Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2014 12:09:20 -0600 From: Devon Campbell Subject: Zach Watching the Cleanup Crew All legal disclaimers apply. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or locations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental, although it may be loosely based on real events and people. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. On the sites that provide for you to rate the stories or leave comments, I value your thoughts and opinion; I would also like to hear from you personally. Personal stories and accounts of your own similar experiences are always welcome. Contact me at Peterbilt1228@live.com. Zach Watching the Cleanup Crew It was during my birthday weekend, I turned fifteen, when we had some helacious storms come through and knocked down power lines and uprooted a lot of trees. Couple of days later I was riding my bike and came upon a work crew cutting up the downed trees to get them out of the way. I stopped, sitting astride my bike, to watch. One of the crew guys was really sexy. I guessed him to be in his early thirties. He had a lot of muscles showing through his T-shirt and very big arms sticking out of the sleeves. The sleeves were pretty tight around his biceps. His chest muscles stuck out too, even his nipples poked against the T-shirt that was damp with sweat. It was sexy as hell. I didn't see an ounce of fat anywhere. Certain ways he moved I could see his flat, solid stomach, and man, I loved watching the muscles in his arms bulge and ripple. There were other people standing around watching too, but I was looking mostly at him. I watched for a little bit then left; I was getting hard and didn't want anyone to notice. That night I thought about that guy a lot. I wanted to dream about him. I tried to pull him into a dream while I slowly jacked off, thinking about him. I purposely didn't cum because I wanted there to be a buildup of excitement when I went to sleep; I thought that would help bring on a dream. But I couldn't get him into my dreams. Next day I went looking for the crew again. I had to ride around for a while before I found them working about two blocks from where they were the day before. This time I had my shades on so I thought I could watch him without him knowing I was looking at him. They took a break and he went to his truck to get something and he walked right by me and smiled at me and said "Hi, you're back," as he walked on past me. I was so surprised I didn't say anything back to him. I didn't turn around to watch what he was doing at the truck but a little later I heard him behind me. He said, sort of quietly, "You must like watching us work." I looked over my shoulder to see him standing in the shade of a big tree, drinking a bottle of water. He was being friendly enough and talking to me so I eased my bike in closer to him. "I've never watched anyone cutting up trees this big before," I said. "Hhmmmm, and I thought you were just watching me." I was a little embarrassed that he'd noticed that. "I guess I was," I admitted. "That's okay, no need to be embarrassed about it. I'm kind of use to some people doing that. Some are women, some are other guys. Doesn't matter to me." "Well your muscles probably get a lot of people to look at you. They're really big." He smiled, and sort of chuckled. "Well I have some really big wood to handle sometimes so the muscles help. I also kinda like it when people notice how I'm built." "It's hard not to notice," I said. "You must work out a lot. When you move your arms they look really hard." And I was wondering, excitedly, how he might've meant having some really big wood to handle. "You wanta feel 'em?" he asked. I instinctively started to reach for his arm. But he laughed and said, "Better not here, dude, with other people around." I pulled my hand back and I was kind of embarrassed. I think he was teasing me or maybe testing me. I think my face was red because he laughed a little more. "Hey, it's okay. I invited it, don't be embarrassed. You're a good looking guy too. Must get a lot of looks yourself, so you know how it is." I was still kind of embarrassed and didn't know what to say. "How old are?" "Fifteen." I thought about lying and saying I was eighteen but I knew he wouldn't believe me. I was pretty big for my age but I didn't look eighteen. "Too bad you're not just a little older." I didn't know what to say to that, what he meant by it. I wondered if he was maybe thinking like I was. But then he went on, "Sometimes they hire local kids to help move stuff away after they cut it up. You could probably handle the wood pretty easy, you're a big guy for fifteen." I was thinking, okay, he's talking about their work, he's not even thinking about sex. Later, though, when