Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2007 06:41:17 -0600
From: FD Campbell <peterbilt222@hotmail.com>
Subject: Construction Worker (revised)
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The Construction Worker
(Revised)
Joe Dickerson returned from the construction site at the end of the
day just in time to see the new kid coming out of the trailer. He hadn't
met him yet, but there was a lot of talk about him showing up for his
interview wearing preppy jeans and a short-sleeved shirt with a button-down
collar and new tennis shoes. The guys were right; he stood out like a sore
thumb. Joe lingered in his truck, watching the kid walk to his
not-so-late-model pickup.
No more than eighteen, Joe figured. He was a hunk. Well muscled,
distributed over a frame just under six feet, weighed probably one-ninety.
And good-looking. Fuck, he was good looking. Okay, maybe more cute than
good looking but that was because he was so young.
The boy's truck turned over half dozen times then fell silent.
He pounded the steering wheel and got out to look under the hood. He hit
the battery a few times then tried to start it again. Nothing. He looked
like he was about ready to cry and Joe felt sorry for him.
"Looks like you've got a problem," Joe said as he climbed out of
his truck and walked toward the dead vehicle.
"If I didn't have problems I wouldn't have a life," the boy said.
"A dead battery's not the end of the world," Joe said.
"Even if I could get it started, it runs hot. Needs a new fuel
pump," the boy said as he kicked the tire angrily. "Not to mention four
bald tires."
"All solvable problems," Joe said calmly.
"Not when you don't have any money," the boy said.
"Come on, get in," Joe said, waving toward his own truck.
"Why? Where're we going?" the boy asked.
"To get you a new battery," Joe replied.
`Maybe you didn't hear me. I don't have the money for a new
battery," the boy said in a surly tone.
"I do," Joe said.
The boy frowned. "I can't let you do that," he said.
"Why not? Your truck doesn't run because it needs a new
battery. You don't have the money to buy one, but I do. Sounds pretty
damned logical to me."
"I don't want your charity."
"Who said anything about charity? Maybe I didn't mention, it's a
loan."
"I don't know when I would be able to pay you back. I don't get a
paycheck for two weeks."
"I won't go broke or hungry in two weeks. Now, come on." Joe
could see the relief on the boy's face as they drove into town. "My name's
Joe Dickerson," he said, putting out his hand.
"Jordan Price," the boy said.
"Good to have you with us," Joe said.
"I just wish I could get in the construction part of it, but the
office job was the only opening," Jordan said.
"Keep your nose clean and do your job, they'll put you out on a
site soon enough if that's what you want," Joe said. "I've got some advice
for you, though. Get rid of the baggy jeans and that shirt. You're on a
construction site, not a pep rally. And get some work boots. It'll help
if you start looking like a construction worker instead of an office boy."
"Well, the preppy look, as you call it, is going to have to do
till I get paid," Jordan said.
After they bought the battery, Joe drove on through town instead of
heading back out to the site.
"Where're we going?" Jordan asked.
"To get you some work clothes," Joe said as he pulled up in front
of a men's clothing store.
"No, I don't want to be indebted to you."
"You already are," Joe said.
"But I won't be able to pay all of this back out of my first
paycheck," Jordan said. "I'm not getting construction rates, you know."
"Then I'll take your second paycheck, and your third and your
fourth, and your first-born, if need be," Joe said.
They got a pair of steel-toed work boots and socks, two pairs of
jeans, two heavy-duty work shirts and four T-shirts. For good measure, Joe
tossed four pairs of shorts on the pile along with a baseball cap and some
work gloves.
"I can't wear these," Jordan said, picking up a package of the
shorts.
"Wrong size? Get the size you need," Joe said. "Or don't you wear
briefs?"
"Yeah, I wear briefs, but these...these are briefer than briefs.
Well, there's...there's not much to them."
"Are you bragging that they won't hold you?" Joe asked, laughing.
"Don't worry, they'll stretch to hold up a five pound sausage. I wear them
myself," he said as he took the package from Jordan and tossed it back on
the pile.
"I don't need gloves to shuffle papers," Jordan said, picking up
the gloves.
"You won't be shuffling papers long," Joe said.
"How do you know? Do you know somebody?"
"They're not going to let those muscles go to waste in the office,
but it can't hurt to dress the part."
"Okay, I guess you know what you're talking about," Jordan said.
"Usually, I do," Joe said.
They drove back out to the site and installed the battery.
"No wonder it wouldn't start; that battery looks like shit," Joe
said, looking down at the old battery on the ground. Jordan got in and
tried it but the truck still wouldn't start.
"I think you've got a starter problem, too," Joe said.
"Well, praise the gods, my luck continues," Jordan said.
"Come on, I'll drive you home. We'll get a new starter put in
tomorrow."
The boy hesitated, looking down at his feet. "That's okay, I can
sleep here in my truck," he said.
"I can drive you home," Joe said.
"I'll sleep here, that way I'll be here for work in the morning."
"You don't have to do that, I can come by your house and pick you
up," Joe said.
"No, this is fine," the boy insisted.
Joe didn't push it. He had a suspicion that there was a problem
beyond just getting to work but it wasn't any of his business.
Reluctantly, he left the kid on the site and drove home. It wasn't till he
was in bed that it dawned on him that the kid probably didn't have money
for anything to eat. He worried about him all night.
The next morning Joe made it a point to get to work early, to see
if Jordan was okay. He stopped on the way and picked up fast food
breakfast, as well as sandwiches for Jordan's lunch. It was barely
daylight when he arrived on the site. Jordan wasn't in his truck. Maybe
he went to take piss in the woods. When Joe got out of his truck he heard
water running. Thinking somebody had left the hose on, he walked around
behind the trailer and there was Jordan, naked, washing off with the
hose. Joe lingered behind the bushes at the corner of the trailer, watching
him. He was like a young god. The water sheeted down his tanned, naked
muscles, a stream of water running down the length of his cock like he was
taking a piss. Joe swallowed to get the lump out of his throat. Geezers,
the kid was big! And beautiful! His muscles were smooth and tanned except
for his firm, round butt and a narrow pale strip around his waist. Joe
wondered how a kid that age got built like that.
Jordan jumped when he saw Joe come around the corner. "I decided
to wash up," he said, rather sheepishly as he dropped the hose and reached
for his shirt to dry off. "What're you doing here so early?"
"Checking on you," Joe drawled as he stepped over to turn off the
hose.
"I don't need checking up on," Jordan said.
