Date: Thu, 17 Aug 2000 22:50:01 EDT
From: MNGuy33@aol.com
Subject: Towelboy, part 1

The following story is fiction.  Although I wish I could say that it really
happened.

Comments are always welcome at  MNGuy33@aol.com

Richard P.
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I was a teenager when the depression hit.  My father worked in a coal mine,
but his income was cut so bad he was not able to provide for a family of
six.  Since I was the oldest, I had to go to work.  I was only 16 but that
was old enough to work.  He took me down to the mine with him one day to
convince them to hire me.

"Mr. Beckwith you have to give my son a job.  We need to money.  He's a
strong boy and will work hard."  It was like I wasn't even standing in the
room with them.

"I would love to John, but we don't need any more men in the mine."

"Isn't there something around here he could do?"

"Well, there is but I doubt you would want your boy to do it."

"He'll do anything.  Won't you boy?"  He said looking at me.

I just nodded my approval.  I knew better than to say anything that would
upset my father.  But even more, I knew how badly we needed the money.

"John, the only opening we have is for a new towelboy."

"Towelboy?  What happened to Pete?"

"Pete got promoted. He starts in the mine next week.  He got the only
opening we had."

"Towelboy huh?  I don't think so."

Towel boy?  What could be so bad about it?  My father just said I would do
anything, so this must be pretty bad.

"I'll tell you what John, you think about.  Maybe talk it over with your
boy.  Let me know tomorrow"

"O.K. Sir.  I'll let you know."

My father grabbed my arm and led me out of the foreman's office.  He didn't
say anything for a long time.  We walked home in silence.  Finally I asked,
"Were you talking about Pete O'Leary?"

"Yes, do you know Pete?"

"Not really.  I know who he is.  He's a year ahead of me at school, or at
least he used to be.  He left school to get a job last year.  What's a
towelboy do, Pop?"

"So you've never talked to Pete about his job?"

"No, I don't think he even knows who I am."

My dad walked on for a few more yards.  He seemed to be having some kind of
internal battle.  Finally he spoke, "Son, you know we need the money
right?"

"Yes sir.  I'm willing to help out.  I don't understand why you don't want
me to take the towelboy job."

He walked another couple of yards.  "Son. The towelboy job itself is easy.
All you do is watch after the shower room.  You have to keep it clean and
stocked with clean towels.  You also take towels and soap to the men when
the call for it."

"It sounds easy enough.  So why don't you want me to do it?"

"Well son, soap and towels is not the only thing the men want.  Sometimes
the want you to do favors for them."

"What kind of favors?"

"I'm not sure how to say it."  He paused for several seconds.  "See when
the men come out of the mine, they are tense and need to unwind.  The
towelboy helps them out.  You may be asked to perform certain services for
these men.  Its part of the job."

"I don't understand.  What kind of services?

He stopped walking and stood for a minute.

"Pop, we need the money.  Anything they would want me to do, I am sure I
can handle."

"Son, they expect you to perform what some people consider unnatural acts.
See when a man gets aroused, he needs relief.  You would be expected to
provide that relief, whether its by hand, mouth or otherwise."

"You mean that they want me to have sex with men?"

"Yes."

"But Pop, I've never done anything like that before.  I wouldn't know what
to do."

"That's good to hear son.  But if you take this job, you will be expected
to do it for each shift while they are showering.  Now, not all men will
want relief, but there are always a couple with every shift."

Now I walked on in silence.  It is true I had never had sex with another
man, but I had fantasized about it.  "Pop if we really need the money, I'll
do whatever it takes."

"Are you sure son?  I won't make you do this."

"I'm sure Pop."

"All right, I will tell Mr. Beckwith that you will take the job.  For now,
come with me."

"Where are we going?"

"Just follow me."

My father led me to a house a few blocks away from our own.  He told me to
wait at the gate while he went to the door.  After a couple of raps, the
door was answered by Bill.  Bill was my father's best friend.  They have
been friends since childhood.  Bill's wife died three years earlier from
pneumonia.  My father was talking to Bill.  Bill would look at me
occasionally and shake his head.  Finally, Bill nodded to my father.

My father walked back to me at the gate.

"What's up Pop?"

"If you are going to take this job, then I want to you to know what is
expected.  I would rather you learn it from someone I trust then some of
those roughnecks from the mine."

With that my father turned and walked toward home, leaving me standing at
the gate.  I turned and looked at Bill.  He just stood in the doorway
looking at me.

"Well, what are ya waitin' for?"  He asked.

I pushed the gate open and walked up to the front door.

"So you think you want to be a towelboy, huh?"

"I just want to help out my Pop, sir.  I'll do whatever it takes."