I thought about it, I was pretty sure he was talking about sex. I told my friend Brady about it and he laughed and said the guy was definitely talking about sex but it was a good thing I didn't try to do anything with him because that would be too dangerous with a stranger like that when I am alone. He said if he was with me we could have done the guy together. Anyway their break was up and they started back to work. As he was putting on his gloves, he said, "I really don't want to say this but you are kind of distracting me and it would be safer for me and the crew if you weren't here." I blinked, surprised, and he went on. "You see, the problem is, I keep looking up at you when I should be looking at the saw." "Oh, sorry." "Not your fault, buddy. I'm glad you came back and we got to talk this time. But it would be better if you go, for a lot of reasons." "All right." I was going to ask where they would be working the next day but now I didn't. He probably wouldn't tell me. So I went home and jacked off thinking about him, what it would be like to have sex with him. I jacked off again that night thinking about him. I couldn't not think about him. He was so fuckin' hot! Heck, I could even still smell his sweat. It was pretty sure there was an interest there, but it was like he was afraid of it, maybe because of my age. I tried to think of a way to let him know that my age didn't matter. Next morning as I was showering I got wood thinking about him again. But I didn't jack off. The more I thought about him, I thought, fuck it. There were still plenty of downed trees to cut up, they would be working someplace, I would ride around till I found them like I'd done before. I had to see this guy, hopefully talk to him again, if he didn't get mad at me for showing up again. While I was showering I did one other thing. I flushed out. It was probably futile hope but I wanted to be ready, just in case, although I couldn't even imagine it actually happening, or where it could happen. I did one other thing. I wore my old PE shorts. They were getting too small and a little snug in the butt and my thighs filled out the legs pretty snug, but they still fit fine around the waist. I started to not wear anything under them but I was afraid I would get hard and it would be obvious, so I put on a jockstrap under my shorts. It would be safer, but still easy and convenient??just in case?.. I rode around for over a half hour till I heard the distant sound of the saws. I followed the sounds and found the crew clearing away more trees, this time in a sort of business section of town. It wasn't downtown but there were neighborhood business that had been there since before I was born, mixed in with houses. I looked for my guy but didn't see him and my heart fell. But then suddenly I saw him. He was half hidden back in the green foliage of the huge tree, cutting away branches with a zip, zip, zip of his saw. I didn't ease any closer. I didn't want him to see me and get distracted, especially with the chain saw, although I knew he would see me eventually when he worked his way out of the branches. I sat astraddle my bike pressing my butt down hard on the seat, trying to imagine him pressing against me like that. I was glad I'd worn the jock; I was getting hard again. Fuck, he was so fuckin' hot! I started rolling my bike back and forth a few inches, just to feel the pressure against the base of my cock, that part that's between my balls and my ass. I grabbed the water bottle off the handle bars and gulped down a big drink. I was recapping it when I saw him notice me. He let his ax down to his side and just looked at me. I didn't know if he was pissed or if the look meant something else but it sent a chill through me. I should leave, I thought, before he runs me off, or has his supervisor come over and do it. That would be embarrassing. Suddenly he dropped his ax against the felled tree and came toward me. I felt such a panic wash over me but the sight of him moving toward me kept me there. I almost peddled off but I couldn't bring my legs to move; the sight of him kept me glued to the spot. Godd, all those muscles!! And I noticed for the first time, how he filled out the front of his jeans, how the bulge sort of shifted from side to side when he walked. Fuck, what's he got in there! "You're back, I see," he said. He didn't sound mad and I couldn't tell anything by his expression. "I was just riding around." "Right. More like you're stalking around." I tightened up inside at that. "I'm not stalking, I'm just watching. There are lots of people standing around watching you guys work." "But they aren't following us around," he said. "The streets are public," I said defensively. Suddenly I did want to leave. If I was pissing