"More than you know," Joe said.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Another bit of advice. Make sure you get yourself hosed down
before the guys start showing up for work," Joe drawled. "That cute, tight
butt of yours isn't safe out here among a bunch of horny construction
workers."
Jordan laughed as he was putting on his clothes. Joe wanted to
tell him he wasn't joking. When the boy was dressed they walked back to
the parking area.
"I've got us some breakfast," Joe said. "And I brought you lunch."
He held up his hand at the boy's scowl. "Before you say anything, what'd
you have to eat last night?"
"A candy bar."
"Right. I don't want to hear any crap from you," Joe said.
"After work we'll jump-start your truck and you can drive it into town to
my mechanic. Might as well get a new fuel pump along with the starter."
"I'm not going to see any of my paychecks for a month," Jordan
said.
"Maybe longer than that," Joe drawled. "I got to head out. See
you after work."
Joe couldn't keep his mind on his work. The image of the naked
teenager loomed before him every moment of the day, and he could hardly
wait to get back to the trailer. He was late getting back, and Jordan was
waiting on him at his pickup, all decked out in his new work clothes.
"Well, goddam, don't you look like a stud," Joe remarked. He
wasn't kidding. The kid had that look of studliness that almost took his
breath away.
"You said I should look the part," Jordan said.
Joe jumped the boy's truck to get it started then led the way
into town to Alec's Garage where he had all of his own repair work done.
He was already finished talking to Alec when Jordan pulled in behind him.
"Did you tell him what I need done?" Jordan asked as he followed
Joe to his truck.
"Yeah, a new starter, a new fuel pump, and anything else he finds
wrong."
"That could cost a fortune!"
"Just pray he doesn't find anything else," Joe said. Then he
paused and turned around and said to the mechanic, "Hey, Alec, put a new
set of tires on while you're at it. Good ones."
Jordan's mouth flew open but he didn't say anything.
"Come on, I'll drive you home," Joe said.
"If you could just take me....downtown....I've got some stuff I
need to buy."
"You don't have any money," Joe reminded him. The way the boy's
face turned red, Joe knew something wasn't right. "You do have a home," he
said. He knew immediately that he'd said the wrong thing. Jordan kept
this head down and kicked the ground with the toe of his boot. "How come
you don't want me to take you home?" Joe asked.
"I don't....have....anyplace to go," he replied quietly.
Joe was taken aback and filled with pain for the boy but he tried
not to show it. "They said at work that you were a star jock in high
school, and a good student. And you weren't dressed like a homeless person
when you showed up for work the first day. Something doesn't jive. Wanta
fill me in?"
Jordan let out a quiet sigh and looked away to avoid Joe's eyes.
"My step-dad threw me out. He said when I graduated that I had to start
paying rent, which I said I would. It stands to reason; I had to get a job
first. But he wouldn't wait. He said I could come back when I had the rent
money."
"So, you've been sleeping in your truck, for how long?"
Jordan shrugged. "Ever since graduation night."
"That was a real nice graduation present," Joe said
sarcastically.
"He was just looking for an excuse to get me out of the house,"
Jordan said. "He doesn't want me around to see how he treats my mom."
"Which is?"
"He treats her like crap. I'm big enough to take care of her,
but not if I'm not there."
"He beats her?" Joe asked.
Jordan nodded. "She says he doesn't but I think she's
lying. What really pisses me off is, my dad built that house with his own
two hands and now this slime-ball has moved in and taken over. I wouldn't
be surprised if it's in his name by now. I don't know why the hell she
married him."
"We can't get into your mother's mind," Joe said. "Where is your
dad, can I ask?"
"He was.....he died in a work accident. The son-of-a-bitch is
living on my mom's settlement."
"Sorry to hear that. Look, maybe we need to go have a little
talk with your step-dad."
"No, that would only make it worse, and I can't be there to
protect her. I can't even get my clothes and stuff out of the house till I
come up with the first month's rent."
Joe didn't get mad often, but he was getting mad now. "Come on,"
he said, motioning for Jordan to get in the truck.
"Where?" Jordan asked.
"You're going to see your mom, and get your stuff."
"No, I can't. He won't let me in, and he won't let her come
out."
"He will," Joe said.
"It'll just piss him off that I even showed up."
"Tough shit. Now, come on."
It was a command, said in a tone not to be argued with,
especially when Joe took him by the arm and urged him toward the truck.
Neither of them said anything during the drive except for Jordan giving
directions.
"What're you going to do?" Jordan asked nervously as they were
pulling into the short lane that led to the small house on the edge of
town.
"Nothing I don't have to. Depends on him, really," Joe replied.
"You go on up and knock on the door and tell him you want to see your mom
and pick up your stuff."
Jordan took a deep breath and opened the truck door.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," Joe promised him.
"I'm not afraid of him, I'm afraid of what he'll do to my mom after
we leave."
"Maybe I can fix that," Joe said. He watched the boy walk up the
path and up on the porch. He turned and looked at Joe as for reassurance,
then knocked on the door. Whoever answered the door suddenly disappeared
and someone else appeared at the screen door. There were words exchanged
and Joe could see Jordan getting angry. But then his shoulders slumped and
he turned and jumped off the porch. Joe got out of the truck and met him
half way up the path.
"He won't let me in," Jordan said, his eyes downcast. "He
wouldn't even let me see my mom."
"Yeah, he will," Joe said calmly.
"I don't want to cause trouble."
"Son, you're already got more trouble than any boy your age ought
to have," Joe said as he strode up the path. He took one step up onto the
porch and pounded on the door. A moment later the door flew open, followed
by what began as an angry tirade.
"Look, you worthless little shit, I told you......." The man cut
his words off at the sight of Joe's hulking frame.
He wasn't a very imposing figure of a man. Jordan could've
easily taken care of him except for his concern over leaving his mother
alone with the guy afterwards.
"What do you want?" The man growled.
"There seems to be some misunderstanding," Joe said politely.
"I've got a boy out here who would like to see his mother, and then pick up
a few of his belongings."
"There's no misunderstanding. He can do all of that when he
shows me some rent money," the man said.
"He won't be showing you any rent money," Joe said. "He won't be
living here. But he will be coming by to visit his mother from time to
time. And right now he needs to pick up his stuff."
"His mama wants him to live here," the man said.
"And you don't." Joe said dryly.
"It don't make a rat's ass to me where he lives, but if it's here,
he's going to pay his way."
In a spurt of anger Joe grabbed the door handle and jerked it
open, taking the hook out of the wood. The man stepped back, startled, but
Joe had him by the collar and dragged out on the porch before he could move
away. He pinned him against the side of the house.