"Well, I told your Dad I would show you what's expected, so we better get
started."  He turned and walked into the house.  I paused for a second and
then followed.  I closed the door and turned to find Bill standing in the
living room waiting for me.

"Do you know Pete, the old towelboy?"

"I know who he is from school, but I don't know him."

"Pete's a good towelboy, it's a shame he is quitting, but its time he move
to the mine.  What did your Father tell you about the job?"

"He told me I would be responsible for keeping the showers cleaned and
stocked with clean towels.  He also mentioned something about helping out
the men from time to time.  I guess that's why I am here."

"Helping the men out, as you call it, is a big part of the job.  None of
the men will admit it but almost all have used the towelboy at one time or
another.  Some only use you once in a while, like when the wife is ill, but
others will use you frequently."

"What about you?"

The look he gave me was severe.  "That's kinda personal.  But I will admit
that since my wife passed on, I have taken advantage of the towelboy.  I
guess that's why your father asked me to show you the ropes."

"Well, I am eager to learn.  I want to do the job well.  I want my father
to be proud of me."

"Well Tommy, this isn't exactly the kind of job you want your Pa to be
proud of.  I know your Pa pretty well and its probably tearing him up
inside that you are taking this job.  He's only letting you because your
family really needs the money."

"I know and that's why I want to do it.  Its the only job available."

"All right then.  Let's get started.  Let me take a look at you."

I stood there looking at him.  I didn't understand what he wanted.  I was
standing right in front of him, couldn't he see me?

"Well, get your clothes off.  I want to see what you got."

"Oh."  I said as I started to pull off my clothes.  It didn't bother me to
be naked in front of another guy.  Me and my friends went swimming in the
nude all the time.  However, I had never been naked in front of a grown man
before.  I could feel myself getting aroused as I started to pull off my
pants.  I never wore underwear in the summer.  It was too hot and it also
meant less clothes for mom to wash.

After I pulled off my pants and was completely naked, I turned to face
Bill.  My hands were in front of me covering my hardening dick.

"Move your hands, how can I see what you got?"

I dropped my hands to my sides.  My semi hard cock stuck out in front of
me.  I could feel it still rising.  I knew I wasn't small.  I had compared
myself to my friends.  I was bigger than all of them.

"That's a nice cock you have there.  There will be a few guys who will want
to play with that."

I felt it jerk at that thought of someone else touching my dick.

"You like the idea of someone touching your dick?"

"I don't know.  I've never done anything like that before."

Bill started to take off his clothes.  "Well, you are going to get lots of
opportunity to find out."  I was anxious to see Bill naked.  My father was
the only grown man I had seen in the nude.  Bill was shorter than my dad.
He was the same height as me, but more muscular.  Bill had short brown hair
and a thin mustache.  He was an attractive man, or at least I thought so.
His steel blue eyes cut right through you.  Years of working in the coal
mine were starting to take its toll.

Bill finally stripped off his trousers.  He also had no underwear on.  He
stood up and let me look at him.  His chest had a light coating of hair.
There was a thin line of hair that ran down across his tight stomach to his
crotch.  I followed this line of hair down to his dick.  I was surprised to
see that it was slightly larger than my fathers.  I thought he would have
been smaller since he was at least six inches shorter than my father.  His
cock was slowly lengthening.  Our nudity and my hardon seemed to be having
an effect on him, or maybe it was the thoughts of what we were about to do.

"Come over here boy."

I walked over to Bill and stood in front of him.

"Get on your knees."

I dropped to my knees.  His dick was now right in front of my face.  I
watched as it slowly arched upward, finally reaching its full length.  It
must have been a good two inches longer than my own cock.  Below it hung to
large balls.  They hung low from the summer heat.

"Take my dick in your hand."  I reached up and wrapped my hand around the
shaft of his cock.

"Now start to stroke it.  Move your hand up and down.  I'm sure you do this
to your own dick."

I never took my eyes off his cock.  My hand slowly slid up and down the
length of his throbbing cock.

"That feels good.  Now some men will just want you to do that for them.
They will want you to lather it up with soap and stroke it for them until
they shoot.  Then they will expect you to leave."

I tried to speak buy my mouth had gone dry.  Finally, I managed to get the
words out. "How will I know that's what they want?"

"They will usually let you know.  Some are afraid to speak so they motion.
You will learn to know what they want."

My hand was still stroking his cock.  I saw a drop of pre cum leak out of
the tip.  I wanted to reach out with my other hand and touch it, but I
waited for my next instructions.

"Now, most men will want you to get them off with your mouth.  So, you need
to know how to do this.  Take my cock in your mouth."

I opened my mouth and leaned forward until the head of Bill's cock was in
my mouth.  I closed my lips around the head and got my first taste of
another man's cock.  It tasted salty from sweat. The salty taste soon
disappeared.