him off, what possible chance was there of anything happening? "Okay, kid?.what's your name?" "Zach." "Okay, Zach, I think I've figured you out." "I didn't know you were trying to figure me out." "Let's just say I've got the picture. You're a muscle freak," he said. "You're the one with all the muscles," I said. "I meant that in a good way. I like that, having people look at my body. The thing is, the guys are gonna start noticing. And you're awfully young. So I'm gonna ask you to do me a favor and I'll do you one in return. You know the old Cotter Park out on the edge of town?" "Yeah, nobody goes there anymore," I said. "Precisely. If you wanta see more of my muscles, meet me there around 5:30. Can you do that? You can even feel 'em." "Y-Yess," I replied, hoping I didn't sound too excited or anxious. "There's a huge tree that got uprooted in a windstorm. I'll be waiting there." "Alright." He winked at me and walked away. I was so surprised and excited I could hardly breathe. I just sat there, watching him go back to work, watching his awesome butt muscles flexing inside his jeans?..Godd, the things I wanted to do to his butt!! I rode off, heading back home, but I took the long way to work off my hardon. I whipped into the drive and came to a screeching halt and glanced at my watch. I had a little over an hour to get ready and get to the park. I rushed inside and up to my room and took off my clothes. I flushed out again then jumped in the shower. I watched myself in the mirror drying off. I hope he likes my body, I thought, as I doused myself with some good smelling body splash. I wanted to smell good for him. I wanted to look good for him. I wanted him to want me. At the last minute I even shaved. I had just started shaving a couple of times a week and I didn't really need to but I did it for him, just in case. I had to laugh at myself for that fantasy, that the big stud would actually kiss me? Get real, I told myself. Then, what to wear! I remembered an old pair of jeans that I'd cut off the previous summer. My mom had a fit but they were old and tattered and she didn't like me wearing them as jeans so I whacked them off. But after trimming the frayed edges after several washings they got too short to be decent, she said, so I put them away. I wondered if they would still fit. I dug them out and put them on. They were snug but they felt good. They were very short; almost no leg, and they were low rise in the first place so they rode down low on my hips. I took a look in the mirror. Oh, yes, they looked good too. Just the right packaging. I intended to only try them on for a fit and hadn't put any shorts on. They felt good and they looked good so I kept them on. Looking closely, I could see the faint outline of my cockhead. Besides, the less I wore the less I would have to deal with, if??.. I added a plain white t-shirt and hiking boots and my cap and I was ready. I thought it might be good if I arrived early and be waiting for him instead of him waiting on me. Appearing that anxious might impress him. I did get there early but he was already there. I rode my bike as far as I could along the narrow path through the overgrowth of weeds and tall grass then parked it against a tree and went the rest of the way on foot. The felled tree was huge; I could see just his head and shoulders over it. I went around the uprooted end of it to where he stood, leaning back against the trunk. He'd obviously come straight from work, in his dusty, worn jeans, work boots, but he'd taken off his t-shirt and put on a light flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off and open down the front. Just watching his stomach muscles ripple when he walked was enough to get me hard. "I wasn't sure you would come," he said. "I said I would; I'm a man of my word." I felt like such a boy in his presence. "So, where do you wanta start? You seemed to like my muscles," he said. "Yes, you have an incredible body. Your abs are awesome." "So, do you wanta start there?" he asked, rubbing one hand down his bare stomach, and at his belt he pulled his shirt aside. I didn't know what he meant by start nor where he expected it to lead. I swallowed hard--he probably heard me--and took a step closer to him. "Feel all you want," he said as he pulled his shirt wide open. The way he was offering himself to me made me weak in the knees. I hoped that's where I would be eventually but for the moment I accepted his invitation to feel his muscles, starting with his abs that he had so graciously offered. I flattened my hand on his stomach and he flexed them for me. "I hope I get hair like this," I said as I rubbed my hand back and forth on his stomach then on up to his chest. "You've got just the right amount of hair." "What determines