"You go see your mom and pack your stuff," he said to Jordan,
"while me and your step-dad go for a little walk and get better
acquainted."
"Take your fuckin' hands off of me before I call the cops," the
man growled. "Hell, I don't even know you, what right have you got to come
barging in here......?"
Joe jerked him by his collar so hard his head snapped back and
banged against the side of the house. "That's the reason we're going for a
walk, so you can get to know me," Joe said as he shoved the man off the
porch. He jumped off himself and grabbed the man before he had a chance to
stumble and fall. He glanced over his shoulder to see a frightened Jordan
go into the house.
"I'll have you arrested," the man threatened as he was half
dragged toward a shed in the back yard.
"You're not going to be able to call anybody till I let go of
you," Joe said. "When I do, you go ahead and call the cops. It'll give
that boy a chance to tell them what you've been doing to his mother, not to
mention child endangerment."
"Jordan ain't a child. He's seventeen, almost eighteen."
"He wasn't always almost eighteen," Joe said. He turned the man
squarely in front of him and set his feet wide apart. "Now, I want you to
listen carefully to what I have to say."
"I don't have to listen to a fuckin' word you......OOHHhh!" he
yelled when Joe's fist suddenly shot out like a lightning bolt and
connected with his face.
Joe grabbed him before he had a chance to go down and brought him
upright. He shoved him around to the back of the shed and slammed him
against the wall so hard his head bounced.
"Now, as I was saying, I want you to listen carefully to what I
have to say," he began again. "If I ask you a question, you can answer it;
otherwise, I don't want to hear one goddam word come out of your mouth. Is
that understood?"
"Y-yeah."
"Good. Now, that boy is going to be living elsewhere, not
because he's afraid of you, but simply because you and him don't belong
under the same roof. You and his mother don't belong under the same roof
either, but that's a whole other problem. The boy's going to be coming by
to visit her whenever he wants, and there will be no repercussions
whatsoever. Not against him, not against his mother. Got that?"
"It's my house," the man said angrily.
Joe slammed his fist into his face again and another to his
stomach, doubling him over. "That was the wrong answer," he growled. "The
way I understand it, the boy's dad built the house. You just slithered in
from under a rock. Listen to me while you're still able, because I'm about
twenty seconds from beating your sorry ass into the ground. Now, secondly,
if you ever lay a hand on that woman, or even verbally abuse her, you're
gonna wish you'd never met me. You lay a hand on her, or if that boy even
thinks you have....well, just don't make me come back out here, because if
we do, it won't be me you'll be facing. It'll be the boy, and you do not
want me to turn him loose on you."
"Now you're threatening me?" The man yelled.
"Dam right I am. Do we have a clear understanding?" When the
man didn't answer right away Joe hit him again. "You better talk while
you're still able," he yelled.
`Yes! Yes, we have an understanding!" The man said, cowering
away.
"Tell me what you understand," Joe said with his fist drawn back
again, up close, aimed squarely at the man's face. "Talk, man, I would
love to see blood spurting out of your nose."
"The boy can come visit anytime he wants, and I won't lay a hand
on his mother ever again," the man said quickly.
"Very good, because I don't want to have to come back out here and
do this all over again," Joe said, rubbing his hand. "And let's keep this
just between me and you, what do you say?"
The man nodded. "All right."
Joe took a step away from him. "You wait right here till we
drive off," he said.
The man nodded and leaned back against the shed.
Jordan was waiting at the truck when Joe came out from behind the
shed.
"You ready?" Joe asked.
"Yeah."
"Get all your stuff?"
"Yes, sir," Jordan replied.
"Talk to your mom?"
"Yes. But she was afraid for me to stay very long," Jordan said.
"She don't have to worry about that anymore," Joe said. "You
come visit any time you want and stay as long as you want."
"Is he really going to let me do that?" Jordan asked.
"I think he will."
"What'd you do?" Jordan asked as they drove down the lane.
"We had an understanding."
"Is that what got that blood on your shirt?"
"Nosebleed," Joe said.
"Yours or his?" Jordan asked.
Joe just laughed.
"Where are we going? Where are you taking me now, with all of my
stuff?" Jordan asked.
"To my place."
"No, I can't let you do that," Jordan protested.
"Hey, I hate to sound like your step-dad, but it ain't
rent-free. Only thing is, I'm willing to wait for the rent money."
"No."
Joe turned with a scowl. "Do we have to have an understanding,
too?"
"No. No, sir," Jordan said.
Back in town, Joe turned down an alley and parked his truck close
in beside the building. "This is it."
"Where?" Jordan asked.
"The stairs, right there," Joe said. "Come on, I'll help you
with your stuff."
At the landing atop the iron stairs Joe unlocked the door and
swung it open for Jordan to go in. "It's not much, but I don't need much.
I'm pretty low maintenance. Besides, it's just temporary, till this job
ends."
The kitchen was small with barely room for a small table and two
chairs, set looking out over the alley. Joe led the way into the living
room and into the bedroom, which faced the street. "After we get something
to eat you can put your stuff away in the closet and the dresser," he said.
They went to Schiller's Cafe across the street and took a window
table. The waitress brought their menus and water.
"Eat good," Joe told him. He ordered and handed his menu back to
the waitress. Jordan was hesitant and shy. Finally he ordered a hamburger.
Joe held his hand up for the waitress to wait. "How long has it
been since you ate a full meal?" he asked.
"I like hamburgers," Jordan said.
Joe took Jordan's menu and handed it to the waitress. "He'll
have a large rib eye, baked potato, salad, a large glass of milk, and we'll
see what else later." When she was gone he said, "I told you to eat good.
You've got a lot of muscle to feed."
"Why are you doing this?" Jordan asked.
"Why not?" Joe said.
"You don't owe me anything. You don't even know me," Jordan
said.
"You're a kid who needed a new battery and fuel pump, starter and
new tires, and some clothes, and as it turns out, a place stay, and a good
meal. That about sums it up, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess it does."
"Then I suppose the matter is closed," Joe said. When Jordan
started to say something else, Joe held up his hand to silence him. "I
said the matter's closed."
After supper they walked around for awhile.
"This is the neighborhood," Joe said with a wave of his
hand. Next to the cafe was a sign that read Colt's Gym, and next to that
was a strip club. Down the street was the usual; a shoe store, dry cleaners
and corner grocery. On the other side of the cafe was a tavern and pool
hall. Jordan paused in front of the strip club.
