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From: badpuppy@netcom.com (Marc Enke)
Subject: Story: The Survey Crew (m/m)
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[ Article crossposted from alt.sex.stories ]
[ Author was Marc Enke ]
[ Posted on Wed, 24 Aug 1994 03:24:23 GMT ]

Part 1 of this story contains graphic depictions of male-to-male 
sex. The central character of this fictional work is a 16-year-
old, and, in Part 1, all but one of the other characters are 
adults 18 years of age or older. It is presented as a fantasy 
only and is not intended to encourage or condone such acts. It 
simply provides an erotic stimulus for those seeking such 
stimuli.

This is an entirely fictional work. The author knows of no such 
persons as depicted in this story in reality. Such persons 
probably do not exist -- nor should they.

If you are likely to be offended by this fantasy, please delete 
this message now.

If you are a minor you should NOT read or possess this story. 
Please delete it.

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                  My Summer on the Survey Crew
                          by Marc Enke

                   Part 1: Steve Joins the Crew

     It all started this last April when I turned 16. Actually 
I'd been hitting up my dad for a car for two years. And now that 
I had my license, I wanted one bad.

     So my dad kept saying, "Steve. If you want a car, you're 
going to have to earn enough money to buy a used one and keep it 
up." He said, "I'll help with the insurance and stuff, but you 
have to buy it and run it."

     Now just how is a 16-year-old kid going to get enough money 
to buy even a used car? I'd made some money mowing lawns and 
doing odd jobs around the neighborhood, but never enough to buy a 
car! So, I finally sucked in my pride and went to my dad.

     "Would you help me find a job where I can make some real 
money?" I asked.

     You should have seen the gleam in his eye when I said that! 
It was like I had just won the state wrestling championship or 
something. And then he got that little mischievous grin on his 
face that made me know he was up to something.

     "How would you like to work for George?" he replied. "You 
know. He's the supervisor for the survey crew that's doing the 
survey for the new highway. And I bet he really could use an 
extra hand."

     Well, George and my dad went way back. They were in college 
together, where they were fraternity brothers and roommates for 
three years. George and my dad are still best friends. They went 
fishing and spent a lot of time away from home together. 
Sometimes I think they are more than just friends.

                               -o-

     I agreed. I went for the interview and George told me he had 
just the right crew to put me on. "You look like you're in pretty 
good shape, Steve. Do you work out?" George asked as I was 
leaving.

     "Yeah, I'm on the wrestling team."

     "Really! I was on the wrestling team when I was in high 
school. What weight class are you in?" George asked. ".... About 
142 or 148?"

     "The 155 class."

     "Holy shit, kid! Where in the hell are you hiding the 
weight? You must be all muscle." And then George added, "... one 
little stud muffin."

     That made me blush. Yeah, I was 5'10" and in good shape but 
I never considered myself to be a stud muffin. And no adult had 
ever called me that....

     When George saw me blush he just laughed, "Don't worry kid. 
I'm not going to rape you... Yet."

     I went completely red on that "Yet," but at the same time my 
dick started getting hard just thinking of the possibilities. I 
could feel it slowly lengthen down the inside of the shorts I had 
hastily put on for this meeting. I quickly tried to place my 
hands in front of my crotch before he saw what he was doing to 
me.

     This only made him laugh louder, "You are definitely your 
father's son. Let's go talk to my crew foreman, Billy."

     Barely able to crock out, "Yeah, let's do," George placed 
his hand on my shoulder -- pushing me slowly toward the door.

     I was just hoping he would put me on a crew that I could get 
along with okay. I met the crew foreman. His name was Billy. I 
was amazed when I saw him. Billy was only about 25 years old, but 
he had graduated with honors from engineering school and was a 
fully-qualified surveyor.

     But more than that, Billy was really handsome. He had dark 
brown hair and a face that melted my heart. He was built like a 
hard working man. Powerful arms, shoulders, legs -- powerful 
everything. His shoulder length hair was very well kept. He was 
the kind of man I dreamed about. He reminded me a lot of Dean 
Cain -- you know -- the new Superman.

     Billy gave me a very appreciative look over. I guess he 
liked what he saw, because he turned to George and said, "Yeah. 
Steve will work out okay. When will he start?"

     I looked at the supervisor with a very eager expression. I 
wanted my car now. But George replied, "We can't work him until 
he gets out of school. When is that Steve?"

     "We get out the Friday before Memorial Day. Can I start 
then?" I asked.