the right amount for you?" he asked. "Enough to make you look manly and sexy without looking apish." I rubbed across his chest and he shivered when I raked my fingers across his nipples. His pecs were huge and thick. "Did that feel good?" I asked, doing it again. "Yeah." "Do you care if I suck on 'em for a little bit? I know it's more than feeling your muscles, but fuck, my mouth's watering just feeling your tits." "Go ahead, just watch your teeth," he said. "I'll be careful. I'll use my tongue, and a little suction," I said. I leaned up and closed my mouth over his right tit and sucked on it while I lashed it with my tongue. "Aww, fuck, yeah," he moaned softly and he clamped his hand around my head to push my face harder against his chest. "Didn't you ever have a woman do this for you?" I asked. "No. Never did." "That's a shame, and waste. But I've read that women don't really know how to please a man the way another man does." "Oh really." "Yes, really. Maybe I can show you." "You're awfully cocky and confident for a fifteen year old virgin," he said. "Not really. Not on the inside." I wondered how he knew I was a virgin. "I've been terrified at this meeting," I said. "Why? What'd I do or say to make you afraid of me?" "Nothing. But your physical presence is fuckin' intimidating." "You don't act intimidated," he said. "You can't imagine the butterflies in my stomach. But I wanted this so bad that I conquered my fear." "I'm really sorry you were afraid of me, or intimidated." "That's part of the attraction," I said. I was talking between licks. Suddenly he tugged my t-shirt up, baring my stomach and chest. "You still got those butterflies?" he asked, flattening his big, rough hand on my stomach. "No. But you hand is making me fluttery again." "That all, just fluttery?" he asked, laughing. Then he did the thing that surprised me most. He ran his hand down inside the front of my jeans. I gasped and thought I might faint when he folded his hand around my manhood. "And I see you came commando?..prepared." I didn't know what he thought I was prepared for but I was hopeful. I was so surprised that I couldn't speak. I took his cue and ran my hand down inside the waist of his jeans but his belt was cinched too tight for me to go all the way inside like he had to me. "Here, I'll undo that for you," he said as he unbuckled his belt with his free hand. He also undid the top button of his jeans. "There, that'll give you more room." I shoved further inside his shorts and found his manhood. He wasn't hard but he wasn't exactly soft either. He was more like hard rubber, flexible, with some give but he wasn't going to stay that way. And he was big. I squeezed him gently, feeling his cock coming to life. Mine was too, way faster than his, but I didn't have as much cockmeat to fill with blood as he did. My cock was bonehard. His was hardening, straining within the tight confines of my hand, his shorts and his jeans. "Why don't we get all of this out the way," he said as he withdrew his hand from inside my jeans and pulled my t-shirt off over my head. I was so happy that he was taking the initiative with me. Then he began unbuttoning my jeans. I was so stunned I still couldn't speak. I couldn't understand him doing this. I thought it would be one sided; I never dreamed he would touch me like this, me or any other guy. When he started to shrug off his sleeveless shirt I stopped him. "Leave that on, will you," I said as I finished unbuttoning his jeans. "I like the way it frames your pecs and your abs." His white briefs contrasted sharply against his dark tan. I dragged my fingers along the treasure trail down the center of his abs. "I love your treasure trail," I said. He laughed. "Is there anything about me that you don't like?" "Not so far. But I haven't found the treasure yet." I cupped the pouch of his shorts with one hand and ran my other hand down inside to take hold of his cock. "My Godd!" I gasped softly. He had hardened some more and I could barely get my hand around it. "Well, you found it," he said. "Yes, but it feels too good to be true." I explored his cock with my hand, feeling all up and down the shaft and encircling the thick girth as far as I could reach. I closed my hand over the head and felt the wetness there. His cockhead reminded me of a baseball. "Dang, can this be real?" "It's all me," he said. "Now is there still anything about me that you don't like?" "Not a thing," I said as I pulled his cock out. "Not a fuckin' thing. Godd, how did you grow a cock this size!" "Took after my dad, I guess." "When can I meet your dad?" I asked, laughing. I was so hot and excited my hands were trembling as I tugged on his jeans. I was also anxious. I couldn't believe my luck on this, my very first time. I'd always