Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2015 09:54:19 -0700 From: odanny dannyo Subject: Night shift down at the plant (Please place this right to my "author" section, if you would be so kind?) "Why the fuck didn't you bring some grease with you, kid?" said my Uncle Dan, examining the contents of the lunch bag I'd just put down on the oilcloth table cover. "You sure as shit must of knew you were gonna get it this time!" He said holding his crotch. Of course I knew . . . prayed, in fact, I would, but I was as stubborn as Dan and wouldn't admit for a minute that I held still and got it 'cause I liked it! "What makes you think grease makes it any easier, anyway? It still burns like fury takin' your damn horse cock!" I snapped back at him. He gave a dirty little snort, as close to a laugh as the guy seems capable of. "Easier for me! You're too fuckin' tight back there for comfort — besides, Gil Donovan, the new shop foreman is due to walk in on us any second. I asked him to join me in a salami sandwich! Get up — on the table like you did last time, kiddo!" My uncle's cocky and so sure of himself. Being as he's shop steward for the union, he gets to use this little cubbyhole around behind the tool locker to have his lunch or corn-hole his sister's boy — namely me. "Not me!" I yelped, tryin' to make a dash for the narrow doorway, slowing just enough so he could reach out and grab me. "Yeah . . . you, kid!" he growled, unbuckling my belt with a deadly accuracy and whippin' down my zipper. "Peel outta them jeans! I want Gil to see one thing when he turns that corner and squeezes back here. Uh huh, your pretty little ass . . . bare and pointed up towards us from this table top! I want for us both to show this neat asshole of yours what for, and you're goin' to like it!" Uncle Dan had the palm of one hand scooped in around my bare skin. Once he touched me, I was all to pieces, shaky as a fuckin' leaf. He skinned my Levis down and when my shorts gave him a little trouble, he grabbed at the material in the seat of 'em and gave a yank. There was a ripping sound. "Motherfucker!" he snorted out back of me as he lifted me up like a sack of grain and laid me there — right where we each wanted me — ass-up on the table. Thought my ears were playin' tricks on me as my uncle repeated it, "Motherfucker!" once, then almost in the same breath, repeated it, "motherfucker!" again, his gravelly voice pitched half a notch lower. "It's bad enough, you have to do this, now you're gonna try to pimp me out. What to save your job? You're fucking me so's I can save my own job. Even my Ma knows it, well my ass, my job. If you loose your's I'd be better off, so I might have to give it up for you, but I'm thinking if your boss wants a fuck, it'll be your ass he fucks not mine." A cold sweat came over me and I sensed without so much as a glance over my shoulder — Uncle Dan and me had company. It had to be this new foreman, Donovan. It was. "The kid pretends he don't go for this stuff," Dan was sayin' to him, "but would you look at the fuckin' hard he's got on? Admit it, you are sort of keen on the way your Uncle Dan treats this ass o'yours. huh? You like a big dick now — doncha?" He knew he was wastin' his breath tryin' to get me to agree, no matter how true it was. "The kid's right ya know Dan. I'm gettin me some "man hole" and if it's yours, I could care less." "Fuck off, you big ape!" I grunted, wishing that tell-tale hard on didn't make it so tough to deny. Maybe if I hadn't looked behind me and got a load of the Gil, I could really have convinced Dan — and myself — that I could do without gettin' fucked. Once I got a good look though — forget it. He was hangin' his plastic hard hat on a hook and unbuttoning the buttons on his work shirt — shit, what a man! A head taller n' my uncle, and just as Dan'd told me he suspected, all set to fuck me after no more n' a glance at my naked butt! I could take this foxy young uncle of mine, or leave him alone, but I couldn't say the same for Gil Donovan. "Drop your drawers Dan, I want to check out both your assholes." With his shirt tail out and his chest bare — his fingers in no great hurry openin' up his fly — I decided that, sight unseen, I could not do without getting fucked by whatever he brought out of those pants of his. I wouldn't have cared if it was only two inches. My Uncle was hot, no two ways about it. My Uncle Dan could have been hungry as hell for his boss, but I wanted it and I was going to have it, I knew what I had, YOUTH, not that my Uncle was so much older, but if Donovan wanted his ass he could have it anytime, just tell my Uncle he was fired, and Dan would do what he had to do. My asshole twitched for it, like a case of "love even before first sight!" and when he finally brought it out and let it spring up from his worn jockey shorts — a good honest inch and a half longer, even a bit bigger around than Uncle Dan's easy painful seven inches, teasingly leavin' his pair of nuts still hidden — my throat went dry. It was the kind of dick I would HAVE to go down on — somethin' I sure as hell didn't want my uncle to get even a sneakin' suspicion