"Don't get too interested in that place," Joe said.
"They've got male strippers?"
"Something for everybody," Joe said.
"Have you ever been there?" Jordan asked.
"Yeah, on certain nights."
"You go to a male strip club?" Jordan asked, surprised.
"It's a great place to pick up women, especially after the
strippers have got them all hot and bothered, " Joe said.
"Do you go to the gym?" Jordan asked.
"I've got a monthly membership but I don't spend much time
there."
"Where do you work out?" Jordan asked.
"I don't. I get all the exercise I need working," Joe said as
they headed back down the street.
Back at the apartment Joe pulled off his shirt, turned on the TV
and sprawled on the couch. "Make yourself comfortable. There's stuff in
the refrigerator if you didn't get enough to eat, or if you want something
to drink."
"No, I had plenty to eat," Jordan said. "I guess I'd better get
my stuff put away, then I oughta turn in."
"I won't be long myself. At my age, I need all the sleep I can
get."
"You're not old. How old are you?" Jordan asked.
"Old enough to be your dad."
"That don't make you old."
"Anyway, I've got a TV in the bedroom," Joe said. "Most of the
time I turn it on and go to sleep before I get to watch a whole show."
Jordan busied himself putting his stuff away. He felt safe here
with Joe. It wasn't home, but home wasn't home anymore, either. He
wondered where he was supposed to sleep. There was only one bed. Probably
on the couch.
Joe came into the bedroom and stood at the wide window facing the
street. "How're you doing?"
"I'm about done," Jordan said. Then he asked, "Where do I
sleep?"
"Bed's plenty big enough for both of us," Joe said.
"After all you've done, I don't want to take up half of your
bed," Jordan said.
"It's okay as long as you don't take your half out of the
middle," Joe said.
"I don't want to be a nuisance."
"If I thought you would be a nuisance I wouldn't have brought you
here," Joe said.
"I, uh.....well, the truth is...I've never slept with anyone
before," Jordan said.
"Well, you do it the same as sleeping alone. You stretch out and
close your eyes. Unless, of course, you're sleeping with a girl, then
that's the last thing you want to do."
Jordan laughed.
"You're blushing," Joe said. "Don't tell me a big, built,
good-looking stud like you never slept with a girl."
Jordan swallowed and sheepishly shook his head no.
Joe didn't laugh. He only smiled. "Well, I don't want to be
accused of leading you astray, but maybe we can do something about that one
of these days," he said with a grin. "Well, if you're going to be shy
about sharing the bed...the couch is too small for you. For now, we can
set up a make-shift bed; take the cushions off the couch and the chair and
I'll give you one of my sheets."
"Okay, thanks."
Joe tore off his top sheet while Jordan arranged the cushions on
the floor of the living room. There was barely enough room to walk around
them.
"I hope I'm not too much of a nuisance," Jordan said.
"Pain in the ass is more like it," Joe drawled.
"I'm sorry, but you didn't have to......."
"Hey, I'm kidding," Joe cut in. He went to the bathroom. When
he came out Jordan was in his shorts and T-shirt, looking mighty fine. Joe
could hardly wait to see him out of his clothes. He watched discreetly
from his bedroom as Jordan went to the bathroom. He left his bedroom door
open but turned out the light. He was disappointed when Jordan didn't take
off his shorts and T-shirt. Maybe he could work on that. The best way to
do that, he thought, was to let the boy know that he slept naked and that
it was okay for him to do the same.
Joe couldn't get to sleep. He tossed and turned and fought the
images of young Jordan naked out behind the trailer. It was really a
losing battle now, with the boy right in the next room. He felt sorry for
the kid. He wished he'd beaten the hell out of his step-dad, or let the
boy do it. He didn't wish anything bad on Jordan's mom but he half hoped
the guy gave him an excuse to do it. He managed to fall asleep a half
dozen times but kept waking up. Sometime in the night he got up and went
in to check on Jordan.
"Shit," he swore softly. The boy was sprawled all over the floor
with one leg on the cushions. He was sleeping soundly, but he had to be
uncomfortable as hell on that hard floor. He looked so young and cute and
innocent lying there with his muscular arms slung up above his head. Joe
thought about picking him up and carrying him into his bed. He would if he
could be sure the kid stayed asleep. But he thought better of it. Jordan
might take it the wrong way if he woke up. He looked at him for a moment.
Finally, he squatted down beside him and nudged his shoulder.
"Huh? What's up?" Jordan asked, coming awake with a start.
"You can't sleep like this. Come on in the bed."
"I'm okay," Jordan said as he crawled around trying to put the
cushions back together.
"You're not sleeping on the hard floor. Come on," Joe said
gruffly.
"Okay." He got up and pulled the sheet off the cushions and
grabbed his pillow.
Joe went first back into the bedroom. He wanted Jordan to get a
good look at him naked, so maybe he would take the hint. He helped him
spread the sheet out. "You can shed the shorts and T-shirt if you want
to," he said as he put one knee into the edge of the mattress.
Jordan took off his T-shirt and tossed it aside but left his
shorts on. Joe didn't make an issue of it. He waited till Jordan was in
bed and turned off the lamp. The light shone in from the street like a
bright moon.
"It doesn't do much good to turn off the lights, does it?"
Jordan said.
"I can pull the curtains, but I like it like this," Joe said.
"It's like sleeping in the outdoors."
"It's okay," Jordan said.
Joe wanted to tell the boy he didn't have to hug the edge of the
bed but he left him alone, and he was soon asleep. Joe still couldn't go
to sleep. He lay there watching Jordan sleep. It was all he could do to
keep his hands off of him. Godd, he was so beautiful! Finally, Joe turned
his back to him in exasperation. He still couldn't sleep, and he didn't
know how he ever would with this teenage hunk beside him. Sooner or later,
something would have to give.
He'd barely dozed off when he heard soft sounds coming from the
other side of the huge bed. He turned his head to listen. It sounded like
Jordan was crying. He wasn't exactly sobbing but he was sniffling. If he
wasn't crying, he had a bad cold. Joe didn't know what to do. He felt so
sorry for the boy he ached inside, but he didn't want to intrude. Still,
he couldn't let the kid lay there and cry.
"Jordan.....are you okay?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah." It was a quick reply and he sniffled again.
Joe waited for a moment. He wasn't convinced just because Jordan
quieted down. Joe knew he was still feeling bad, and sad. He couldn't take
it. He reached out but held his hand back. If he touched him it could be
fatal. He couldn't even be sure that he was reaching out to comfort the
boy, or for his own satisfaction.