"OK, now try taking more."

I slid my mouth down his cock.  I kept going until I felt like I started to
gag.  I stopped and pulled back.  I had taken about half of Bill's cock
into my mouth.

"That's not bad for a first try.  With practice you will be able to take
all of it.  Now you have to do more than have it in your mouth.  You need
to use your tongue and suction to give the man pleasure.  You also want to
keep moving your mouth up and down my cock."

I pulled back.  With just the head in my mouth I increased the suction.  I
let my tongue play around the head.  I found his piss slit and started to
explore it.  After a few seconds of this I started moving down his cock
again.

"That's good.  Keep that up.  Take my balls in your hand.  Play with them.
Give them a gentle squeeze."

I grabbed his balls in my hand and started to pull on them.  My mouth slid
up and down his cock while my hand squeezed and pulled his balls.

"Oh yeah, that's it.  Wow, you are pretty good for a beginner.  See if you
can take more of my cock."

I started to try taking more of Bill's cock.  Each time I moved forward I
would take a little more.  I tried to open my throat to allow his cock
deeper.  I decided to try swallowing as I went forward.  This seemed to do
the trick.  Soon I was taking the full length of his cock into my mouth.

"You did it.  Keep that up.  It feels great.  Pretty soon you will get to
taste your first mouthful of jism."  Bill placed his hands on the back of
my head.  He started to rock his hips, sliding his cock in and out of my
mouth.  I stopped moving and let him do the work.  I felt his cock swell
even thicker.

"Oh man, I'm going to shoot.  I hope you are ready."  He pulled back so
only the head was in my mouth.  He cock started to shoot filling my mouth
with his load.  Soon my mouth was completely full and I had to swallow.  As
soon as I swallowed my mouth was filled again.  I swallowed again.  This
time it took longer but he managed to fill my mouth a third time.  I kept
sucking on his cock until I has sucked out that last drop.  It was like I
couldn't get enough of his jism.

Bill pulled his cock out of my mouth.  "That was damned good for a first
timer.  You sure you've never down that before?"

I was out of breath, but I managed to answer.  "Yes sir, I'm sure.  You
were the first."

Bill walked over to a chair and dropped down into it.  His cock still rock
hard.

"So, is that all I have to do to be a towelboy?" I said breathlessly.

"Mostly, yes.  There are a few men who will want more.  You ready to learn
more?"

"If you are ready, yes."

"Oh, I can do this all night.  Now, there are a few men who will want to
use that cute little butt of yours.  They will want to fuck you." He paused
to let this thought sink in.  I had never thought about being fucked by a
man.  I had imagined touching another man, even sucking on them, but not
this.

"Are you sure you want to continue?"

"I need this job, I have to do it."

"OK, get on your hands and knees."

I dropped to the floor and got in position.  My head was facing the sofa.
Bill left the room for a minute.  When he came back he knelt down behind
me.  Soon I felt something cold and moist being applied to my hole.  The
coldness made me jump a little.

"Sorry, its probably a little cold.  It will warm up quickly."

He rubbed the lotion around my hole for a while.  Then applied another
glob.  This time he worked it into my hole with his finger.  He went very
slow and soon his finger was sliding in and out easily.  I felt him add a
second finger and start to work it in until the two fingers slid in and out
easily.  I heard him apply some to his cock.  I could hear the sound of his
hand stroking his lotion covered cock.

"Now, you will feel some pressure, but just relax.  It might hurt for a few
minutes, but that will go away."  He applied some more lotion.  I felt the
head of his cock against my hole.  It felt huge compared to his fingers.
He started to push forward.  There was a pop and he was inside.  A shot of
pain ripped through me.

"Ahh, it hurts, take it out.  Please take it out."  I tried to pull forward
away from the intrusion, but Bill held me firm.

"Relax.  I told you it would hurt for a few minutes.  Relax and it will go
away."

I grabbed my shirt off the sofa and stuffed it in my mouth.  I bit down on
it but it didn't make the pain go away.  I took my shirt out of my mouth
and started taking deep breaths, willing myself to relax.  Soon I felt the
pain start to subside.  Bill must have sensed it and started to push
forward.  He would push until it became uncomfortable, then he would stop
again.  He would wait until he felt me relax.  He kept this up until he was
completely inside me.  I could feel his pubic hair pressed against my
cheeks.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm OK.  I think I am used to it now."

With that he started to pull out.  He stopped when the head was all that
was left inside.  Then he pushed forward slowly until he was completely
inside me again.  He kept up this slow pace for several minutes.  The ache
that I felt was now replaced by something else.  I wanted him inside me.  I
needed him inside me.

