Date: Mon, 18 May 2015 16:52:23 -0400
From: D S <desuckerxx@gmail.com>
Subject: Ironworker Kurt

Ironworker Kurt

by Dionysian

(M/t, sweat, cumming of age)

This is a work of adult fiction involving no real people.  If you are under
18, leave now.


He was the man that first made me realize I was gay.  Kurt.  He was an
ironworker that lived across the street from me.  About 32, I guess?  I
don't really know.  I was 13.  What did I know?  He was 6', muscular,
hairy, and rough and tumble.  A man's man, but still young enough to be
playful and goof off with his young 3 boys, all under 6.  He had dark hair
and a goatee...which was not as common back then.  It was what bikers had,
outlaws.  He was everything I had ever wanted since the downy hair started
growing around my cock, but I did not realize it until I was close enough
to him to smell him.

Fuck that man smelled good.

I would wait until he was coming home from work, after a long, hot day
working on a skyscraper in the city...a long drive back to the burbs after.
And I would fucking live to breath him in.  He smelled so fucking good.
Musky, damp, manly...and even though my mind didn't understand it, my young
cock did, getting bone hard every time I was near him.  Especially when he
would step out of the truck with his damp shirt in his hand and his wife
beater nearly see through with sweat, the swirls of chest hair showing
through all the way down to the trail of hair on his belly.

I didn't know about pheromones then, but if you could have bottled his
sweat.... If his skin was still shiny with it, I would always manage to
touch him, rub my hand in it, as I ran up to say hello.  When he was just
in his wife beater tee, I would become fascinated with his pit hair.  It
was dark and dense and curly and always wet.  Sometimes there would be a
trickle of sweat running down or a bead dangling on the end of a hair as he
welcomed me under his arm for the hug I always gave him.  I always wished
it would fall on my head as I hugged him.

I was a kid with a single mom and she seemed grateful that I had taken so
to a man that could be a good influence on me.  She thought my hero worship
of the Ironworker was cute and encouraged it.  She smiled and waved to him
when he came home and shrugging indulgently at him when I would race to
'hug him home'.  His coming home was her signal to get ready for second
shift work and she would go in to change while I was peppering him with
questions for the day.  I had been staying home by myself since I was 12,
mostly because she knew Kurt was close by.

He would just laugh and muss my hair as I wrapped my hands around his waist
and pressed my face against his wet chest.

He had the cutest fucking smile too.  His two front teeth were bigger than
the ones beside them and his canines were longer too... so he smiled like a
friendly bunny and a wolf with fangs at the same time.  That mix of cuddly
with the potential for danger would become a life long obsession.  I became
a bit of a 'smile man' because of my boy crush on Kurt.  My asshole would
pulse when he smiled at me.  Again, I didn't have the concepts to think
about it, but my body understood what I needed.  I/it needed Kurt.

"Jimmy, I think you're happier to see me everyday than my own kids!", he
would chuckle, hugging me back.

He would always be home before the rest of his family.  Ironworkers started
early to avoid some of the heat of the day.  His wife was at work and his
kids were young enough to still be in day care.  Sometimes, when I was
feeling bold, I would actually follow him into his house when he went in to
clean up, manage to be close to his discarded tee after he wiped his pits
with it and threw it on the floor.  He would walk around without a shirt on
until he cooled down and I would just keep him company, asking about his
day.  How high up was he today?  Was it windy?  Did he almost get blown off
today?

We always ended up in their tiny kitchen (ironworking was hungry work!).
He would wind me a good story as he made a sandwich, stopping to swing his
arms around as he mimed balancing on a beam 20 stories up in the wind.  I
would just fucking gape at every fucking hair on his face, arms, chest,
belly, pits... the veins that snaked under his tan skin... breathing in the
sexy funk that would build up in that tiny kitchen.  Later I would realize
that one of the scents I was drooling for was the musk of a man's balls,
trapped in denim on a sweltering workday on a scaffolding of metal in the
sky.  There was always a bit of welding smoke and grease and the tang of
iron fillings about him too.

My awakening gay sexuality was not yet fully conscious, but he was to
become my gauge of 'man' for a long, long time.

And then it happened... and I will be forever grateful.