"I don't think you are," he said finally as he finished reaching
across the bed and laid his hand on Jordan's shoulder.
The boy choked then broke out in soft sobs. Joe squeezed his
shoulder. He really didn't know what to do now. Finally, he moved closer
to him and laid his arm more around him, down across his chest. Jordan
seemed to welcome his comforting arm.
"Let it out," Joe said softly. "Nobody your age deserves this
kind of hell, let it out, maybe it'll make you feel better." He didn't
know if he was saying the right things but he had to say something to try
to comfort the boy. He moved closer, pressing his body against his back,
and wrapped his arm tighter around his chest. He did it out of compassion,
but he couldn't deny the lust rising within him at the touch of the boy's
thick, hard pecs. When Jordan didn't tense up, Joe pulled him tight
against him from head to foot, smashing his manhood unashamedly against the
boy's butt. Still, he didn't seem to mind.
"Nobody needs this kind of crap," Joe said huskily.
"It's just that...I can't believe you're doing this."
"It's not such a big deal," Joe said. "I was taught, if you see
a problem, fix it, don't wait for somebody else to do it."
"Nobody's done anything this nice to me since my dad died, except
for my coach when I was in high school, and you don't even know me."
"Could say we're getting acquainted," he joked, squeezing the
boy.
"How come you're not married? You would make a great dad and
husband."
"Who says I'm not?"
"I didn't see any wedding ring," Jordan said.
"I was married. It didn't work out," Joe said.
"Did you have any kids?"
"No, I wasn't that lucky."
"You would make a great dad," Jordan said again.
"Well, that's arguable. Come on, turn over her and take in some
deep breaths. You're safe here, Jord."
"I feel like such a fuckin' baby," he said as he turned onto his
back, wiping his eyes. "I'm almost eighteen years old and crying like a
baby over nothing. And what the hell am I doing lying in bed with another
guy?" he added, laughing. He started to move away but Joe held him tight.
"Everybody reaches his breaking point," Joe said. "And it's not
nothing, what you've been through. I'd say you've done pretty well. You're
not in trouble with the police, you didn't turn to drugs or booze.....have
you?"
"No, I would never do that to my body"
"Yeah, that would be almost a crime," Joe said, rubbing his hand
across the boy's thick-muscled chest. He squeezed his pec and then
flattened his hand on his hard abs. "You've put too much work into your
body to screw it up."
"I wish I had a dad like you, or a big brother," Jordan said as
he lay his hand lightly over Joe's on his chest. "I'm going to pay you back
for everything,"
"Don't worry about it. It's nothing I wouldn't do for my own
kid, or my little brother, if I had one. I just wish I'd been lucky enough
to have a son like you."
"You said it was a loan," Jordan reminded him.
"Okay, it is, but I'll decide on the payments."
"What do you mean?"
"I just want you to get your life pulled together so you can get
your head on straight, then you can worry about paying me back," Joe said.
"I will, I promise you that."
They lay for a long time together, the boy comfortable in the
older man's arms.
"By the way, how did you get that job, being just seventeen?" Joe
asked.
"I got a work permit, to work in the office only. I want to go out
on a job when I turn eighteen," Jordan said.
"When would that be?" Joe asked.
"About three weeks."
Joe made a mental note to do something special for the boy's
birthday.
"I feel like a little boy, you holding me like this," Jordan said.
He tensed like he was going to move away but when Joe's arm tightened
across his chest again he relaxed, like he really wanted to be there.
"You're a good man, and I got to admit, it feels good, lying here with you.
I don't believe I'm saying it, but it's true."
Joe closed his eyes and held his breath for a moment as he sucked
up the courage he needed. "I could make it feel better, Jord," he
whispered hoarsely.
Silence. The boy either didn't understand or he was scared to say
anything, or maybe he didn't hear him.
"I like it when you call me Jord," he said finally.
"You don't know what I mean?" Joe asked.
"W-what...?"
"When I said I could make you feel better," Joe said as he squeezed
the boy tighter against his own naked body.
"I d-don't.....know.....for sure...maybe....."
"Do you want me to show you? It's nothing you have to do, it's
not any kind of payback, but I can make you feel really good if you'll let
me. Probably better than you ever felt in your life." He paused before he
moved his hand down Jordan's abs a couple of inches. He felt the muscles
tighten even more and heard the boy swallow. "If you don't want me to,
just tell me.....or stop me," he said as he moved his hand farther down,
his fingers crawling up over the mound in his shorts.
Jordan instinctively reached down and grabbed his wrist, not
harshly, just wrapped his hand lightly around his wrist. Joe held his hand
still till Jordan relaxed his grip. Then he started squeezing and mauling
the mound of manhood and Jordan moved his hand.
"That feels like one hell of a cock."
"Yeah, it....it's pretty big, I guess."
"Well, I guess it'd have to be, to match your body."
His cock expanded in Joe's hand till it was throbbing hard,
tenting his shorts.
"Is it okay if I do this?" Joe asked as he slipped his hand down
under the waistband of his shorts.
"Y-yeah...I guess..."
Jordan gasped when Joe curled his fingers around the hot, thick
meat.
"This can't be the first time you've had a hand around you cock,"
Joe said.
"Just my own," Jordan said.
"Does mine feel okay?" Joe asked.
"It f-feels....g-great."
"You know where this is headed, now, don't you? I wanta suck
you, is that okay?"
"Yeah, I guess....I never had anybody do that that before."
"If you don't like it, just tell me and I'll stop. I don't want to
do anything you don't want me to do."
"O-Okay."
"Is this feeling okay, or do you want me to stop?" Joe asked as
he explored the length of the big cock.
"No! I mean, yeah, it feels great. You don't have to stop." Joe
leaned up over him and flicked his tongue around his nipple several times
before he dragged his tongue across his broad chest to his other tit. He
went back and forth, nibbling and licking and sucking on the turgid
nipples.
"OOOhhhnnnnnn," Jordan moaned softly.
"I'll bet you didn't' know you had feelings in your chest," Joe
said.
"No, I didn't."
"You've got feelings a lot of places you don't know about." He
moved his mouth down the gentle slop of his abs, slowly, crisscrossing the
deep ridges of his muscles with his lips and tongue. All the while he was
moving his hand up and down the boy's raging cock. Jordan was moaning and
gasping and writhing under him, hunkering his butt off the mattress to
drive his cock through Joe's fist. Suddenly, without a hint of warning, he
went off!