of — and from the wink that Gil gave me, the son of a bitch could read my mind! Yeah there was a connection there for sure. He could give a rat's ass about my Uncle. But I knew Donovan was just a bit wicked, how was this going to play out for my Uncle? I knew I was going to get what I was craving for. "Did I hear you say you've got no grease?" Gil asked my uncle, lettin' me know he'd probably been standing right outside there, ever since I'd arrived. "Well," he went on in this deep, sly voice, "spit beats any kinda oil or grease goin' . . . now, who wants to wet this prong o' mine?" While he talked, he reached out a big rugged arm and tried to push Uncle Dan down there, where it throbbed, red hot. "Are you nuts?" my uncle gasped. "I don't do shit like that! Maybe the kid'll wet it for ya, but not me!" and he turned away his face a bit as if the sight and smell of it was disgusting to him. I couldn't help but notice, all the same, that Dan's eyes were focused in, right on it — like mine were — I had it on Dan,, he was more of a fag than he made me out to be, he wanted to lick on the heavy slug of transparent ooze that'd welled up out of the broad piss-slit in its knob. Even less of Donovan's dick head was exposed than of Dan's. I was the one who was quietly going nuts. One such uncut dong I didn't dare plant a kiss on—my uncle's—was torture enough: fuck I had always wanted to suck that cock that he figured he was forcing me to take, two cocks made it cruel n' unusual punishment! Dan spit into his own palm and began stroking that meat of his back and forth. "Use your own fuckin' spit!" Uncle Dan told him when Gil wagged his big stiff rail out, complaining how dry it was. Then, it was all horns for a favorite doe, Gil's voice dropped the good humored edge it had, and was ice cold, curt. "We've got less 'n an hour for fuckin' around, huh?" he said to Dan, "So, how about you wettin' this fuck-hole, like right now?" When my uncle let a wad of spit fly into his hand, then brought it to the crack between my buns. "No!" Gil said impatiently, "we got no time for that! Wet it, man . . . with your mouth!" He was talkin' then, soft as a whisper, "Come on, Dan, you eat pussy before you fuck it, and there's not a hair on that hole, it's smooth, huh? Kiss it wet! I want to see you get your tongue right in there, smoooooth — just as fuckin' smooth as the negotiations are goin' to go! Oh yeah, now suck, Dan, suck that ass!" My hand that'd sneaked under and was slowly jackin' away on my dick, I stopped, this Donovan had such a hot fuckin' mouth, sweet-talkin' my horny uncle into kissing my ass! Dan couldn't of found the job all that gross. Though he was moaning and sort of bitchin' about doing it under his breath, but I could see my Uncle Dan's cock drippin and twitchin, and I even thought I saw a hunger in Dan's eyes, after he once got that tongue good n' wet and in there, he began to suck and I about went through the roof, it had me so hot. Nobody'd ever put their mouth back there on it or their tongue like that in it before. My Uncle may never have been conscious of wanting to do what he thought he was being forced to do, Dan was now playing the game I played with him, denial, but HUNGER I just prayed I could hold my damn load back so's I could shoot off about the same time as them. For a while the two of 'em seemed to have both their faces down there under my tilted-up beam — I could tell when Gil took over wettin' it, on account his mustache is scratchier — both sniffin' and kissin' my asshole. It got to me, my uncle eating out my ass! "Why don't I take it first?" that cocky uncle was saying, "I've been in there so many times, it's easy street!" which was some fuckin' lie. Dan had conned his rod into it only a couple o' months before and had screwed me exactly nine times — never once all that easy. No point in arguin'; I wanted them both, and wanted 'em fast. My Uncle could have it anytime, more than likely after Gil left the little cubbyhole we were in. And if Gil took it first, I'd hold all that cum up inside me for my Uncle to feel. But it came into my head my Uncle wanted it directly from the source, Gil's cock. Whether he admitted it to himself or not. "Mine's not all that much bigger n' yours!" the taller dude observed, "so why don't I lake it?" Donovan knew he had my uncle over a barrel and he was goin' to take full advantage of it. "As a matter of fact . . . here! Lay some of that spit o' yours on this!" I never thought I'd see a guy who puts such store in how fuckin' butch he is, and then stick out that long, slobbery tongue and lap away on the foreman's whang, as obedient as a dog lickin' its master's hand. "Oh yeah! I figured once you were hot enough you would, Danny-boy. I'd of bet you'd suck dick, in fact that's what I expected today . . . you and your 'salami sandwich' — you wanted me to join you in, but instead you really surprise me. Turns out the buns are your kid-nephew's, and exactly what I'm in the mood for!" Gil positions himself back of me, a big work-calloused hand holding either side of my hips. Uncle Dan knelt between his wide-spread legs, kissing the balls