Again, Bill seemed to sense the change in me and started to pick up the
pace.  He started to fuck me faster and harder.  I couldn't seem to get
enough of him.  I started to push back against him.  I tried to get into a
rhythm with him.  I pushed back as he pushed forward.

"You like this, don't you?"

"Yes sir, you feel good inside me."

"You are very tight.  I know the guys are going to like you."

"I hope so, sir."  My breath was coming in short pants now.  I felt my
balls pulling up.  I knew that I was going to shoot soon.

"Oh man, you are going to make me shoot again.  Oh god, you feel good."
Bill started to slam his cock into me harder.  Suddenly he rammed his cock
in as deep as it would go and exploded.  I could feel his hot jism shooting
inside me.  This sent me over the top.  I felt my own cock explode shooting
my load onto the hardwood floor.

Bill collapsed onto my back.  He laid there for a few minutes catching his
breath.  He then rolled off me, his softening cock sliding out of me with a
pop.

"I'm afraid I made a mess on your floor."  I laid down on my side next to
the large puddle on the floor.

"Well, I suggest you clean it up."  There was a funny grin on his face.

"With what?"

"Your mouth of course."

I looked at my puddle of jism and then at Bill.  He was serious.  I climbed
up on my hands and knees again and started to lick up my load.  I kept
licking until I was sure I had cleaned it all of the floor. The floor
shined where I had licked it clean.  I noticed that my jism tasted slightly
different than Bill's.  I think I preferred Bill's.

"So, how do you feel?" He asked.

"I feel good."

"I think you will do just fine as towelboy."

"Thank you sir."

"Please, stop calling me sir.  We work together now.  You can call me
Bill."

"OK, Bill."

We laid on the floor for a while talking about the job and how many men I
would have to service on a typical day.  Usually, according to Bill, it was
only a couple per shift.  But there were some days were you might have
several guys to service.  Since I was new there might be a lot of guys who
want to try me out.

"Once they find out what a natural you are, you may get lots of attention."
He said with a smile.

I didn't say anything, but the red color in my cheeks showed my
embarrassment.

"Ready for another go?"  Bill asked, nodding down at his growing cock.

"Sure," I said as I climbed between his legs and took his cock in my mouth.
I sucked on it until it was completely hard and coated with spit.  I then
positioned myself above him.  I lowered myself until the head was pressing
against my hole.  I pushed down until the head popped inside.  It didn't
hurt this time.  Slowly I lowered myself until his cock was completely
inside me.

Bill laid back with his hands behind his head.  I placed my hands on his
hard stomach and started to raise and lower myself onto his cock.  My own
cock was now rock hard.  I dropped to my knees and started to ride Bill's
cock faster.  Without warning, my cock erupted spewing its load all over
Bill's chest.  Bill smiled.  He sat up and wrapped his arms around me.  He
then rolled sideways until he was now on top of me.  I wrapped my legs
around him.  Bill started to fuck my hard.  He then did something that
surprised me.  He lowered his face to mine and kissed me.  I kissed him
back.  Bill's tongue started slipping between my lips.  I sucked it into my
mouth.  I had never kissed another person, let alone another man.  It felt
nice.  Bill's cock slammed into my ass while our tongues explored each
other's mouth.

Since Bill had already cum twice it took him a long time to come again.  I
didn't mind though.  I loved the feeling of him inside me.  It also gave us
more time to kiss.  We were working up a good sweat in the summer heat.
The load that I had shot onto his chest had already mingled with his sweat
and dripped onto my own sweating body.  By the time Bill was ready to shoot
his load we were completely drenched in sweat.  I was getting close to
shooting another load.

Bill pulled out as I took my cock into my hand and started to stroke it.
We both stroked our cocks milking our loads out of our balls.  We came
seconds apart.  By the time we finished shooting my chest was covered in
our jism.  Bill scooped all of the jism off my chest and brought it up to
my mouth.  I eagerly ate the combined jism out of his hand.  Bill then fell
on top of me and kissed me again.

"Thanks, I needed that."  He said to me.

"You are welcome.  Thanks for teaching me what I need to know for my new
job."

"I hope you will come over and visit me from time to time.  I would like
more of this."

"You can count on it.  I loved it."

"Well, you better get dressed and get home for dinner."

"Yes, sir."  I stopped and looked at him, "Sorry. Bill"

As I was putting on my clothes, I paused.  "Bill, will you answer a
question for me?"

"If I can."

"Does my father ever use the towelboy?"

He just looked at me for a minute and then smiled. "I think you should ask
him."

"Oh, and Bill..."

"Yes?"

"Please don't tell my Dad how much I enjoyed it."

"I won't tell him about you, if you won't tell him about me."