He gave a surprised squeal and Joe was surprised too, to feel the
hot, thick, come suddenly splattering against the side of his face, but he
didn't recoil. It was a gusher; the stuff shot out with such force and
splattered on his face like a miniature power hose. He wanted to open his
mouth and catch some of it but he was afraid it might be pushing things for
this first time. He didn't want to do too much too soon and freak the boy
out. When he was sure he was done, Joe raised up.
Jordan lay with his forearm flung across his eyes as he fought to
regain his breathing. "I'm sorry. I never shot off that quick in my life.
I can jack off for hours."
"When you're using your own hand, you're in control," Joe said.
"Aww, man, I shot all over your face! I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Joe said as he pulled the corner of the sheet to
wipe his face. Then he swiped at the come streaked across Jordan's
stomach.
"I couldn't warn you, I was almost choking, it was so good."
"It's okay, I could've gotten out of the way," Joe said.
"You...could have?....but....you didn't....you mean you didn't
care if I shot my load all over you face?"
"You did catch me by surprise; I just couldn't get my head turned
in time. But it's okay. No harm done."
"If you had turned your head I might have shot right into your
mouth."
Joe smiled. "That wouldn't have been so bad, would it?" he said.
"I....I d-don't know....I guess not....if you don't think so."
"Actually, Jord, I wouldn't have minded, but I was afraid to let
you shoot in my mouth," Joe said. "I wasn't sure what you'd think, and I
didn't want to freak you out or maybe scare you off."
"I don't know, I wouldn't have been scared, and I wouldn't be
freaked out if you weren't," Jordan said.
Joe lay beside him and shoved his arm under Jordan's head for a
pillow and they were quiet for a moment. Joe didn't like the quiet; not
knowing what Jordan was thinking.
"Look, maybe I shouldn't bring this up, but...well, you're only
seventeen. I could be in a lot of trouble if you..."
"I'm not going to tell anybody, if that's what you're worried
about."
"I just thought I should mention it."
"Actually, I should say I won't tell anybody providing we do it
again," Jordan said with a sly grin.
"Are you blackmailing me?'
"Yes, sir, I am," Jordan said, giggling.
"You little fucker," Joe said, laughing, as he began tickling the
boy playfully. Jordan yelped with laughter and squirmed to get away from
him. They wrestled all over the bed till Joe gave in.
"Okay, you've got me right where you want me. Whatever you say.
Whatever you want."
"Well, I didn't last long enough for you to go down on me," he
said. "And I didn't go down," he pointed out.
Joe reached for his cock again. "Shit, I guess you didn't!" he
said.
"That happens a lot. It's like my cock doesn't know when it's
supposed to be finished."
"That's pretty normal for a guy your age," Joe said as he slowly
jacked the big cock.
"I last a long time after I've already gone off once," Jordan
warned.
"That's okay, I don't mind," Joe said as he raised up over him
again. He bent down and opened his mouth wide to take the boy's cock in
his mouth.
"AAwwwwwhhhhhhh!" Jordan moaned softly.
Joe was happy to hear his moan. He wanted to make him feel
good. He wanted this first time to be something he would remember; and make
him want to come back for more. But Jordan lay perfectly still while Joe
sucked his cock and he wondered if he was liking it or just tolerating it.
Joe slipped one hand under his butt and Jordan flexed the muscles hard in
his hand. Joe squeezed his butt, urging him to thrust up, to move and get
into it. Jordan relaxed and began thrusting his cock up into Joe's mouth.
"Ohh, Geezusss," he moaned as he fucked Joe's mouth. Then he put
his hands on the back of Joe's head and shoved up harder.
Joe raised up. "I can't take you all the way," he said.
"That's okay, I didn't mean you had to," Jordan said.
"I'll work on it, though," Joe said. "How'd you grow such a big
cock, anyway? This fucker's got to be ten inches long, and shit, I can
barely get my hand around it."
"I don't know, it just started growing like mad a couple of
summers ago. I was starting to wonder if it was going to stop, if I was
going to grow into some kind of freak."
"You're not a freak," Joe assured him. "Just big and beautiful."
He was glad for the spurts of conversation. It meant Jordan was at ease
with what he was doing. He went back down on it. The mushroom head
swelled out in his mouth and he lavered his tongue around the thick,
gristled rim, causing it to quiver against his tongue.
"Awww, man, I love it when you do that."
Joe did it again. "Like that?"
"Awww, yeah...ohhhh, you've got a nice tongue. Kind of like soft
sandpaper."
Joe continued to squeeze and massage Jordan's butt in his hand as
he sucked his cock. He gradually worked his fingers between the taut buns
and Jordan seemed to be too caught up in it to notice, or he didn't
mind. He sucked, up and down, slowly, lashing his tongue all around the
thick meat on the way down and back up, and washing the baseball sized head
when he reached the top. Using his own spit, Joe managed to work a finger
deep between Joe's butt muscles till he touched his asshole.
"UUnnnnn," Jordan moaned with surprise.
It wasn't a "don't-do-that" moan and Joe spread the twin mounds
apart with his fingers and pressed his middle finger harder against the
hot, clenching hole.
"Awwhhhnn," Jordan moaned again and sort of squirmed around on
the tip of his finger.
Joe worked up more spit and let it run down the shaft and over
his balls. He caught it in his hand and worked it between Jordan's butt.
Slicked up, it was easy to work his fingers around between the tight
muscles and probe at his hot hole.
"Are you gonna...do that...with your finger?" Jordan stammered as
he squirmed harder on his finger.
"If you'll let me," Joe said.
"I don't know...w-what it's like."
"Let me show you," Joe said. "There's a spot in there where you
can move around on my finger any way it makes you feel good." He used more
spit till the boy's butt was wet and slick then he carefully probed through
the tight, clenching hole. All the while, he was sucking his cock.
Jordan uttered a whimpering moan, mostly from surprise, but quickly
relaxed his butt. Joe probed deeper, working his finger inside the hot,
live hole. The soft inner muscles squeezed his finger, almost a welcoming
gesture. He easily found the spongy-firm love nut and touched it
ever-so-gently, sort of dancing his fingers around it.
"Awwwhhhh...OOhhhh, I think...you f-found it!" Jordan exclaimed,
wide-eyed.
"Yeah. You move around, now, however it feels best," Joe said as
he went back down on the boy's cock. Jordan squirmed his butt and humped
Joe's hand till it got to feeling so good he was thrashing his butt around.
Joe stopped once. "How am I doing?" he asked.
