Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2018 19:41:36 +0200
From: JG
Subject: Best Summer Job Ever (Older-Younger)

My summer job was pretty easy.  The construction office where my dad worked
needed someone to answer phones, make copies and handle what little foot
traffic came through the door.  Simple enough, even for a 15 year-old.

Dad took me into the office around 6:30am, when all the big, burly
construction dudes were all showing up for morning coffee and work
assignments.  They congregated around the back of the place, near the
loading dock, smoking and swapping stories until it was time to head out
for a day's work.

On my first morning, I sat quietly in a corner checking them all out
sipping a chocolate milk.  Brad was the hottest, a young, blonde stud in
his 20s.  He had a long ponytail and big, bushy reddish beard. The dude was
pure beefcake with huge biceps and powerful shoulders that were accented by
his faded tank shirt.  Big tufts of red hair protruded from each armpit,
and he had an easy smile and laugh.  He kept looking right at me with
piercing blue eyes that made my butt pucker.  When he stood up, I noticed a
nice, big package in his tight-fitting jeans.  I wanted him almost from the
instant I saw him.

Raymond, one of the older black men, was also worthy of my lustful stares
from the corner.  He was nicely built with a warm, kind face.  He flashed a
bright white smile and when he turned around I noticed his beefy, muscled
ass.  For a guy in his 50s, he looked like a pure pussy destroyer.

It was a hot, humid morning and when all the guys got there, about 30 in
all, the small room took on a peculiar, but sexy odor of men, cigarette
smoke and too much alcohol consumed the night before and now being sweated
out of their skin.  The smell alone gave me a hard on, but scanning the
room I decided there really wasn't a one of them I wouldn't get on my knees
and service.  But, I was also pretty sure they were all as straight as
arrows.  Who knew I was about to find out differently and have the wildest
summer of my life?

After they all headed out for the day, I sat at the front desk and found
supplies for taking messages, got a tour of the filing system and settled
in.  Around 11, Raymond showed up and handed in some paperwork.

"You doing okay in here?"

"Yeah"

"Bet it gets a little lonely now and then?"

"So far, not so much," I said.

I looked into his big, brown eyes.  He smiled at me and slowly reached down
to his crotch.

"You know, this morning some of the guys noticed what a sweet looking boy
you were.  You are the kind of boy who looks like you know how to have
fun."

I couldn't believe my ears or my eyes. Was this hot black Daddy coming on
to me?

"I just want you to know we have a lot of fun around here, usually during
the day when work is slow.  You know what I am talking about?"

I had been cruised before and knew all the signs.  From occasionally
touching his massive crotch bulge to the eye contact and smile, Raymond
definitely wanted to play.

"Cool. I said, licking my lips and looking right at his cock and then up to
his handsome face."

With that Raymond opened the little wooden gate and came behind the front
counter.  He walked right up to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"You sure are a good looking boy," he said. "And what a pretty mouth.  Bet
it would feel good on my cock."

Just off of the front office there was a long, dark hallway leading to some
storage areas.  Raymond locked the front door and led me back there.  Then,
he quickly unzipped his pance and pushed me rather forcefully to my knees.
It was dark, but I could see is 9" almost fully hard uncut cock clearly.

"Get to suckin' boy. We ain't got much time."

I opened as wide as I could and managed to get the head in my mouth. I was
a fairly experienced cocksucker at that point, but my boy mouth struggled
to take his man sized meat.  I used my tongue on the underside of his dick
and stopped to lap at his huge, lowhanging balls.  They were muscky and
tasted amazing!  Raymond held the back of my head and after a while peeled
his foreskin back to reveal a huge, smooth bulbous head.  I smelled a
strong scent from his sweaty cock and it was almost intoxicating.

"Open up, boy.  I wanna fuck that pretty little mouth."

I did my best to accommodate the huge cock, which was now inching further
to the back of my throat.  As Raymond thrust his hips, I reached around and
grabbed his thick, muscular ass.  I relaxed as much as I could and with
some effort got his thick cockhead down my throat.  I somehow was able to
resist my gag reflex.  It was the first time ever I had throated a man-size
cock, but my practice wth boys my own age had paid off.