     "Yeah." George turned to Billy and grinned, "Be ready for 
him that next Tuesday. He'll be an apprentice, so you'll have to 
show him all the ropes." Then he turned to me and said, "You know 
this job isn't easy, and you may have to do some things you've 
never dreamed about doing, but you'll be well paid. And you'll 
soon get enough money for that car you want -- if you save your 
money right."

     I gulped. What did that mean? Would I be bitten by a snake? 
Would they make me perch on the side of cliffs? Would it be 
dangerous?

     Was it possible that he really might rape me? I wanted a 
car, so I agreed.

                               -o-

     School was finally over, and I reported to work the Tuesday 
after Memorial Day.

     There were three other guys in our crew, and I was, of 
course, the youngest.

     John was a 20-year-old engineering student. He was tall -- 
6' 5". And he, too, was built like an athlete. He was a swimmer, 
and he looked like he had already hit the pool right after 
Easter. His tan was as good as mine ever gets, even at the end of 
the summer.

     Tim was 19. He ran track. And his body showed that he worked 
out almost as much as I did for the wrestling team.

     The other apprentice was Sean. Sean was 17 and had been a 
teammate in the 148 pound class the year before. He didn't join 
the wrestling team this year because, he said, he wanted to have 
fun his senior year. Sean grinned at me when I walked in the 
room. He reminds me a lot of the guy who plays Jason Quartermain 
on General Hospital.

     "Hey Steve! Are you on our crew? Great!" he said. I figured 
he was just glad to have a friend on the crew. I knew I was! But 
the glimmer in his eye told me that he remembered our workouts 
and how hard my dick got when I was practicing with him.

     That was the only problem I ever have with wrestling. Any 
time I wrestle a really hunky guy I'll spring a boner. Most of 
the time my jock strap keeps it hidden, but every once and a 
while the damn thing comes out, pushing my cock into whatever 
part of my opponent's body that was near it. A lot of times 
that's enough to break my opponent's concentration -- giving me 
an edge. And more than once it's brought an invitation from my 
opponent to go fuck after the wrestling meet or tournament.

     A lots of times working out with Sean it happened. Sean 
would continue as nothing was unusual, except he would be more 
aggressive in his moves toward my legs -- and he would grin a lot 
after the match. I had always wished we could get something going 
between us.

     "Yeah," I said. "It's good to see you man!"

     Billy picked up the conversation: "Okay guys. We're all 
here. Let's get a move on."

     I made sure my lunch box got in the back, and we climbed 
into the Ford King Cab pickup. Sean and Tim made me sit between 
them in the back, and Billy made John drive.

     During the ride to the survey site, I started getting really 
horny. Here was my former teammate Sean and this hunky Tim 
sitting on either side of me. Both of them wore tight jeans -- 
just like everybody on the crew -- but they wore half-cut, tank- 
top shirts that showed their pecs and biceps and abs. Seeing them 
like that made my dick stir in my tight 501's.

     Tim spread his knees apart, pressing his leg against mine. 
Then Sean did the same thing. They kept putting pressure on both 
my legs through the entire, sometimes bumpy ride. And, of course, 
the blood pumped even harder to my dick. If this ride didn't end 
pretty soon I was sure my dick was going to bust the inside leg 
seam of my jeans right there.

     We finally got to the first site. Billy explained that we'd 
be surveying a field that was deep in the woods, about 200 yards 
from the road. And he wanted me to carry the water cooler. Sean 
toted the other heavy stuff and we started walking into the 
woods.

     Billy led the way through the dense forest, cutting down a 
path for the rest of us. John followed, but Tim kept pretty close 
to him. At one point the path widened enough so John and Tim 
could walk side by side.

     I couldn't believe my eyes! John reached over wrapped his 
arm around Tim's shoulder and pulled him close. And he whispered 
something in Tim's ear. But when he finished whispering, he 
didn't just bring his hand back -- he let it drop to Tim's ass -- 
and he gave it a squeeze!

     During the entire time, Tim's hand was resting on John's ass 
-- rubbing it playfully. I watched in amazement as John moved his 
fingers up and down Tim's well-defined ass crack. Tim's jeans 
were so tight and form fitting, his ass really showed well. They 
were smiling and glancing at each other as they made their way 
behind Billy.

     Their pace slowed and Sean and I started to catch up with 
them. Sean looked over at me and grinned, "You're gonna get a 
good education this summer, Steve." I just blushed. Man, what was 
I getting into?

