Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2016 08:27:07 +0000
From: Samboi
Subject: Dominant Tradie: Part 1

The usual don't copyright this story applies. I read a lot of these kinds
of stories so I will find out. And if you're underage for your area, you
know you shouldn't. As I come from Australia, I understand a lot of you
might not get some of the terms so with each story, I will include an
Australianism.

Australianism! Tradie: An Australian tradesman.


I caught myself in the reflection of the train window as it pulled into the
station. I must say; I look pretty good for a 19-year-old. You wouldn't be
able to tell that I was gay unless you really looked. My dark hair was just
short, the tight shirt I was wearing showed off my slim but toned body and
the ray bans I was wearing let me check out anyone I want without being
noticed.

As I entered the train, I noticed it was pretty packed but managed to find
a seat near the door. We started moving and I started checking out who was
on board. Mainly older people and parents with their children but there
were a few very good looking tradies as well.

One we reached the next stop, a few people got on and took the remaining
seats and the last person to step on was a god of a man. He stood about
6'4" and was ripped. He wasn't overly bulky but you could tell he had a
very toned body. He looked to be about 23 and wore cargo shorts which
showed off the tattoos on the calves of his muscled legs, a high-vis vest
which showed he worked as a tradie and also showed off his huge bulging
biceps as he held onto the rail above his head and wore a cap which
shadowed over his stunning face and hid his dirty blonde hair.

As the train moved, he held on only a few feet away from me. This gave me
the perfect opportunity to check him out. As my eyes travelled down this
perfect specimen, they settled on his crotch. My eyes almost bulged out of
my head. His cargo shorts were baggy but not baggy enough to hide the huge
bulge. It was massive. I realised I was staring too long when I looked back
up and saw him staring at me with a cocked eyebrow.

Oh shit. Oh shit. How the fuck did he know I was watching him? I moved me
head to look out the window and pretended it didn't happen. He looked like
the type of guy that could beat me to a pulp if he wanted to. He got off
the stop before mine as I released a sigh of relief. Throughout the whole
day, I couldn't stop thinking about him.

The next day, I caught the same train and sat in the same spot. But the
person sitting next to me was an elderly man. When the train arrived at the
tradie's station, the elderly man got off and the first person that walked
on was the tradie. He sat down right next to me without saying a word.

I had to try not to get a hard on but the fear of what he might do kept it
down. We arrived at the station he got off at the day before but he didn't
move. Now I was starting to get scared. I played it cool and when we
arrived at my station, I hurried off the train before he could catch up.

I started my trek to Uni and was walking through the bush area. About half
way through, I turned around and saw the recognisable hi-vis top as the
tradie walked towards me. I turned back around to start running.

"Stop right there bitch." I heard his deep voice. I froze in my tracks and
couldn't move. As I turned back around, he was towering over me.

"Get a good look yesterday? Usually I would probably beat a fag like you
for staring at me like that but I haven't been getting much action so maybe
I can put you to use." I couldn't speak. He grinned at me, grabbed my arm
and took me deeper into the bush until he stopped, turned to me and pushed
me to my knees. I was eye level with his crotch.

"You don't say much do you? That's alright because I bet your fag mouth is
good at other things." I watched as his hand traced that huge bulge in his
shorts. He undid the vest and I looked up to see the strong, toned body of
a tanned god in front of me. Part of me was so turned on by this dominant
tradie but another part of me was scared.

He hooked his thumbs onto his shorts and pulled them down in one go. His
huge cock sprung free and my eyes went wide. It must have been a good 9 and
a half inches cut and thick. I stared at it before I felt his hand on the
back of my head.

"Open up bitch. Time to get your mouth fucked." I tried to open my mouth to
speak but before I could say anything, his cock was shoved deep. I put my
hands on his abs to push him back but he was too strong and was holding my
head tight. He started to thrust his cock into my mouth, deeper and deeper
with each thrust. As it hit the back of my throat, I gagged. I heard him
chuckle at this but he kept pushing more of his huge cock into my mouth.

I must have been on my knees for a good 10 minutes sucking this god of a
man off as he fucked my throat. I could tell he was getting close as his
thrusts picked up. He didn't warn me, just released a few grunts as I felt
my mouth fill with cum. He kept his cock in my mouth until I swallowed and
sucked the rest of the sum from his cock. I felt him lean over me as he
quickly pulled my wallet out from my pocket. I was still on my knees as he
opened it.

"Great! Now I know where you live. Do you live alone?" I just stared at
him. He slapped me across the face.

"Answer me faggot. Are you alone?" I nodded my head. "Good. That means I
can come by when I want a blowjob."

"But what if I don't want to do it again?"

"Finally. He speaks. Tough shit really. Your mouth is mine now."

He didn't say anything else as I watched him pull his pants back up. He
walked off without a word, leaving me on my knees. My cock was as hard as a
rock. I pulled it out of my pants and within a few strokes, I was painting
the ground with cum. I tucked my spent cock away and went to Uni. I
couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. He forced me to do it yet I
was so turned on by it.

When I arrived back at my apartment, I reached for the keys in my pocket
but noticed they were missing. I started to panic.

"Looking for these?" The tradie was leaning on the wall near my apartment,
dangling the keys from his finger.

"I had to make a copy of the key so I can let myself in."

"What the fuck is your problem?" I finally spoke up. This was getting out
of hand. The smirk on his face dropped to an angry look. He stormed towards
me, pushed me against the door and had one hand planted next to my
head. His bicep was bulging out.

"Now listen here faggot. I'm your alpha now and when my cock needs
servicing, you're damn well going to do it and if you do anything to stop
me, you will get the beating of your life. Got it?"

I swallowed hard. I didn't know what to do. I just nodded my head.

"Good. If you didn't want this, maybe you shouldn't be checking guys like
me out so obviously. As long as my cock stays satisfied, you have nothing
to worry about."

He unlocked the door, pushed it open and pushed me inside. Following me in,
he closed and locked the door behind him. When he turned back around, he
was massaging his huge cock through his shorts. I knew I had no choice but
to service him.



I hope you liked this first instalment. It's been a while since I have
written (there are still a few other stories I need to close off). I have a
few plans for this story.