"Aww, you're doing great! I never felt anything like this in my
life!" the boy gasped.
Joe smiled and went back to sucking his cock.
"Awww, Joe...Joe, I know I said I was gonna last longer, but you're
getting me so close with your finger."
"You don't have to hold off. Let it go," Joe said.
"In your mouth?"
"Yes. Give it to me with both barrels," Joe said. He slowed his
mouth to a crawl up and down the thick, tall shaft, using his tongue to
coax the boy's climax while the boy worked it up himself by pivoting around
on his finger. It didn't take long. Jordan reached his arms out and clawed
at the sheets and tossed his head back and forth in his fit of ecstasy.
Then suddenly, he clasped his hands around Joe's head.
"I'm gonna come!" he gasped.
Joe waited a few seconds then kicked everything up a notch to
make the boy explode. He began sucking hard, up and down, all the way up
and all the way down as far as he could go, using his tongue as a whip all
around the throbbing meat. At the same time, he literally fucked the boy
with his finger, gouging through the tight sphincter muscle and rubbing and
poking at his swollen prostate.
"OOwwwaahhhhhh! Awww...ohhhhh....ohhhh.. OHHH, God...Ohh, God,
Joe....w-what're you d-doing to me! Ohh, Geezuss...Ohhhh, make me
come....Ohhh, I wanta come so bad...!"
Seconds later he did. His cock bolted like a steel bar in Joe's
mouth, quivered for a second then exploded. Joe could actually feel the
stuff gushing up through the shaft before it shot out and hit the roof of
his mouth like a power hose. He was taken aback by the sheer power and
force of it, and surprised at the volume of come spewing out so soon after
his first climax. He let his mouth fill up as he swirled the stuff around
the boy's cock, using it for polish on the head. He sucked him till he was
trembling and choking on his gasps and was trying to shove Joe's head
away. Joe held on for a moment longer while he swallowed the hot, thick
nectar. Godd, it tasted good! Young guys always tasted so good and fresh.
Jordan collapsed in a long heap as Joe raised up. His cock fell
heavy and wet across his abs. Joe left his finger in his ass but didn't
move it. He could still feel the palpitations of his prostate.
"Geezuss...when you said you were going to find a spot, you
weren't kidding," Jordan exclaimed.
Joe started to remove his finger but the tight muscle squeezed
around it.
"You can leave it in there," Jordan said.
"All right."
"This must be something like a girl feels, getting fucked,"
Jordan surmised.
"Maybe," Joe said, rubbing the boy's thigh.
"Whew! I never had an experience like that in my life," Jordan
said.
"Do you think you might like to experience it again?" Joe asked.
"Hell, yeah, anytime," Jordan replied.
"Maybe we just solved the sleeping arrangements, then," Joe said.
"Unless you still want me to buy you a bed."
"I could get used to this, if you don't think it'll be too
crowded."
The men took it upon themselves to throw a surprise birthday bash for
Jordan at the trailer after work. The plan was for Joe to forget something
when he got nearly home and turn around to go back to the site, where they
would all be waiting in the trailer. Joe turned around when they were
about half way home. At the site there were cars and pickups crowded in the
clearing and along the road.
"What the hell's going on?" Jordan asked.
"Union meeting. I forgot all about it."
"I didn't know anything about a union meeting," Jordan said.
"You're not a member of the union yet," Joe reminded him.
"Yeah, but I usually hear what's going on."
"Hell, son, you don't know the half of what's going on," Joe
said.
"Should I go in with you?" Jordan asked.
"You might as well see what goes on; you have to join the union
before you go out on a job," Joe said.
They could hear the noise inside as they walked up to the door.
Joe held the outside door open and stepped back for Jordan to go inside.
"Happy Birthday!" they all yelled in unison when Jordan came
through the door.
He stepped back with a look of shock. Joe laughed and motioned him
inside. It was crowded. It was a big trailer but there was barely room to
maneuver around. The beer was flowing freely and it was hot except at the
end where the air conditioner was working overtime. Most everybody was in
T- shirts, a couple of the guys had their shirts off. It smelled of manly
sweat and deodorant and after-shave. Joe loved the macho smell and he had a
fleeting image of all these guys naked and gathered around him. Somebody
shoved a cold beer in Jordan's hand.
"I've only drank beer twice in my life," he said quietly to Joe.
"Then nurse it," Joe said.
The men parted a path to the office end of the trailer where there
were gifts stacked on the corner of the desk. It was nothing serious. A
box of a dozen extra-large condoms.
"I saw you taking a piss, and I figured you needed the large size,"
someone said.
"I didn't even know they made large size," Jordan admitted.
There were a couple of gift certificates to clothing stores and
some work gloves and a work shirt. There was a gift pass to Michael's, the
strip club near Joe's apartment. There was one box that they all chipped
in to get. It was a pair of new steel-toed work boots and several pair of
heavy socks.
"Those are Carolina boots; the best you can get."
"You're gonna need those when you go out on a job site."
Jordan looked around; it was the foreman, Brad Hamilton.
"You're going to need this, too," Brad said as he reached under the
desk. He brought up a bright yellow hard-hat and set it on Jordan's
head. Someone had printed "YOUNG STUD" across the front with a marker.
Everybody whooped and hollered and applauded and somebody shoved another
beer in his hand.
"You knew about this," Jordan said to Joe.
Just then somebody was opening the door and another guy got up to
help a drop-dead gorgeous blonde up into the trailer. She wore high heels
and a short, black leather skirt with a blouse that fell off her
shoulders. There were cat-calls and whistles from all around the
trailer. She set a small boom-box on the table.
"I didn't know about this," Joe said.
The stripper stood with her feet wide apart and her hands on her
hips, surveying the room till she saw Jordan. A smile came across her face
and she walked toward him.
"Your hard hat says you must be Jordan," she said in a honey-like
voice.
"Y-Yeah," he stammered.
"You don't sound quite sure. Are you Jordan or am I picking on the
wrong guy?" she asked.
"No, I'm Jordan, you're picking on the right guy," he assured her.
"Well, Young Stud Jordan, I'm Christy, and I'm here to wish you a
happy birthday," she said. She turned around and said to one of the men
near the table, "Honey, would you push the start button for me?"
"I'll push any damned button you want," the man said.
"Thanks, but I think I've found somebody to push all the reset of
my buttons," she said, smiling down at Jordan.
"Okay, but if I'm right here if he needs any help," the man said.
The woman looked Jordan up and down then shook her head. "He's not
going to need any help," she said.