     John turned his head and looked back at Sean. Tim looked at 
me.

     "Yeah," Tim smiled. "You're gonna see just how hard this job 
can be."

     I thought back. Dad had set all this up. He was George's 
frat brother. And Dad had often talked about all the fun his 
fraternity had. This crew was made up of only the hunkiest guys 
I'd ever seen. Was that an accident?

     We finally came to the field we were to survey. Billy told 
Sean to go with John over on one side of the field. I was 
supposed to go with Tim over to the other side and wait for 
instructions. Billy wanted the sextants and the water cooler with 
him, so we left the equipment and moved to our positions.

     As Tim and I walked to the far edge of the field we didn't 
say much. But when we got there he turned and looked deep into my 
eyes. My mouth opened. I wanted to say something, but wasn't sure 
just what to say.

     "They won't be ready for us for about 30 minutes," Tim said. 
"Why don't we work on our tans?" With that he pulled his shirt 
over his shoulders and started to unbutton his jeans.

     What was happening? As his jeans came off I noticed his blue 
and red Speedos. He may have been a track guy, but he wore the 
uniform of a swimmer. He laid down on the ground, and as he did, 
he reached between his legs and adjusted his cock and balls. My 
mouth hung open as I stared at his bold and bronzed body.

     He had one of the best bodies, I've ever seen. I thought 
some of the guys on the wrestling team were built, but Tim's body 
was great. The best parts were his ass and legs. He had one of 
those classic bubble-butts -- the type that is very hard to keep 
your hands away from -- you just want to caress those globes.

     "Come on," he said. "Let's take advantage of this break. 
There aren't many of them."

     "Okay," I mumbled as I pulled my t-shirt over my head and 
began unbuttoning my jeans. "I've got a problem though," I said. 
"I don't wear briefs when I wear jeans. Maybe I should from now 
on, huh?"

     Tim grinned. "Yeah. I noticed that wet spot there on your 
leg." Sure enough he had seen the pre-cum that was beginning to 
ooze out of my hardening cock. "It's okay. It's just us guys out 
here. Nobody lives or works here. You can get naked if you want 
to."

     I sat down on the ground next to him and lifted my hips to 
pull down my 501's. I peeled them off slowly, looking for a 
reaction from Tim. When Tim spotted my dick, it was almost as 
hard as it ever gets. Tim giggled as it slapped up against my 
stomach. Tim quickly pulled his Speedos down over his knees and 
feet, putting them over beside him. His cock was also hard and 
ready. He began to stroke his 8-inch, circumcised cock. His fist 
moved up and down on his rigid shaft with a powerful rhythm. Yes. 
A drop of pre-cum glistened over Tim's dick slit.

     "Gawd, I need this," he said in a husky voice. "It's been 
almost 8 hours since I had my last release. Why don't you join 
me?"

     Gawd, his cock looked hot. My own 7-inch dick was doing a 
dance just looking at his body and cock. Slowly, I wrapped my 
hand around my dick. My hand began to match strokes with his. I 
watched his cock intently as we both made love to our man meat.

     Tim switched hands and moved his free hand over to my 
stomach. He felt of my washboard abdominal muscles. I moaned as 
his hand slowly but firmly descended to my crotch. At first, he 
rubbed my pubes, making sure I knew his hand was not there by 
accident. I kept moaning, and slowly my hand touched his hand and 
pushed it to my hard cock. Taking this as complete approval, he 
firmly gripped my dick.

     As he grabbed my dick I released it and moved my hand over 
to his chest. I watched his nipples tighten as I pinched one of 
them -- gently at first -- and then with more and more pressure. 
My hand moved firmly down to his stomach.

     Neither one of us wanted to feel weak to the other. I wanted 
to impress this 19 year old. I wanted him to know that the three 
years he had on me was not enough to make a difference -- that I 
was as strong as he was and that I wanted to do this right.

     He stroked my cock with the same rhythm he had stroked his 
own. But when he reached the top, he paused to run his thumb over 
my cock head and feel the pre-cum that had formed there. Then his 
hand stroked back down to the base.

     He did this for a few strokes before I too grabbed his dick. 
I matched his strokes and worked his dick with rhythm and 
strength. I also paused at the head of his cut cock to feel of 
his slippery pre-cum. All the while my eyes moved quickly from 
his cock to my cock to his eyes and back.

     Tim smiled and released my dick. He slowly and deliberately 
raised his hand to his mouth, where he stuck out his tongue and 
licked his thumb. My pre-cum glistened on his thumb! And he 
wanted to taste it! His thumb glided between his lips, and I 
could see his tongue moving all over it.