He came home a bit earlier than usual.  It was the hottest day that year
and he was sent home with his crew for fear the guys would get heat stroke.
As his AC in the truck was busted, he drove home with the windows down, and
thank god that did nothing to cool him off at all.

When he stepped out of the truck this time, he was dripping and the sweat
just rolled down his face, dropping off the end of his goatee.  I had never
been more thirsty in my entire, young life.  I don't know how or why I came
to think a sweating man as so fucking sexy, especially at 13, but I did and
do.

It was so hot that day that I was just wearing shorts, no shirt, no shoes.
My own hair was plastered to my head, but it was really too hot to be
inside.  No AC in my house either.  At least outside there was a breeze of
sorts. For some reason, the heat had my recently bigger cock rock hard for
most of the morning.  I had been enjoying the friction of running in my
shorts and thinking about Kurt coming home even more than usual.  I was
still too unaware to think I needed to 'hide' my now visible boner and just
enjoyed the sensation of it bouncing around in my shorts.

He pulled up into the driveway, instead of parking on the street as usual,
and dashed to his backyard as soon as he got out of the truck.  He was in a
hurry.  I started running to give him my 'welcome home hug' before he went
in.  I knew they had an above ground pool back there. Though, I had never
been in it.  His kids were too young for me to hang out with.  I figured he
was going to jump in to cool off.  So, I just followed through the gate he
left ajar.  When I turned the corner and almost ran right into him ... I
just froze.

He was pulling his tee over his head.  His every exposed inch of muscle was
slick and shiny... his pit hair dense, curled and wet... his skin so hot it
was red... he was steaming.  I think my whole body shivered as the breeze
pushed his scent to me.  And then it just happened.  I clenched my eyes
shut as my hard teen cock pulsed and painted cum inside the front of my
shorts.  It was my first wet cum... and it was fucking mind blowing.

I moaned out loud, unsure the sound was coming from me, even as I felt the
vibration in my throat.

When I finally opened my eyes, Kurt was looking at me with mouth agape and
wide eyes.  His gazed darted from my still clenching face to the cum
seeping through my shorts.

He had dropped his shirt and had unbuttoned his dirt smeared work jeans
before he realized I was there.  They dropped and pooled around his work
boots as he stared at me.  He was commando and I finally got to see his
cock, surrounded by a sweaty mass of dark curls.  His cock was uncut,
hanging thick and long over a huge, swinging set of balls - at least
compared to mine. As a dad-less kid of 13 meant mine, and those of a few
other kids, were the only ones I had seen so far.  He was the literal
definition of a God to me right then.

I started to cum again as I stared at his sweaty cock.  I must have had a
completely goofy, surprised look on my clenched face - surprised at the
grunts that came out of my own mouth, completely involuntarily.  Because he
started to laugh as I jerked and spasmed.

I was humiliated and embarrassed.  As the last of my cum jets slimed the
inside of my shorts, I began to look around for a place to run and hide.  I
was 40 shades of red and felt like I was going to ball like a baby any
minute, furthering my humiliation.  I am sure I looked panicked.

But then Kurt did the kind of thing Kurt did that will always make him a
god in my eyes.

The shock left his face and his lips spread into that magical smile.  He
saw my panic and reached out before I could burst or run.  He pulled me
into a hug, laughing, "That was FUCKING AWESOME little man!"

He held me tight - seeming to know how bad it would be if I were to run
away and turn this into some horrible humiliation, scarring me or the rest
of my life. My hot skin pressed against his wet skin.  His sweaty chest
hair stuck to my cheek.  My nose pressed an inch from his musky,
pheromone-dripping pit.  I could even feel his sweat dripping off his
goatee onto the top of my head.

I came again.  No fucking lie.  Moaning and holding onto him for life as I
bucked another load into my already soaked shorts.

"No fucking way, little man!", he laughed, delight clear in his
voice. "Three in a row in two minutes!  You are THE fucking MAN, Jimmy!"

He had such amusement and light heartedness in his voice that any fear that
I was going to be judged a freak or somehow defective left me.  The deep
rumble of his laugh in his chest another imprint on my young, overwhelmed
mind.  His hands caressed my back as I shuddered and came down.  I was
engulfed in Him.