Raymond was loving every minute of it.  The back of my throat filled up
with my own saliva and pre-cum from the big, black man's cock.  He groaned
with pleasure and rubbed the back of my head.  "Good job, boy. Keep sucking
my Daddy dick."

I cupped his slightly moist and sweaty ball sack, which was starting to
tighten. It had only been a few minutes, but Raymond was about to blow a
load.

"Fuck yeah. You like that big, black dick, don't you boy?"

He pulled out and looked down at me, allowing me to answer.

"Yes, Daddy I said, my voice all slurred from the pre-cum and spit in my
mouth.

Raymond laughed.

"We're gonna have lots of fun this summer. I am gonna have to fuck that boy
hole next, would you like that?" Raymond said jacking his massive erection,
which sprang from his loin at a 45 degree angle.

Raymond then took a minute to have me pull down my pants.  He licked his
fingers and explored my tight teen hole.  He even stroked my hard cock a
few times before pushing me back to my knews to finish sucking his powerful
rod.

"Fuck, boy.  I am about to cum.  Suck me real fast and good and I'll give
you a big load to swallow."

Raymond's hip thrusting picked up and the meat was lodged in my throat.
All I could do was hope he came fast because I was unable to catch a breath
as he fucked my face.  Then the black stud reared his head back, withdrew
his dick and started jacking off.

"Open your mouth, boy!"

He shot six to seven big streams of hot cum in my open, willing mouth.  I
held his load there and looked up at his smiling face.  He tussled my hair
and then ordered me to use his cum to jack off with.

I beat my meat with the older man's sperm.  He surprised me by turning
around and offering his hot, muscular ass as a target for my spew.  When he
spread his meaty ass cheeks and I saw his fur lined crack, I lost all
control and began wildly shooting cum.  It landed on his butt cheeks, upper
back, almost anywhere but Raymond's hole.

"Rub it in," he ordered.

My small, white teen boy hands stood out against his smooth, black ass as I
rubbed my cum into him. I pretended I had shot some into his hole so I
could feel his pucker, which sent a shiver up my spine.

"Good boy," Raymond said as he pulled up his pants.

"That'll do for now, but we're gonna have to fuck. You know it, and I know
it."

The whole session took about 15 minutes, much less time than I would have
thought.  Over the coming weeks, I found out that was the MO of these hot,
construction studs.  Most of them had played with the office boy who worked
had worked there before me.  Somehow, they sensed I was more than willing,
too. And when word got out, hardly a day went by when I wasn't on my knees
in the storage area with someone.

The best time I had was late in the summer with Brad. He had the day off
but needed to return a tool he had left in his truck.  It was about 2 in
the afternoon, the quietest part of the day when he showed up at the front
counter, looking like he wanted more than a friendly chat.  For weeks, I
had hoped he would be one of the guys who wanted me to blow them in the
storage area, and I had even told Raymond and a few of my "regulars" that I
wanted Brad's cock so bad.  They assured me he was a player, too, and would
be by to get his fair share.

With Brad now standing in front of me, my cock began to swell and my ass
tingled.

"Wanna have some fun back there?" Brad asked with a grin.  He then led me
deeper into the storage area behind a set of old lockers and some used
equipment.  Leaning up against the wall was an old mattress set.  As he
single handedly lifted it and placed it on the floor, I caught a whiff of
the manly, musky scent emanating from his unwashed armpits.  Brad ordered
me to strip.  He took off his shirt and sat on a nearby crate and ordered
me over to "inspect the goods."

He painstakingly explored my body with his rough hands, all the while
fondling his cock through his tight jeans.

"You got a nice ass, Terry." Most of the men called me "boy"or even
"faggot" in the throws of passion. Hearing Brad, the hottest of the lot use
my first name kind of made me quiver. Something let me know this was not
going to be your ordinary blow and go.

"I've wanted you for a long time, since I saw you in June when you first
showed up to work," Brad said.

"I don't tell anyone this, but I am pretty much exclusively into men,
unlike the other guys here."

Then he stood up grabbed me in his arms and kissed me.  None of the other
men had done that. It was all use-a-fag, get off and get out sex.  Most of
them were "straight" and just wanted to use me.  I melted in Brand's
muscled arms and felt his scruffy, red-blonde beard against my boyish face.