     Since I love the taste of pre-cum as well, I ran my finger 
over his wet cock head and retrieved a good amount of his pre-
cum. He grinned as I sucked it off of my thumb. Yes. I liked the 
taste of his pre-cum too. His pre-cum tasted creamy with a slight 
salty taste.

     As if that was the signal Tim had been waiting for, he 
rolled over on his side facing me. But he continued on. He lifted 
his powerful body and moved over on top of me. And pressed his 
weight down on top of my slender frame.

     Our eyes immediately met. I showed no caution or objection. 
In fact, I was still grinning. My mouth opened. And he moved his 
lips close to mine. His beautiful long tongue moved between his 
teeth and pressed onto my lips. And then descended into my mouth.

     I pushed my tongue past his and our lips locked to each 
other -- bonding as if they were meant to be that way forever.

     My hands moved from his shoulders down his strong back and 
sides. I loved the feel of his muscles as they rippled with 
pleasure. My hands continued down to his ass and squeezed and 
pulled and kneaded his tight and powerful ass muscles that had 
been developed through years of running distance track.

     He started grinding his hips. His rigid dick lay next to 
mine as it pushed firmly and rhythmically up and down the muscles 
of my thin abdomen. The friction between our stomachs made our 
cocks pulse. My hips humped up to meet his every thrust, making 
even more pressure our cocks.

     After a minute or two he broke our passionate kiss and began 
running his tongue down my chest and stomach to my throbbing and 
leaking cock. He licked his lips as he again tasted my pre-cum. 
And then in one motion he completely engulfed my 7-inches into 
his mouth and throat. I let out a load moan as I felt his throat 
muscles caress and milk my throbbing cock. It had been a long 
time since anything had felt this good. His tongue caressed the 
underside of my swollen dick head, sending waves of pleasure down 
my shaft to my throbbing balls.

     My balls tightened. I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted this 
to last as long as possible. All I could do was thrash back and 
forth, moaning. I was so caught up in my own pleasure, I didn't 
notice that Tim had swung around -- and his own dick was waiting 
at my mouth. It was gently hovering directly above me. It was so 
close I could feel the heat against my mouth, and smell Tim's 
pungent male scent. This would be fun.

     Eagerly, my tongue reached up to lick his cock head, looking 
for more of his pre-cum that I gotten so little of moments 
before. I give his dick head a big long lick and was rewarded 
with more of his delicious pre-cum along with a moan from Tim. I 
could feel that moan surround my mouth-captured cock, causing me 
to moan in response with a shudder of pleasure. I dug my tongue 
as far as I could into his cock slit looking for more of his pre-
cum. This caused him to moan louder which sent more shudders 
through my body.

     After finding all of his available pre-cum I put my hands on 
his ass. He lowered his dick so I could lick up and down its 
shaft. I tongued his balls and he matched my licks with his 
tongue on my testicles. I moved a hand around and grabbed his 
cock and pointed it to my mouth. With the other hand I squeezed 
his ass, and he lowered his man-meat into my mouth.

     Tim's cock pushed half way in, and then he pulled out and 
back in again as he started fucking my face. And I matched the 
grinding of my hips up into his mouth. We soon became a fucking 
machine -- humping each other's faces with all the energy we 
could. I saw his balls tighten and his ass start to quiver. It 
was building. I knew I would soon feel the release of his load.

     "Oh, man, I'm about to come," Tim shouted. With that he took 
one last lunge -- sending his entire cock into my waiting mouth. 
The first load landed at back of my throat. Pulling his dick out 
of my mouth, the second shot puddled on my face. The third landed 
on my tongue as he humped it back into my mouth. His cum was 
better than his pre-cum. I loved his thick, sweet load as it 
washed over my tongue.

     Tim released his mouth lock on my dick just in time for it 
to pump a couple of shots onto his face and mouth. The third 
landed on his tongue, and the fourth shot in an arc and landed on 
my stomach.

     Tim quickly moved his tongue to my quivering stomach to 
retrieve the lost load. As soon as he finished, he pivoted again 
and our tongues met. Again we locked lips, moving our tongues 
back and forth and across each other's in deep passion.

     He broke the kiss long enough to lick up some of his come on 
my face and then presented it to my waiting tongue. Not wanting 
to waste any of my cum either, I moved my tongue to the puddle 
that still clung below his eye and scooped it up. Then Tim's 
greedy tongue plunged again into my mouth -- mingling the last 
bit of my come with his.