"Deal!"

I couldn't wait to start my new job on Monday.  I think I jerked off five
times that weekend just thinking about it.  Monday finally came and my
father and I headed off to the mine.  My father didn't say anything to me.
In fact, he seemed very down.

"Pop, is something wrong?"

"Not really, I just wish you didn't have to be towelboy.  I hope it wasn't
too bad with Bill.  I hope he was gentle."

"Pop, everything is going to be fine.  I'll only do this job until there is
an opening in the mine.  Bill was very nice.  He taught me everything I
need to know."  I felt an ache in my ass just thinking about Bill.  I knew
I would be paying him a visit very soon.

"Tommy, this is Pete.  He is the guy you are replacing.  He is going to
show you what's expected of you today, then tomorrow you are on your own.
We need Pete in the mine."  Mr. Beckwith said as he introduced me to Pete.

"Hi Tommy, welcome to the shower room."

"Thanks Pete."

Pete waited until Mr. Beckwith had left.  "So, did anyone tell you about
the job?"

"Yes, my father told me what was expected."

"Your father?" He asked, shocked. "Did he tell you everything that is
expected?"

"Yes, and he had a friend show me so I would know what to do."  I wasn't
sure that I should have shared that piece of information.

"Well, you are lucky then.  I learned the hard way, but as long as you are
willing and do a good job you will be here for a long time."

"Well, I only plan to stay until there is an opening in the mine."

"That's what I said, two years ago.  But if you stick it out, it will pay
off.  Some of the men leave tips or gifts for services you provide, but
most consider it a benefit of the job."

"So, why did you wait until Mr. Beckwith left to ask me about the job?"

"Well, everyone knows what goes on in the showers, but no one talks about
it.  Especially management."

"Does any of the management ever come down to the showers?"

"No, but sometimes we get requests to visit their office.  Usually after a
shift change so it doesn't interfere with your job."

Pete led the way into the showers.  He showed me where the clean towels,
soap and cleaning supplies were stored.  He explained what would happen at
shift change.  The miners getting off would come in and shower before going
home.  Not all showered, but most did.  There were small cages they put
their dirty clothes in while they showered.  When they were finished they
would take the cage back to the lockers where they put on their clean
clothes and stored their work clothes for the next day.  When everyone was
done, the towelboy would be responsible to pick up the dirty towels and put
them into a laundry bag.  He also had to mop the shower room with bleach
water before the next shift change.  Between shifts he would also be
responsible for washing the towels.  There were only two shifts, so
towelboys started working just before the first shift got finished, and
could not leave until the second shift finished showering and the showers
were cleaned.  This meant that a towelboy usually worked twelve to fourteen
hour days.

I helped Pete get the towels and soap ready.  Then Pete started to strip.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Well, you can't wear your clothes.  You have to go into the showers.  You
will get wet.  Its easier to do the job naked.  You can put your clothes on
between shifts."

"Oh, that makes sense."  So we got undressed.  We put our clothes in cages
and put them in the supply room.

"Now, all we have to do is wait."  Pete said.  "Say, while we are waiting
why don't you show me what you learned."  Pete started to stroke his cock.
It looked like it was about the same size as my own.

"Right here?"

"Sure, why not.  We have a few minutes before the first shift change."

"OK, why not?"  I dropped to my knees and took Pete's cock in my mouth.  I
figured he probably didn't get much attention as towelboy, but if I did
well, he would come back for more.  I sucked his cock deep into my throat.
It was still growing as I sucked it deep.  Soon it was rock hard.  I
started to suck up and down the length of his cock.  He placed a hand on
the back of my head and started to rock, moving his cock in and out of my
mouth.  I held onto his hips to balance myself and let him fuck my mouth.

"You are pretty good.  Whomever taught you did a good job."

I was glad to hear the current towelboy think I was pretty good.  Maybe I
would be a good replacement.  My own cock was getting hard as Pete fucked
my face with long slow movements.

"Oh, man I am getting close. You are about to get your first load of the
day.  I hope you are ready."

I tried to nod my head to let him know that I was ready to taste his load.

"Well then, here it comes."

I pulled my mouth back so the head was all that was in my mouth.  Pete's
cock started to shoot.  He filled my mouth once and I swallowed.  I
expected more but that was all there was.  I managed to suck out another
drop or two.  I was disappointed.  I expected a large load out of a young
guy like Pete.  I pulled off his cock and stood up.

"I would return the favor but the shift change should happen at any
minute."  I wasn't disappointed.  Somehow I knew that I would get off more
than once today.

We didn't have to wait long.  A few minutes later a loud whistle blew
signaling shift change.

"Here we go.  Now, some of the men know there is a new towelboy starting
and may want to check you out, so don't be shy."