The heat of his skin.  His sweat smearing on my hot skin.  The tickle of
his hair on my smooth chest and legs.  And his scent... his fucking, manly,
sex-oozing musk... all over me and in me.  I shivered against him and
kissed his furry chest, finally getting to have his salt on my lips.  I
became aware of his cock.  Its root pressed into my belly button. His balls
pressed against the wet spot in my shorts... and he seemed not to
care... even to press into the soggy mess a bit.

I am sure that if I had not already been gay, just that hug in that moment
and the taste and smell of him would have made me gay forever. Ha!

"Was that your first cum?", he asked, awe in his voice.  I could not yet
talk and just nodded 'yes'.

When I calmed down, he smoothed my hair with the arm closest my face,
exposing his soppy pit to me even more.  I looked up at his smiling face
and smiled too.  He was more my dad in that moment (or any since) than my
real dad or any man my mom dated that had ever tried to be.  Now that he
had given me his acceptance, the sheer overwhelming fucking joy of those
sensations hit me.

I took in the wolf fangs in his smile and just... howled!  I couldn't find
any words.  It was a non-verbal "THANK YOU!"  And he joined me!  He pushed
my shorts down to pool on my bare feet, between his booted ones.  He pulled
me back into him and wiggled his now much plumper cock into the cummy mess
in my whispy pubes and howled with me.  Laughing with me as it ended.

"Ok. Little man.  That was awesome and I am so glad you could share that
with me, but I have to get these boots off and these pants from around my
ankles or I am going to fall."  He pushed me back from him and into a patio
chair, holding my shoulders.

"You're not going to bolt away and hide and ruin this momentous occasion in
a young man's life, are you?!", he asked with a mock ceremonial voice and a
twinkle in his eye.

"No", I beamed.

"Good. Reach behind you and lock the gate."  I stepped out of my shorts to
reach it.

He had his boots off soon and stepped out of his pants too.  We were now
both naked, both still sweating like crazy in the heat, both of us with my
cum smeared on our quickly hardening cocks and both of us with a face
splitting grin on our faces.  But, neither of us, I think, sure what could
or should happen next.

"How about we jump in the pool get all this sweat off?", he asked with a
shrug.

"NO!" burst from me before I could think and I immediately wrapped myself
around him, dragging my face across his slick chest and nuzzling my nose
near his pit. "I like the way you smell."  My face turned red again, but I
did not pull my nose from where it was.

"Yeah.  I kind of got that, little man." His voice silky and husky in a way
I never heard before.  I felt his hand on the back of my head as he raised
his other arm, fully opening his wet pit to my gaze and nose.  "Hey, little
man.  Look at me."

I turned my head to look at him, but would not pull my cheek from his slick
skin.  His nipple was nearly in my mouth as our eyes met.

"It's OK that you like the way men smell." His eyes were intense and I knew
this was important. I listened intently as my mouth automatically closed
around his nipple and began to suckle. Breath hissed through his teeth when
I sucked. "Its OK that you like the way men smell.  Its OK that men make
you cum.  Its OK that that you want their sweat on you." He paused and made
sure I was still paying attention as I nursed on his sweaty tit. "It's OK
that you're gay."

And there it was.  I shut my eyes as I nursed, seeking comfort in an
instinctive action, as I processed that.  Someone had said it out loud.
About me.  And that person was a god of a man to me.  An ironworker.  A
dad.  A muscled, hairy, hung, sweet smiling, free hugging, sweating, sex
oozing man.  And that person did not seem to mind that I was sucking his
tit, wallowing in his sweat.  That person seemed to not only be OK with it,
he seemed to enjoy it.  That person said it was awesome to share it with
me.

He tapped me on the top of my head, signaling me to look at him again.
When my eyes met his, he smiled in away that somehow said 'I'm proud of
you, son.'  Or that is what I needed that smile to mean right then. "Its
all good and you do not have to be ashamed or afraid.  You can be yourself
with me.  You hear me, little man? "

When I nodded my understanding, he simply said 'good' and pushed my sucking
mouth from his tit and into the deep, dark, musky curls of his pit.  I
began to lick and suck, and rub my face through his sweaty pit without
hesitation.  I wanted to be this man's son.  I wanted him to claim me and
mark me as his boy... adopt me into his line of men.

'That's right, little man,' he sighed into my hair, 'go for what you need.'