     From across the field we heard the voice of Billy. "Hey 
Tim!" he shouted. "We're ready for your side!"

     Tim scrambled off of me and grabbed the stick. He quickly 
found the corner marker and placed the stick above it. I was 
dazed. I couldn't move. Tim looked off into the distance and 
waved at Billy. He looked down at me. "We got to get back to 
work, Steve," was all he said. No thank you -- no nothing. 
Everything was just like it was supposed to be.

     I climbed to my feet and stood next to Tim. From half way 
across the field, Billy was waving his hand. Tim moved the stick 
a few inches and waited. It wasn't for a few minutes that I 
noticed that Billy -- across the field -- was looking into his 
sextant and instead of writing on his notepad, he was rubbing 
between his legs. And then I remembered that Tim and I were still 
naked with our dicks still half hard.

     Tim said, "I guess we'd better get some clothes on or Billy 
will keep us down here all day." And with that he handed me the 
stick and pulled his Speedos back up his legs and adjusted his 
cock and balls. I handed him the stick back and pulled my jeans 
back on.

     After a few minutes of intense learning about surveying, I 
got curious about something else.... "Tim," I said. "Why do you 
wear swimming trucks under your jeans. Is there something I 
should know about?"

     "It's no big deal," Tim replied. "There are lots of times 
when we have to survey around a lake or stream. We never know 
when that might be, so I wear my Speedos most of the time. 
Besides, I like the way they tug at my dick when I'm working. Of 
course," he continued, "when we need to survey around a crowded 
lake, you can just keep your jeans on when you wade in. When you 
get sopping wet you can put on a show for all the girls that 
might be there."

     "Oh, I don't care much about the girls..." I responded. "I 
mean, I love to see anybody turned on by looking at my body, but 
I'd much rather give other guys the hots for my hard, young 
muscles."

     We continued to talk about girls and guys and what makes 
them horny. Tim gave me a few pointers about how to walk and talk 
to impress guys as much as girls. Before long we were talking 
like old buddies.

     Within a half an hour Billy waved again and Tim and I 
proceeded back to the middle of the field.

     As we got nearer to Billy we saw that he had turned and was 
watching the other end of the field intently. He had his eyes on 
Sean and John. They, too, had taken advantage of the break as 
Sean was fucking John's ass furiously.

     Billy said, "Pick up that cooler. Let's see what those guys 
are doing."

     I grabbed the cooler and walked between Billy and Tim. Billy 
put his arm around my struggling shoulders and pulled me close as 
we walked.

     "We don't have as much hard work to do as George thinks," 
Billy explained. "A lot of what we do out here is just fun. And 
we get paid very well while we're doing it, too. This field looks 
like it might take a couple of days to survey properly," he 
grinned.

     Sean saw us coming and grinned. And then I noticed....

     Sean's ass was tanned! Yeah. So was Tim's! Of course, there 
was a distinct tan line around the waist of each of them, but 
their asses weren't the creamy white that mine was. Gawd, that 
turned me on! That meant.... That meant the sun saw their asses 
often! Cool!

     As we stood next to the Sean-and-John fucking machine, Billy 
pulled his shirt over his head and yanked on his zipper. He had 
Speedos on as well. He walked over in front of John and knelt, 
putting his hands on John's head and running his fingers through 
John's hair. He pressed his nylon covered basket onto John's open 
mouth. John responded by extending his tongue to trace the form 
of Billy's hardening cock.

     John grabbed the top of Billy's Speedos and began to tug 
them down his hips. With each tug, my eyes widened. Billy's ass 
was tanned too! John paused in his work -- letting Billy's full 
basket feel the added pressure of his sagging trunks. I could see 
all of Billy's brown pubic hair above his dick -- and even that 
little dimple just above his cock. Billy looked delicious!

     Billy's trunks started to show the effects of John's saliva 
- they were becoming very wet. And a small spot of pre-cum showed 
up on his trunks at the end of his dick. I couldn't believe how 
big Billy's dick was getting.

     Sean continued slamming his cock into John's ass as John 
worshipped Billy's cock. Every fifteen seconds or so Sean lightly 
slapped John's ass as he pounded into John's asshole -- sending a 
wave of passion through John all the way to his tongue. Billy 
moaned each time.