"OK, I'll try to do good."

"Don't let them get away with anything.  Only do what you feel comfortable
doing.  But whatever you do, don't leave a man unsatisfied."

"OK"

The first men started filing into the showers.  I watched as the coal dust
covered men started to strip off their coveralls.  It was amusing to see
the white skin beneath their coveralls exposed.  Their hands and faces were
black from the dust.  Many had a black triangle on their necks from leaving
their coveralls partly open.  It was interesting to see the many different
shapes and sizes of their bodies, not to mention their dicks.  After they
were naked they would head into the showers.  There was already soap in
each shower, but it didn't stop the ones who needed attention from calling
for soap.  It didn't take long.

"Soap in four" the call rang out.

"I'll get this one, you can get the next."  Pete said as he headed off to
shower four with a bar of soap.

A few seconds later, "Soap in twelve!"

I grabbed a bar of soap and headed to shower twelve.  The showers were
numbered on the curtain that hung in front.  Each shower was separated from
the others by canvas curtains.  The curtains only blocked from a man's
chest to his knees from view.  As I passed curtain four, I could see Pete
kneeling on the ground.  I glanced up at the man to see him standing with
his eyes closed and a smile on his face.  My heart started to race, my cock
started to rise.

"You called for soap?"  I stood outside the curtain not knowing how to
proceed.

"Well, bring it in here."  The voice was gruff.  The man was tall.  He
towered above the curtain.  His head was higher than the shower head.  I
pulled the curtain aside and stepped in.  He had his hard cock in his hand
stroking it.  I was surprised to see a small cock on such a big guy.  It
couldn't have been more than five inches long.

"You must be the new towelboy."

"Yes sir."

"Well, show me if you are any good."

I was afraid that he might have coal dust on his cock after touching it, so
I used the soap and lathered him up first.  I gave it several long strokes
before turning him into the water to rinse off.  I then dropped to my
knees, but he was so tall that his cock was higher than my mouth.  I stood
back up and bent over.  I took his cock into my mouth and started to suck
on him.  I had just started sucking him when I heard, "Soap in twenty".  I
hoped Pete was getting that one.  I started sucking hard hoping to get this
giant off quickly.

"Hmm, that feels good.  I think you have done this before."

I now understood why you needed to be naked to do this job.  My head was
now soaked.  I sucked hard while the man started to lather up the rest of
his body.  Without warning, he started to shoot his load into my mouth.  It
caught me by surprise.  For a small cock he shot a huge load.  I almost
choked on the first wave.  I recovered and quickly swallowed it all.  I
kept sucking until I was sure he was done. I pulled off and started to head
out of the shower.  I heard him snickering as I left.

"Towel in two"

I didn't see Pete so I got a towel and headed for shower two.  I noticed
that my cock was still rock hard.  I got to the shower to find the man
waiting for me with the curtain open.  His hard cock in hand.  This guy's
cock had a couple of inches on the tall guy.  He was also a lot thicker.  I
threw the towel over the top of the curtain, closed the curtain and dropped
to my knees.  I struggled with the thickness of his cock but I finally
managed to get it down my throat.

This guy was a little taller that Bill but a lot heavier.  He had a belly
that stuck out.  He grabbed my head on the sides and started to fuck my
mouth.  Slowly at first but then he picked up the speed.  All the while he
made whimpering noises.

"Sounds like Joe's getting some relief" I heard someone in a nearby shower
yell.

"Mind your business." The man in two yelled.  This must be Joe.  The nearby
showers erupted in laughter.  I increased the suction on Joe's cock while
he continued to fuck my mouth.  His whimpering noises grew louder.

"Ahhhh!" Was all he said as he pulled back and exploded in my mouth.  He
held my head firm while his whole body shook from his orgasm.  I swallowed
shot after shot of his jism.

"Sounds like the towelboy's done.  Who's next?"  It was the same voice from
the nearby showers.

"He's such a jerk! Thanks" Joe whispered to me.  I just smiled as I got up
and left.

I had just gotten back up front when the same guy who had been shouting
called out, "Towel in five."

I didn't see Pete around, so I grabbed a towel and headed to five.  When I
got there the guy was standing with his arm sticking out of this curtain.
I handed him the towel.  He looked out at me.  He was a handsome man.
Probably a few years younger than my dad.

"So, your the new towelboy huh?"

"Yes sir.  Will that be all?"

"Yes," he said with a smile. "for today."

"Soap in ten."  The cry rang out.

I grabbed a bar of soap and headed to ten.  It was a red headed man.  I
couldn't tell what he wanted when I entered, so I handed him the soap.  He
stood looking me over.  He made a gesture with his hand which I took to
mean he wanted me to turn around.  I turned around so he could see my back
side.  I then turned back to face him.