thought it would be with some other guy closer to my age, not a god like this. I went down on my haunches as I pulled his shorts and jeans down. His cock loomed overhead like a battering ram. His heavy balls were closer and that's where I started. I pressed my face against them and nuzzled in the apex of his huge thighs. Breathing in his male musk made me heady, like I was on some kind of drug. I licked the warm flesh there and came away with a deliciously salty taste. I licked under his balls to the other side. I washed him with my tongue. "Geezuss, I was thinking I should've showered, but maybe not," he said. "You did the right thing," I said. "You still smell good from your deodorant." "It's body splash," he said. I turned my attention to his balls, kissing and licking them all over. When I had them all wet I sucked one into my mouth. "Fuck, yeah, suck 'em," he murmured. "You don't have to be so gentle, my nuts are pretty tough." I sucked harder, mauling it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. His groan sounded a little pained but he put his hand on my head to push my face harder into his groin. After a moment I popped that one free and sucked in the other one. "Yeah, that one was getting jealous," he said. I worked on the big nut till he eased my head back. I thought I might've been hurting him. "Let's see if we can get them both in your mouth," he said. I eagerly dropped my jaw as far as I could and he stuffed both of his balls in my mouth. He pressed on the back of my head and smashed my face hard in his groin and I sucked hard, trying to draw them against my throat. I was so excited and happy that my eyes were welling up. I hoped he didn't notice, but he did when I groaned with happiness. "Hey, what's this?" he asked as he swiped the tears from the corners of my eyes. I didn't let go of his balls to answer him; I smashed my face even harder in his groin and wrapped my arms around his massive thighs to hold myself in tight. He said his balls were tough so I sucked and mauled them unmercifully with his huge cock looming overhead. I wanted it so bad but his balls were my main attraction at the moment, because he seemed to like what I was doing to them and I wanted to make this big stud happy. He was groaning softly as he stroked his cock at the same time. Even his hand was so sexy. I was still fluttery inside just from the anticipation of getting to his cock but he wouldn't let me release his balls. When he finally did I grabbed hold of his cock with both hands and pulled it down level with my mouth. I couldn't reach my fingers all the way around it now but I could actually hold it with both hands and the head still stuck out of my fist. I eyed the bulbous head, praying that I would be able to get it in my mouth. I noticed the ball juice flowing from the wide slit and quickly licked it off. I was immediately and forever hooked. I thought if I squeezed his cock more would come out. I was right and I lapped up the delicious juice like a puppy lapping warm milk. It tasted so good. His hand was still on the back of my head and I thought he was anxious for me to take his cock in my mouth; he was no more anxious that I was. I wet my lips and slid them over the wide head and tasted even more precum. I tried to suck more out but he was more anxious for me to suck his cock. I happily obliged and began moving my mouth back and forth on the thick shaft. Oh, Godd, I'm doing it, I thought. I'm actually sucking cock! I could barely believe my good fortune and I thanked the gods for sending me this magnificent stallion of a man for my very first experience. He liked what I was doing, moaned that he loved my tongue. At the same time he was sliding his cock back and forth between my lips like he was fucking my mouth. I was amazed how distended my lips were around the awesome girth. "Fuck, you're good, kid," he said in a husky voice. "You sure you've never done this before?" I shook my head no. I hadn't told him I was a virgin, he pegged that. I was so glad that he was happy with what I was doing to him. "So you never took a load before," he said. I shook my head again and he smiled. "You know you gotta swallow," he said. "It's not polite to spit a guy's cum out after he's given it to you." I nodded eagerly, but with a knot of fear in my stomach. I hadn't even thought that far ahead. Of course he was going to come, that was the whole point, but I hadn't pictured it in my mind that I would actually have my mouth full of cum, let alone have to swallow the stuff. Fearful as I was, I was undaunted. I didn't want to make the guy mad or even disappoint him. Of course I would take his load and I would gulp it down like a milkshake. Undaunted, I sucked all the harder, more eagerly. The head of his cock