     Finally, after what seemed like five minutes, John tugged 
Billy's trunks down to his knees and Billy's cock swung free. If 
Billy had one inch he had 12! That's right! A fucking foot long 
dick! But it was slender -- only about an inch and a half wide -- 
very much like mine and Tim's.

     While Tim and I were watching this action, Tim had moved 
behind me. His hands wrapped around my stomach loosely at first -
- getting a good feel of my washboard abs. I felt his jeans- 
covered cock press against my ass. I pushed my ass back to meet 
his groin.

     Soon his hands started moving all over my torso. He pinched 
my nipples -- one at a time -- and they responded by become hard 
and tight. I flexed my pecs gently so he would be more impressed 
with my toned body.

     I thought he was going to whisper something in my ear, but 
he didn't. His tongue darted all around my ear -- oh, so 
delicately. And then he passionately pushed his tongue directly 
in the center. My cock leaped inside my jeans. Gawd, this man 
knew how to turn me on!

     Within seconds his hands darted to the buttons on my jeans. 
He practically ripped them off as he opened my 501's freeing my 
cock once again that morning. It's a good thing Levi's makes them 
tough, or I'd have been looking for buttons in this bent-over, 
tall grass. I pushed my tight jeans down my legs and stepped out 
of them.

     Tim kept one hand on my chest and the other hand stroked the 
length of my very hard, up-turned dick. And he continued 
Frenching my ear.

     As John pulled Billy's trunks off, Tim broke his hold on me 
and moved around on the opposite side of Sean -- offering his 
jeans-covered mound to Sean's waiting open mouth. Then Sean did 
something I'd never seen anyone do. He began unbuttoning Tim's 
jeans with his teeth and tongue. One at a time they popped open 
with what seemed like very little effort. Tim and Sean both 
tugged at Tim's jeans and Speedos and brought them both down with 
one swift motion. Tim's cock slapped up against his stomach.

     Sean grabbed Tim's dick and slid it into his mouth. Tim ran 
his fingers through Sean's golden hair and began to fuck Sean's 
throat.

     My right hand stroked my dick furiously. This sight was just 
too good to be true! My new found friends were all fucking hard. 
My left hand wandered around to my ass. I probed my ass, finding 
my ass hole with my middle finger. I pushed just slightly -- 
sending passion throughout my body.

     Billy spotted my movements. "Sean," he said in a deep, 
throaty voice. "Go fuck your friend." With that Billy backed away 
from John's mouth and waddled around to get behind John's ass. 
Tim dropped down on his back and slid up underneath John -- 
taking John's hard cock between his lips.

     Was Billy going to be able to stick all of his foot-long 
dick up John's ass?

     I dropped down to my knees and kissed Sean's 6 and a half 
inch cock. The taste of his pre-cum was intoxicating. And the 
smell of his 17-year-old manhood mixed with his perspiration made 
me dizzy. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back up to meet 
him face to face.

     This gorgeous older boy who I had so often admired looked 
deep into my eyes. There was no smile on his face. His slightly-
parted lips quivered as if he wanted to speak, but no words came. 
His arms wrapped around me and my hands grasped his shoulder 
blades and the small of his back. Our groins met and pressed hard 
against each other. And then we kissed.

     I thought he was going to suck the breath right out of me. 
No one has ever kissed me so passionately! He ran his tongue 
around my teeth and across the top of my mouth -- exploring every 
small part of my mouth. In turn I massaged and kneaded his ass 
checks, sending chills up his spine and through to his quivering 
tongue.

     Our lips parted and Sean turned his face to whisper, "I want 
to fuck you." He paused, not knowing what my reaction would be. 
Then Tim added, "... and then I want you to fuck me."

     I held him even tighter -- hugging him and squeezing him -- 
telling him "Yes! Yes!" with each hard contraction of my arm 
muscles.

     I dropped down on the grass, finding a spot that had been 
flattened. I wanted to see his face as he slid his dick up my 
ass, so I reached for his hands and pulled him down on top of me.

     Again our lips met. And we passionately and deeply explored 
each other's mouths with our tongues.

     Sean lifted his chest from mine and I pulled my trim but 
muscular 16-year-old legs so that they rested on Sean's 
shoulders. He spat on his hand and reached down and stroked his 
dick to lubricate it. He gazed at my waiting ass and pointed his 
cock toward it. I watched his eyes intently as he lusted for my 
ass hole which was about to be his.

     As the head of his dick pressed against my opening, I looked 
into his eyes....

     "Fuck me, Sean. Fuck my hot asshole! You know I want it. 
Fuck me."