His rough hands slowly caressed me from between my shoulders to my lower
back and finally my tight, round boy butt.  As he kissed me, I felt
completely lightheaded, caught up in the moment. It was as if every hot man
I had ever wanted was no combined into one, lovingly taking me to where I
had always wanted to go.  His hot, wet mouth tasted so good.  He stopped
several times to look deeply into my eyes. His piercing baby blues set my
soul on fire. My young cock stood at complete attention and began to leak
pre-cum as Brad kissed me and held me standing up.

Then he kicked off his work boots and removed his socks, pulling his jeans
down to reveal a nice, hard six-inch cock and huge, kiwi-sized balls.  His
red, swollen dick was thick as a beer can and surrounded by a huge red
bush.  It was the perfect picture of masculinity.  Brad gently guided me
down on the mattress where he resumed deep mouth kissing me and grinding
his cock into my groin and stomach.

I completely surrendered to him, and I felt like I was melting into the
mattress as he caressed, kissed and licked seemingly every inch of my body.
It was clear he was in control, but Brad was passionate and loving. I never
felt such intense feelings.  In that moment, he could have asked me to do
anything, and I would have to please him.

I wanted his dick in my mouth in the worst way. As good as the grinding
felt, I practically begged him to let me suck it.  He fed it to me for
several long minutes. It was rock hard and juicy. His sweaty red bush
scratched my face as he gently fucked my willing mouth. I reached up and
grabbed him by the hips, letting him know he was welcome to go deeper. All
those blow jobs with real men had taught me how to defeat my gag reflex
completely. I could take even Raymond's nine incher with no choking.

After a while, Brad climbed off my chest, lovingly lifted my legs to expose
my tight, boy hole.  He licked his fingertips and gently massaged my
pucker, sending a shiver up my spine.  My cock throbbed, I felt a dribble
of pre-cum ooze down the shaft and into my bush.  I had never been so
turned on.  When one of his fingers finally penetrated me, it felt so good
I almost came.

"That boy hole is tight.  You want me inside you, Terry?"

"Oh yes, Brad! Take me! Breed my ass!"

"You sure you want me to breed you?"

"Yes!"

Brad fumbled for his jeans. He produced a small packet of lube and began
working it in to my hole and applied some to his throbbing cock.

He gently teased my ass with his thick cock head. It felt hot and hard
against my hole. I spread my ass for him as wide as I could. I had only
been fucked a couple of times, and both of those were with boys with much
smaller cocks. I knew this might hurt, but I didn't care. I wanted Brad to
take me.

Our eyes locked. His piercing blue pupils seemed to glow. I studied his
handsome, rugged face.  He leaned into kiss me tenderly as he slid his cock
into my ass.  I opened like a flower for him.  I felt him ease it out a
little.

"Am I hurting you, sweetheart?"

"No!"

His tenderness with me almost made me cry.  I held his hot, muscled
shoulders as he drove deeper into me, giving my ass time to open up even
more and accept his meat.  When I felt his hot balls and furry bush against
my ass cheeks I knew he was all the way in.  I laid there for several
seconds enjoying the fullness of him.  Finally I couldn't stand it
anymore. I was being driven wild by my passion for him.

"Fuck me, Brad! Fuck me as hard as you want."

I didn't have to tell him twice. The stud began pumping his meat in and out
of my boy hole. It felt so good, but I also felt myself being stretched by
his thick and powerful cock.

"Feels so fucking good" he mumbled. "Sooo fucking good," he said.

He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly, then he smiled at me.

"You like my ass, Baby?"  I asked.

"Oh, fuck yes. You feel amazing."

As Brad drove his cock into me, he kissed me passionately. He stroked my
cheek and pulled my brown hair back against my head.  It was a powerful,
loving moment.  He squinted his eyes, he gritted his teeth, I could tell he
was about to cum.

"Fuck...I am cumming. I am filling you up, Baby!"

With that he flooded my ass with his man juice.  It felt like molten steel
inside my guts. As he gently thrust the last drops of it into me I felt my
own cock explode between us.  Warm, thick cum shot from my cock and up my
stomach and chest.  Brad kissed me deeply and laid motionless on top of me
for a while.

This was the best summer job, ever.