At the stroke of eleven, he went to bed to find Troy and Denver sucking each other off. He dismissed both boys from his room, swearing to never have another boy in bed with him as long as he lived. The last image to slip through his mind before sleep overtook him was that of him being suited up in the orange jumpsuit of the nearby federal prison standing just inside a cell with other occupants as the cell door closed. The sound of the door and the lock taking hold was deafening.
* * *
The next morning, still very apprehensive as to what might happen, Dave slowly dragged himself out of bed, showered and set off for work. Sean was waiting for Dave in the parking lot. People are creatures of habit in most anything. He approached Dave as he was parking his car just standing there when the man opened the door.
“Hi!” Sean said with a beaming smile.
Dave couldn’t look him in the eye and ignored him as he gathered his smock and lunch pail although he didn’t remember packing a lunch. He had hardly slept that night.
“She’s okay with it, Dave … my mom?” he followed silent Dave, “I didn’t tell nothing … okay? he begged on the verge of tears.
“What do you mean, she saw us naked together on your bed?”
“I told her we got wet changing the hot water tank and put our clothes in the dryer and that it was so hot we just laid down.”
“Cuddling naked?”
“I told her that I was sad about something, I didn’t have a man around to talk to and that you comforted me. So what if we were naked, we are both guys and seen each other naked many times at work having showers.”
“And she bought all that crap?”
“Big hook, lots of line, and a heavy sinker.” he said with a smile.
Dave had to admit to himself that he was relieved. Visions of cops coming to take him away from his job in handcuffs were suddenly unfounded. The world was lifting off his shoulders. He looked at his watch and said to the grinning boy, we have about forty minutes to take a shower together.” Putting his arm around Sean’s shoulder in buddy fashing, the two walked towards the locker room. Jumping from the bloody fat directly into the fire, Dave was being led by the wrong head again. All Dave’s fears of arrest and humiliation following his being caught on the bed with Sean, in Sean’s own bedroom, hadn’t taught him anything.
* * *
That night Dave had Zack sleep with him alone, no Troy. Troy had been out anyway still trying to stick it to his girl but, like the last time, all he got was a handjob. They went to bed early. The other kids were still watching TV or playing video games. Dave gave and received a decent enough blowjob. He came in Zack’s mouth again. After a brief rest, Dave rolled the boy onto his belly and ate out his delicious ass for half an hour. But, somehow, despite all the stimulation, Zack fell asleep. He hadn’t planned on fooling the boy. He was going to tell him that he was going to fuck him but, as he looked at the sleeping kid however, he thought it would be much easier getting things started while Zack was sleeping.
Dave heard the boys a wall away arguing over a television program. He heard the clack of the balls on the pooltable. For their part, the boys heard the screams coming from Dave’s bedroom. Most of them knew why and were thankful it wasn’t them.
Zack woke up almost as soon as Dave gained minor entry. “Just relax, Zack. The more you fight it, the more it will hurt.”
He cried, “Yer too big … it hurts!”
“Don’t be a sissy boy, Zack. You better get used to this because you're my boy now. I love you more than the other boys. Don’t you love me too?”
“He snivelled and said, “Yeah, but it still hurts.”
Dave slowly kept up his penetration but tried to sooth the boy as he did. “Well, when a man and a boy love each other, they make love like this. You will start to like it soon, but first you have to learn to relax. I’ll bet that right now, just this very second, it doesn’t even hurt as bad as when Troy fucked ya, does it?”
“I guess not.”
“See, that’s because you’re adjusting to it and soon my cock won’t hurt as much either.”
Dave had an idea and gave Zack his leather wallet to bite down on. It muffled the screams somewhat, but little else. The boy continued to cry and the pillow under his head became soaked in his tears. Dave was determined to gain the last three inches even though his cock was sore as hell from the pressure. He knew that the boy’s sphincter had been expanded to its limit clinging to his cock in that one spot. He couldn’t imagine fucking anyone younger than ten. He cursed his large cock for the first time in his life but then, he was aware that had he have properly prepped the kid using some lube and his fingers instead of jumping straight into the pool, so to speak, he might not have caused the boy so much pain..
Ten minutes later he bottomed out and rested. Zack was only sobbing by then. Thankfully, he had stopped screaming. “It’s okay now, buddy,” he whispered in Zach's ear. “You took it like a big boy, I’m so proud of you.”
But Zack still wasn’t keen on the whole idea. “Are you finished now?”
“No, I’m afraid.” replied Dave showing a little tenderness by licking the boy’s ear lobe. “Now I’m going to fuck you until my sperm squirts inside your bum just like Troy did. It could take a while but that all depends on you,” he whispered still sucking on the boy’s ear. “Most of the pain is over now so if you just relax, I promise to be gentle unless you try to fight me again and try getting away. Do you understand, Zack?”
The boy nodded his head as Dave began to take slow short strokes. Zack whimpered but didn’t cry out. As Dave took greater liberties Zack was actually silent beneath him. He picked up the pace until he was, for all intent and purposes, fucking the boy. He now had his full weight atop him with the small kid’s face buried in his sternum. He seeded the little bugger ten minutes later and immediately rolled off Zack in order ease his discomfort of being crushed.