     I could feel the head of his hard cock pressing against my 
ass opening. As his dick head touched my ass ring, I could feel 
it open and close on the tip.

     "Oh gawd, Steve, your ass is kissing my cock. It feels 
great!"

     He started pushing his dick into my ass, slowly at first, 
then when his cock head went in, he pushed harder. I was so tight 
his dick began to bend a little. Just when I thought he was going 
to give up, he took a big lunge, his cock head burst through my 
sphincter. I let out a yelp as I felt my ass ring close around 
his cock head. Thank God, he just let it rest there for a minute, 
allowing my ass to get used to his rock hard fuck tool.

     After my ass got used to his cock, he started to push more 
of his cock into my ass. I reached between us to find out how 
much of his cock was in me. As my hand got to my ass, I could 
feel Sean's pubic hair brushing my ass cheeks. I placed my hard 
on his hard cock. It felt as if it had grown in diameter. He 
stopped pushing forward when he felt my hand wrap around the last 
two inches of his cock. I finally had Sean's cock up my hungry 
ass. He slowly started pulling out, taking my hand with it. He 
stopped pulling out when his cock head was back to my ass ring, 
then again pushed it back in to where my hand stopped him from 
going farther. Over and over again - he would slowly withdraw his 
hot cock, and then just as slowly send it back into my ass. I let 
go of his hot cock to allow him to push it fully into my hot ass. 
As soon as I released his dick he plunged the last two inches 
into my fuck hole.

     Soon he was fucking in and out of my ass, slapping my balls 
with his stomach. With each thrust both he and I would moan. It 
didn't hurt at all.

     I wanted all of Sean's cock deep within me. I curled my ass 
upward with each of Sean's downward thrusts. I panted and moaned, 
"Fuck me, Sean. Fuck me!"

     When I could understand his words all I heard him cry was 
"Oh, Steve.... Fuck.... Yeah.... Fuck...."

     He leaned way over and kissed my forehead - pushing my legs 
into my chest and making my ass feel even looser but my stomach 
muscles tighten. I turned my head upward and his tongue plunged 
into my open mouth. I was getting fucked in the ass and in the 
mouth at the same time by one of the most handsome boys in the 
county. I was in heaven.

     As he straightened back up I saw that the other three crew 
members had surrounded us and were watching us intently. They 
each had their cocks in both of their hands and were stroking 
them furiously.

     John knelt down behind Sean. I felt John spread Sean's legs 
as the angle into my ass was adjusted. Suddenly Sean stopped 
fucking me. He turned his head and smiled at John.

     "Yeah, John, fuck my tight little ass!" Sean turned back to 
me and grinned.

     I tried to hold my position, but the feeling of Sean's cock 
thrusting in and out of my ass and his cock head pressing against 
my prostate had just been too good. My ass continued to curl up 
to meet his now stationary pelvis.

     "Umpf!" he moaned, as John's cock entered his ass. John's 
entry was much faster and more forceful that Sean's entry had 
been into me.

     "Yeah! Fuck the shit out of me, you cocksucker!" Sean cried. 
"I want your fucking dick!"

     The weight against my ass grew quickly, and I curled up 
harder to give Sean some support. Soon John was plunging his cock 
in and out of Sean's ass -- and Sean continued thrusting in and 
out of my hot hole.

     Billy knelt on one side of me and Tim on the other. I used 
both my free hands to run my fingers between their legs and 
quickly took hold of their testicles. I pulled at them and 
alternately cupped them and pressed them hard. My hands moved 
behind and up their ass cracks and found their ass holes -- both 
at the same time.

     "Fuck those asses!" Billy shouted from above me. "Pound the 
shit out of them! Make Steve feel booth of your cocks all the way 
up to his throat!"

     As I pulled Billy's and Tim's asses toward us, Tim and Billy 
began slapping Sean's face with their hard cocks. Sean opened his 
mouth wide, hoping to get as much of their dicks into his mouth 
as he could. Sean hungrily lapped at each one as it came by his 
out-stretched tongue. I continued my probing and squeezing of 
their asses.

     "I'm cumming," Tim whispered. "I'm gonna shoot."

     Sean focused his efforts on Tim's cock. Tim pulled one spurt 
of semen out of his cock which landed on Sean's tongue. Sean ran 
his cum-covered tongue around on his lips and swallowed. The 
second squirt landed squarely on my chest in a puddle.