kept pushing against the back of my throat, like he wanted to push it through but I was careful to avoid that. I was frightened of having anything as big as his cock shoved down my throat. Even if I didn't die from it, if I passed out that would be embarrassing. But then he did the scariest thing. He clasped both hands around my head and held me perfectly still. "Let's try to push through," he said, pressing his cock against the opening of my throat. I was terrified but I couldn't bring myself to resist. Determined, I let him hold my head to be impaled at his will. I wanted to do this; thinking that if I was able to take this stud's big cock, there wouldn't be a cock I couldn't handle. I had no clue where or when the next big cock would come into my life but I knew deep down that sucking cock was going to be a big part of my life. He kept telling me not to panic, and to breathe through my nose, which I did, and it worked beautifully. Inch by inch, his cock pushed through and sank deeper and deeper into my throat, till I felt his hairy balls pressing against my chin. I was nearly teary-eyed happy as I felt the thick cudgel throb hard in my throat. He held me there for a long moment, he said to let me get used to it, then he told me, okay, I could start sucking him. I didn't do much; it was more him fucking my throat, which was fine with me. I was just so happy to be there on my knees in front of this magnificent specimen, and having him use me for his pleasure. As I relaxed more and my throat opened up I was able to suck him in rhythm to him fucking my mouth. I loved it. I was drooling, and choked on my spit more than on his cock. Soon he was using me to the fullest, fucking my mouth with full-cock strokes, bringing up tons of spit that ran down my chin. I realize I was groaning with pleasure, along with him. "Fuck, kid, you are awesome at this. I'm glad you pursued me the way you did," he said. I was glad too. I gave him the best I could, thankful for the opportunity and the practice, for I intended to become the best little cocksucker I could be. After several minutes I heard his breathing becoming ragged and realized that it was likely because he was working up a load. A surge of panic went through me but I held on, determined to see it through to the end, whatever form that might take. There was little doubt that he would cum in my mouth and I wondered what his cum would taste like. He cupped my chin in his hand to tilt my head upward a little and I looked up at him. "Listen, kid, you're getting me close. I'm gonna cum in your mouth, I don't know if you can take it in your throat." I nodded and he smiled. Nothing else was said till several minutes later when he grunted and groaned and told me it was coming. I braced myself, so excited I could hardly breathe. Seconds later his cock swelled in my throat and he eased it back just in time for the first salvo of warm semen to blast against the roof of my mouth. I was surprised at the force of it, as well as the volume. The second one covered my tongue completely and I was getting my first taste of someone else's cum. I liked it. His big cock kept belching out thick streams of cum till it felt like my cheeks were bulging and I felt the need to swallow. It was more than a little surprised how easily the stuff slithered down my throat. I forgot how many but I did count seven powerful surges of the stuff spurting in my mouth. He held my head in his hands till his cock began to deflate. It never did go all the way down but it lost its rigidity and that's when I felt the man's legs trembling. He pulled his cock free and staggered back a step. "Geezuss, you got my legs to shaking," he said, laughing. I rested back on my haunches, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and wiping away the wet from my eyes. He had his bandanna out, wiping his cock. When he had his jeans pulled up he put his hand out to pull me to my feet. "I've had a few blowjobs in my time but never one like that," he said. "I'm glad," I managed. I was still swallowing spit, trying to wash the last of his cum down. He took out a pack of gum and offered it to me. "Here, this will help you get rid of the taste." "No, I like it," I said, brushing his hand away. He laughed and ruffled my hair. "Fuck, you are a true cum-slut. And this was your first time?" "Yes, but it won't be my last," I said. "Good," he said as he dug a business card out of his pocket and handed it to me. "Here. When you get hungry again--or thirsty--give me a call, we'll see if we can arrange something." He thanked me as he was leaving. He didn't need to; it was my privilege. I pocketed the card and retrieved my bike. He said when I get hungry?..I was hungry already. I knew I would be calling him tomorrow. The end