Dave inspected the boy’s anus for damage. Thankfully, it was only bright red and swollen but there was no blood. He rolled onto his side, pulled the boy into him and cuddled until they fell asleep. As he held on to the small boy now snuggling into him, it dawned on Dave just how obvious it was that little Zack needed the intimacy and comfort of a man in his life … at whatever expense.
* * *
Dave woke Zack early in the morning for a blowjob before he went to work. The boy appeared to be listless until Dave said, “I could always fuck you instead.” The boy was still not all that keen on getting fucked but, Dave thought, between Troy and I, time will tell.
Dave received a fine sucking complete with ball play. Zack was definitely getting better at it, he wondered if Troy was tutoring him or, maybe it was one of the other older boys. Whichever way he looked at it, Dave chalked it up to basic instinct. Boys were born to suck cock and millennia ago, thousands upon thousands (millions) of Greek boys knew it and, now at the dawn of the third millennia, Dave fucking well knew it too!
* * *
The change room at work was busy that morning. Dave looked around for Sean or Kris, spelt with a K. Perhaps they were already busy in the showers. He needed a piss and noticed the six toilet stalls were all occupied with four feet in each; the soles of some clearly indicating what they were up to.
Two guys in their late twenties stood at the urinal side by side masturbating each other. Much too old for him to join in but he watched the show anyway. He finished peeing, shook off the last drops and entered the dark showers. He stood motionless just inside the room letting his eyes adjust. He was hit on by a few older men but politely turned them down. It was hard to tell how many guys occupied the shower space or their ages. The guys nearest him were older men giving each other handjobs. He walked the gauntlet of men a little further. He came across a few on their knees either sucking or getting fucked on all fours. Dave didn’t see anybody so he slowly worked his way back to the door and exited.
He was drying off at his locker with no immediate prospects for sex when a teenager entered the change room. He gave Dave’s nude body the once over and chose a locker beside him, Dave gave the boy a smile and received one in return. Like Kris, spelt with a K, he wasn’t overly nice looking because he was dealing with a bad bout of acne, that was certain. However, he had beautiful blue eyes, wiry red hair and one of those wide mouths with big luscious lips that Dave always thought were meant for sucking large cocks.
“I’m Dave,” he reached his hand out.
“Liam,” the teenager replied reaching to shake Dave’s hand.
Dave made small talk as Liam undressed. He was sixteen years-old who
worked the day shift in the Receiving Department for the past six-months. Dave pretended to dry himself although he was already dry As he removed his clothes, Liam stole glances whenever he had the opportunity but that didn’t go unnoticed by Dave who didn't have a lot of time before he was to be at his post.
Liam now stood only in his boxers. Dave saw the tenting and the shyness to take them off. He said, “I was just about to go beat one off in a toilet stall … looks like you could do the same.” he chuckled as he turned and proceeded to the bathroom area hoping a stall was free.
Liam was ten paces behind him. Dave, luckily, found an empty stall, turned inside and held his breath as he waited to find out whether the kid was following him or just needed to take a piss. Dave smiled as Liam stepped in to join him in the stall. Dave reached behind the boy and locked the door behind him. He reached into the boy’s boxers to find a nice thick six and some inches of boy/man meat. Liam wasted no time either as he reached out to take Dave’s hardening cock in his hand.
Dave couldn’t believe his luck. He had got it on with three teenagers in as many days. Were the kids today all gay or bi or were they just so horny for sex of any kind because they couldn’t attract girls?
Liam hastily sat on the toilet and took Dave’s cock into his mouth while he beat his own meat. Dave could see the red pubic brillo pad and white pale skin of Liam’s flared cock-head and thighs. Just as Sean and Kris, spelt with a K, Liam was an ambitious, experienced cock-sucker and unselfish to his own needs. Dave clould hear wet suckling and lip smacking coming from both sides of the stall they were in. The boy working his magic sucking on Dave’s throbber below was adding to the erotic melody. There were oohs and aahs, grunts and moans. Moments later he heard a man say, Thanks, dude, I needed that.” The door opened and another voice said, “Hey, Kris!” The sound of feet shuffling and clang of a belt buckle before a zipper was pulled down. It was quite apparent that Kris, spelt with a K, was pulling train in the next cubicle.
Dave’s timing couldn’t have been better. He fed Liam a load just as the factory horn sounded. He had exactly five minutes to get to his post. He thanked the teen, promised to return the favor and exited the cubicle. Three men and an older teen stood waiting for an opening. It seemed that Liam was also a tea-house fag. Depending on the job, different departments had later start times than the production line. Liam and Kris, spelt with a K, would have the time to suck a few more cocks before they reported for duty. Dave laughed to himself as he made his way to his work station. He couldn’t help but realize how naive he’d been overlooking one of the company’s best perks for so many years.
He saw Sean at their lunch hour and they went for a swim in the river. Dave gave the teen head and Sean, getting just a tad rough, had grabbed Dave by the ears and pumped his juice down Dave’s throat. When they had finished their swim and while they were dressing to go back to the grind, Sean asked if he could come over after work for a swim.
“Sure, why not!” Dave agreed.
To be continued …
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