     "Fuck! Take this shot Sean!" said Billy, as his balls 
tightened and his cock began to shoot. Gawd, the man had more cum 
than I'd ever seen. Once, then twice. Billy's streams of cum shot 
onto the side of Sean's face and into Sean's golden hair. A third 
shot spurted all the way over and landed on Tim's stomach on the 
other side of me! A fourth spurt landed next to Tim's puddle on 
my chest. And the final wad again landed on Sean's waiting and 
eager tongue.

     I squeezed my ass muscles and felt Sean shudder. During the 
whole time John had been pounding him, he had never once softened 
any at all.

     "Oh yeah," Sean moaned. He backed out of my ass and began 
stroking both of our cocks together. Up and down he stroked, 
building more passion out of each of us. Within three pulls of 
our cocks, we both began to cum.

     I came first, sending cum all across my body. Then Sean 
came, adding to the puddles on my stomach and chest and face. Our 
spurts came in synchronized rhythm as one massive load was shot 
after the other.

     I heard John: "Move your ass, Sean." Sean moved out of the 
way and John waddled up, sending load after load up and onto my 
stomach. Sean's hair and mouth caught some of John's man-seed. 
"Ahhhh, yeah....," moaned John.

     Thoroughly spent, the crew one by one fell down on me -- 
rubbing my stomach and chest with their hands and bodies. Each of 
them moved so that their tongues could reach a cum puddle on my 
chest or stomach or face. And each of them lapped up all the cum 
they could reach. Within a few moments they one by one came and 
inserted their tongues into my open and eager mouth -- sharing 
the collected fuck juice with me -- mingling it all on my tongue 
and in my mouth.

     By the time they were through, both Sean and I were clean.

     But I spotted one more puddle ... the one that still clung 
to Tim's stomach. I raised my head and eagerly and lovingly 
lapped up the last remaining part of Billy's fuck fluid.

     One by one the men climbed to their feet. Finally, Billy 
extended his hand to me with a look of pure satisfaction on his 
face.

     "You, my young apprentice, are going to fit in on this crew 
very nicely," Billy said. "I think we're all going to be proud of 
your work."

     "Here! Here!" cheered the others. Sean slapped me on the ass 
and reminded, "And I still need that cock of yours up my ass. 
Don't forget!"

     How could I forget? If I hadn't cum so hard, I'd fuck him 
right then and there.

     But Billy said, "There will be time for that Sean. Don't you 
worry! But, we've got to get some surveying done today. Let's get 
our lunch and then get back to work."

     We had spent all morning fucking. I guess it was time to do 
what we were getting paid to do....

     I learned a lot about surveying that afternoon. These guys 
were fast but deliberate. And once we got down to business, and 
with Billy's and John's expert and clear directions, the task 
went along quickly.

     At about 4:30, we climbed back into the truck and rode back 
to the office. It was late and Billy dismissed us as he headed in 
to make his report.

     I headed home -- exhausted but happy. I needed a shower, and 
as soon as I entered the door, I told Mom "Hi," and headed for my 
bathroom. I peeled of my clothes and turned on the shower and 
relaxed under it for at least half and hour -- letting the aches 
and pains just melt away. (My family never closes the bathroom 
doors when we take showers. Mom says the steam will peal the wall 
paper.)

     Just as I was getting ready to turn off the water, I heard 
my Dad calling from the hallway. "Steve!" he said.

     "Dad!"

     "George said you did great for your first day! George said 
Billy was really impressed with your first day," Dad said, 
getting closer to me. He was in the bathroom already.

     I blushed. "Yeah. It was pretty good. And real hard work," I 
offered.

     As I turned the water off Dad pulled back the curtain. Dad 
was beaming. "I'm proud of you, Steve," he said. "But I have one 
question for you.... How come your ass is sunburned?"

     With that he turned and left the bathroom and practically 
ran down the hall. But I could still see the grin on his face 
when he said that.

     I couldn't speak. And maybe Dad didn't need an answer.... 
Maybe Billy gave a full report....

                               -o-

                         END OF PART ONE

This story is not over. Steve still has much to experience and 
much to learn. There is a separate chapter for each of the rest 
of the days of Steve's first work week. And still more awaits 
near the end of his second week at work.

And, of course, if Steve reaches his goal of buying a car at the 
end of the summer, much needs to be said about that.

While the outline is already in place, I'm taking suggestions for 
plot development. Let me know what you think should happen....

My special thanks to Rob Simac who served as a willing and able 
editor.

And watch for "Day Two: The Heat Wave Begins."

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