"Nice.  I think I want to try out that ass.  Come closer."  I walked over
to him.  He turned me around and pushed me over.  I placed my hands on my
knees exposing my ass to him.  He rubbed the bar of soap along my crack.  I
felt him work it into a lather.  He then worked in a finger.

"Mmm, tight."

He added more soap as he continued to work his finger in and out.  He then
lathered up his cock.  I felt him put his cock head against my hole.  I
forced my self to relax, taking slow deep breaths.  He pushed through.  I
felt a little pain with this sudden invasion.  He didn't wait for me to get
used to him.  He started to push forward.  Soon, he was all the way in.  I
then realized he must not be very big.  He was hiding his cock when I came
in so I never saw it.  I will have to be careful next time, it could be a
monster that he's hiding.

The red headed man started to fuck my ass fast.  He began making grunting
noises.  He was a little clumsy and almost knocked me over twice.  I pushed
back against him, but he wasn't reaching that place that Bill hit.  I
wanted him to go deeper, but this guy couldn't.

"You like my big tool in you, don't you?"

"Yes sir," I answered quietly.  How could I tell the guy he wasn't giving
me any pleasure.

"Your tight ass is making me shoot."  He grabbed my hips and slammed into
me hard as his cock shot into my ass.  I don't think he shot much either,
at least I couldn't feel it inside me.  As soon as he was done shooting, he
pulled out and turned to finish his shower.  I stood up and walked out, my
ass still covered with lather.

I noticed the next stall was empty so I jumped in and quickly rinsed off.

"Soap in one." The voice sounded familiar.

I was heading up front when Pete passed me, "I'll get it" he said as he
headed to shower one.  I went up front to wait for the next call.

"He asked for the new guy," Pete said returning to the front.  He seemed
disappointed.

I took a bar of soap and headed to one.  I couldn't see the guy's head
above the curtain.  I opened the curtain to find Bill standing there with
his hard cock in his hand.

"Hi." He said as I entered with a big smile on my face.

"Hi." I said in return.  "What would you like?"

"I want that tight ass again."  I was so happy to hear him say that.  I
dropped to my knees and gave his cock a short suck before I stood up and
turned around.

"No, not like that."

"Then how?"

"Let me get you ready first."  He used the soap and lathered up my ass.  He
easily slid one finger inside me.  "I think someone's already been in
there."

"Yes but he was a lot smaller than you."  I said with a smile.

Bill slipped a second soapy finger into me.  He worked it into a lather,
adding more soap.

"OK, come here."  He guided me toward him so we were face to face.  He
placed my arms on his shoulders.  He then grabbed my legs just below my
butt and lifted me into the air.  When I realized what he was doing I
helped out by pulling myself up on his shoulders.  When he had me high
enough I wrapped my legs around him.  He slowly lowered me onto his cock.
His cock slowly slid into me.  I lowered myself down until I felt his
entire cock inside me.  My hard cock was rubbing against his stomach.
Lifting myself up, I started to move up and down on his cock.

"Oh yeah.  That feels nice." Bill said.  He turned to me and kissed me
deep.  Since he was not tall enough, no one would see us kissing.  He broke
off the kiss.  "I have waited all weekend for today."

"Me too."

"How's it going?"

"Great, now."  I said with a smile.  He smiled back and then kissed me deep
again.  Bill started to moan, signaling that he was getting close.  I could
feel my own load rising in my balls.  I started to bounce up and down
faster.  The warm water from the shower cascading over our bodies, allowing
my cock to slide easily against his skin.

"Oh god, I'm going to shoot."  I whispered.

"Me too."  Bill said as our cocks shot at the same time.  Bill's filling my
ass with his hot load and mine against our chests. The shower washing it
away as fast as I could shoot it.  When Bill was finally spent, he lifted
me off his cock.  He gave me another kiss and patted me on my ass as I left
the shower.  My legs felt like rubber as I walked back up front.

"He nice, isn't he?" Pete said as he passed by.

"Yes he is."  I answered.  Now I know why Pete seemed so down that Bill
asked for me.

"Soap in thirteen."

I grabbed a new bar of soap and headed to thirteen.  I found an younger man
waiting.  He couldn't be much older than Pete.  He was tall and thin with
lots of freckles.  When I walked in he smiled a big grin that showed a gab
in his front teeth.  The grin and freckles made him look younger than he
probably was.  I looked down at his cock to find a long thin cock hanging
between his legs.

"Here's your soap.  Will there be anything else?"