that'd just been freed from Gil's briefs. I could barely believe my eyes; Dan was another man, one I'd never guessed was there, hidin' inside of his tough outer shell. He was frankly moaning, enjoying Donovan's hairy big nuts, seeming completely unconscious of me. "Before I . . . uh, get in . . . tell me, kid, d' you want a taste of this thing now, too? If you do, I sure like the idea of havin' you wet it for me." Gil said. I was down so fast off that damn table top, my uncle and me damn near knocked out each other's wind, we hit so near the same spot. "That's great dick, huh?" My Uncle murmured, nuzzlin' away at Donovan's balls while I went fruit over the foreskin covering its knob. When I'd put a thick layer of spit all over it . . . to the nuts, I did somethin' I'd wanted to do real bad since the first time I saw that thing of Uncle Dan's. I flipped for it, opened my throat up wide for his big dick and chowed down on it till I gagged. From the way he whined — tryin' to hold my head down there on it — I thought he was out of his gourd. "That's pretty great, too! Uncle" I choked out to him. Gil Donovan had grabbed me and flipped me right back up onto the table, a whole flock of fingers on target, probing my asshole. "You two take care o' your family business on your own time, huh? It'll be more fun for both of you, just knowing each of you wants it." said Gil, closing in tight to carefully fit the juicy big head of his dong to its target. He took a moment to check his watch, then that asshole o' mine — still plenty wet with my uncle's saliva — felt like it was on fire for the foreman's dick. "Just got seventeen minutes," he mumbled, easin' it in a little past the head, "till lunch hour's over!" That devil was teasin' me with it, sort of hunching it back and forth, barely in and steamin' hot! "For jeez sake, fuck me!" I croaked, my hands out to grab a hold on his ass and pull him towards me. Like he'd been waiting for me to ask 'm, Donovan chuckled, real pleased with himself, then let that powerful butt of his go, and will such force slammed it forward. It took my breath away; hurt good 'n bad goin' in — then he was fucking. My Uncle Dan was just about ape (wanting in someplace on the action) gettin' his head in the way till that big hot fucker, Gil, got a grip on one of his ears. Guiding Dan around . . . in back of him, he said, with another quick glance at his watch, " I'm goin' to come off in about twelve minutes, man, then I want to see you — yeah you Dan, suckin' my load outta your nephew's hot ass!" That sly little chuckle sounded again and he went on, "till then, since you are so good at it suppose you take care o' me, too? Yeah. Danny-boy, eat out my asshole!" No sooner said than done, I could hear my Uncle Dan's slurping. His gasping for more as Gil pulled from his mouth to jam his cock up inside me. I felt a hand on my cock underneath me and I looked and knew it wasn't Gil's. There was a tenderness I hadn't know from my Uncle till then. Gil came, then me, I couldn't be sure about Uncle Dan. Each squirt from Gil seemed to squirt right out of my cock slit and into my Uncle's hand. Get off my hole Dan, and under my balls I want you to see me leave your nephew's hole, and I want the boy to sit on your mouth as you suck out my juices. Dan started to move under Gil but not before I heard him slurping my cum from his hand. What a fucking night this turned out to be, as soon as we all heard the pop of Gil's cock leave my hole I sat back on one hot mouth. Dad seemed possessed with his sucking out Gil's juices. Dan was moaning, not simply from the joys of sucking cum, but Gil was playing with Dan's hole. "Next time I'm gonna plug you both, but right now Dan, I want you to jerk off in your hand, and catch it all." Two strokes and Uncle Dan was cumming. "Roll over on your back "nephew"." I did as I was told, not knowing what was about to happen. "Dan sit on his belly, now don't loose any of that cum. Lean over your nephew's face with your hand between the two of you. Dan suck up some of your cum." I could see Uncle Dan's face, there was a strange look I had never seen before, a bit of disgust and a lot of heat. Dan's mouth opened wide and he sucked it all in. "Now, kiss your pretty little nephew. And feed it to him?" I turned my head away and Gil grabbed my balls and squeezed. I was lip to lip with my Uncle and for the first time I tasted cum, the first time in my life. My arms went round my Uncle's neck, I'd tasted cock, been fucked and now it seemed like some kind of reward. I was hungry for it, I was hungry for my Uncle... and meanwhile Gil toyed with my still open hole, it was slippery from the bit of cum that was still there. I broke the kiss just in time to see Gil lick his cum covered finger, licking and enjoying the taste of his own cum. Gil dressed and we watched. "The both of you stay here till the shift is over, enjoy each other, that's what you both want and surely need. Tomorrow night we'll play again, "nephew" I want you to fuck Dan, he'll need to get used to it, I'm taking it tomorrow night. And when we all get bored with it all, I'll invite another dinner guest."