He just smiled and nodded at me.  He took his cock in his hand and started
to stroke it.  I dropped to my knees in front of him.  His cock was
starting to grow.  It was already longer than mine and it wasn't even hard
yet.  I looked up at him, to see that silly grin.  I reached up to take his
cock in my hand.

"Not yet."  He said quietly.

I watched as he stroked his cock.  It continued to grow as he stroked it.
Finally it was completely hard.  It had to be over ten inches long, but no
thicker than my own cock.

"OK." He said.

I took his cock in my hand and guided it to my mouth.  I didn't think I
would be able to take the full length of this cock into my throat, but I
was willing to try.  I started by working on the head.  I found that the
head was sensitive and it made him squirm.  I didn't want him to come to
quickly.  I had to see if I could get his cock down my throat.  I started
working my way down his cock.  I didn't want to rush it so I took a little
more each time.  I think the fact that he was thin made it easier for me.
After several minutes I managed to get it all the way down my throat.

"Golly, even Pete can't do that."  He said rather loudly.  I felt proud of
myself.  Now I needed to get him off so I could move on.  I returned to the
head and started to work on it hard.  He was really moaning now.  His cock
got even harder and I knew he must be close.  I took the full length of his
cock one more time and this sent him over the edge.  He started shooting
while I had the full length in my mouth.  The first couple of shots went
straight down my throat.  I moved back in time to catch the last of his
load in my mouth and get a good taste of it.

He wasn't even done shooting and he pulled my mouth off his cock.  "Whew,
sorry I get awfully sensitive."  The last couple spurts of cum hit me in
the face.  I wiped it off with my hand and as I walked out of the shower I
licked it from my hand.

I spent the rest of the shift running towels.  Only one other man wanted
attention.  He was an older man and it took a long time to get him off.  My
jaw ached by the time he shot his load.

"Well you made it through your first shift change.  That one was a little
busier than most.  Its probably because they knew we both were here.  Let's
take a break before we clean up."

We pulled on our jeans and went outside to get some air.  After a short
break we went back and cleaned up the showers and got it ready for the next
shift change.  Once it was ready it was time for lunch.  I wasn't hungry
from combination of the heat and the several loads I had swallowed.  But I
knew I needed to eat, so I forced myself to eat the sandwich and apply my
mother had sent for me.

The next shift change was even busier.  This was the shift my father was
working.  I saw him come into the showers.  He looked at me momentarily but
then started to strip.  I watched him get undressed.  I had seen my father
naked before but never really looked at him. This time I took a good look
at his body and his cock.  His cock was a little bigger than mine soft. I
wondered how big it would get when hard.  He looked up and saw me looking.
I turned away before we made eye contact.  My father just turned and headed
to the showers.

The first man that called me was around thirty.  I had seen him at church
and knew he had a family.  We didn't exchange any words.  I gave him a slow
suck that made him weak in the knees.

The second guy was another older man.  He must have been close to fifty.
He surprised me.  He dropped to his knees as soon as I entered his shower.
I willing let him suck my half hard cock into his mouth.  It didn't take me
long to get hard.  He knew what he was doing and soon had me shooting down
his throat.  He pulled off my cock and stood up.  "Thank you" was all he
said to me.  As I walked out of the shower, my father walked by.  He was
dripping with water.

"I need a towel.  But I can get it."

"No, its my job.  What shower are you in?"

"Six," he said looking at me as I headed off to get him a towel.  I grabbed
a towel and headed back to six.  He was standing inside.  I handed him the
towel and he motioned for me to come inside.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm fine Pop.  I really don't mind the job."

"Anybody mistreat you?"

"No sir.  Everyone's been very kind."

He was drying off as we talked.  I couldn't help letting my eyes look him
over again.  He was clean now.  His cock looked longer than when I saw it
earlier.  Was he getting aroused?

"Well, Pop I need to get back to work.  Is there anything else?"

He looked at me for a minute. "No, son.  You should get back to work.  I'll
see you at home."

My father left to get dressed just as I got called to another shower.

I gave two more guys blow jobs before they were all done.

"Well, what do you think?  Think you can handle it on your own?" Pete asked
while we were cleaning up.

"I hope so.  They really kept us both running today."

"Its not too bad usually.  They know you are alone and are patient."

We cleaned up the showers and locked up for the night.  The next day I
would be on my own.  All of the cocks were mine to suck.  I couldn't wait.

When I got home my mom had dinner waiting for me.  My father was in his
favorite chair reading the newspaper.  I gave Mom the whitewashed version
of my day's activities.  When I was done eating I excused myself and went
to bed.

"Good night Pop."

"Good night son.  You did a good job today.  Keep up the good work."

"Thanks Pop" I said as I headed off to bed.  I was exhausted.  Even the
heat didn't keep me from sleeping that night.


End Part One.