The music started and so did Christy, standing right in front of
Jordan.
"Geezuss, she's got hips that'd knock you across the room," someone
said as she began to bump and grind in time to the music.
Joe watched Jordan with interest, and a little jealousy. He wished
it could be him up there doing a strip for the boy; or better yet, Jordan
doing a strip for him. But the boy needed this. It was a rite of passage;
a passage into the brotherhood of the men he would be working with.
Jordan's eyes were glued to the woman's body, moving up and down and side
to side as she swung her hips and twisted her butt. He looked a little
flushed in the face; maybe a little short of breath.
Christy was playing with the buttons of her blouse, fingering them,
toying with the boy's emotions. Then she unbuttoned the top one and there
was a roar of applause. She undid the second...then the third. She left
the last two and pulled Jordan to his feet.
"I'm having trouble with these last two buttons, do you think you
could help me out?"
"I think I can," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. He flipped
one button open and the woman's tits strained to spread the blouse open.
He fumbled with the last one and the men went wild, laughing and urging him
on. When he got it open, the blouse swung open and the Christy's tits fell
free. The job done, he started to sit down but she kept him on his feet.
"Oh, you're not done, honey," she cooed as she put her hands around
the back of his head. Then she pulled his face into her breasts. The
trailer erupted with howls and applause. Topless, the only thing left was
the skirt, what there was of it. Jordan stood with an embarrassed grin as
she fumbled with the zipper at the side. He didn't wait to be asked.
"I can help you with that," he said as he reached out and pulled
the zipper tab down for her. Again the trailer erupted with a roar of
cat-calls.
"Thanks, It's awfully tight," she said.
"I can fix that," he said. He tugged the skirt down off her hips
and on down her thighs till it was around her feet. She made a big show of
lifting one leg then the other so he could take it off of her.
She reached down for her skit and when Jordan handed it up to her
he started to stand but she kept her hands on her shoulders to keep him
down on his haunches in front of her.
"How far is she going to take it?" Joe asked the man next to him.
"Around the world if he wants her to, if he lets her. That's what
we've paid her for." the man replied.
"You mean...ALL the way?"
"By way of Boston," the man replied.
Joe hadn't counted on that. Most strippers didn't even strip down
all the way; Christy must be a hooker as well.
The place went wild again when she pulled Jordan's face into her
crotch. Then she pushed him back to sit on the chair. She danced around
for a couple of minutes, slowly turning her back to him.
"Lap dance!" someone yelled.
The guy sitting next to Jordan said something to him and he spread
his legs out and slouched down in his chair a little, ready for her. She
swung her butt back and forth and churned it around as she slowly lowered
it into his lap. She brushed her butt back and forth over the front of his
jeans, pressing harder and harder.
"Ohhh," she squealed as she raised back up with a shocked look.
"She don't know what she's asking for," Joe said quietly.
"Big, huh?"
"Huge," Joe said. "I'm talking horse."
Christy turned around and leaned down with her tits hanging in
Jordan's face. He lifted them both in his hands and rubbed them in his
face, lapping the nipples with his tongue.
"Somehow, I don't think he's led a sheltered life," the man said.
"Last I heard, he was a virgin," Joe said.
"No shit! That little stud, a virgin?"
"Well, I can't keep track of him every hour of the day and night;
maybe he got laid and didn't tell me."
Christy was smashing her butt harder into Jordan's lap and Joe knew
the kid must have a foot-long rail straining to get out of his tight
jeans. He was jealous as hell, but he was as excited as the rest of the men
to see what she would do to him. She turned around again and squatted down
on her haunches, balanced on her high heels. She began rubbing Jordan's
thighs, working her fingers into his crotch. He hunkered up into her hands
and spread his legs wider.
"Give him some head!" somebody called out.
She undid his belt and began unbuttoning his jeans. When she
fumbled with one of the buttons, he undid all the rest with one hard jerk
on the fly. Christy rubbed one hand over his shorts that were exposed and
her eyes widened.
"Oh, My!" she whispered.
Jordan was anxious but he let her go at her own pace. He laid his
head back and closed his eyes. She buried her face in his crotch and he
moaned. She tugged the waistband of his shorts down and kissed his bare
abs. When she tugged on his jeans he raised up so she could pull them off
his hips, along with his shorts.
"Oh!" she gasped with surprise.
"Holy Shit!" somebody close to him swore.
"Son-of-a-bitch, what horse did he steal that thing from?" said
someone else.
Joe wasn't where he had a good, direct view but he knew what
Christy and the men were seeing.
"Let's see you take that," one of them said to Christy.
Jordan's face was a mask of intense expectation. Suddenly he
moaned like a wounded animal as Christy touched his cock with her mouth.
"AAAAWwwhwhhhhhhhh!" he cried softly. "Awww, Myy Godddd!"
The men around him laughed. She sucked his cock for several minutes
then stood up.
"Does one of you big studs happen to have a condom?" Christy cooed.
"Got `em right here, a whole dozen of `em," someone said.
The box was torn open and someone handed Jordan a condom. He tore
the packet open and Christy took it. She squatted down, placing the condom
over the head of his cock and rolled it down. Then she stood and turned
around. Joe was stunned when Brad, the foreman, sitting next to Jordan,
casually reached over and wrapped his hand around his cock.
"I'll hold that up for you," he said.
Nobody seemed to be the least bit surprised that Brad had done
it. Christy lowered her butt till she came into contact with the head of
Jordan's cock. She maneuvered around till the head was set snugly against
her pussy then she slowly lowered herself onto his cock.
"OOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jordan moaned as his cock was
enveloped in the wet heat of a pussy for the first time.
Christy had to pause and maneuver around again in order to work
more of the huge cock into her pussy. Finally, she sat snugly on his
thighs.
"Yeah, ride that big fucker," Brad told her as he pulled his hand
away.
"Goddam. Where's she putting it all?" somebody asked.
The room seemed to take on a singular, pulsating moan as the woman
began to ride up and down on the huge cock. The loudest of all was Jordan.
"Ohhhhhh!......Awwwhhhhh!......Ohh, Fuck...I can't believe you guys
did this," he groaned.
Joe wished he were closer, but he could see Christy riding up and
down and Jordan's face contorted with intense pleasure. He wasn't acting
like a virgin, and Joe wondered if he had, indeed, gotten laid, or had lied
about his virgin status. He was humping his butt up out of the chair,
pulling her butt down hard onto his cock, and reaching around to squeeze
and play with her big tits.
He twisted her around so he could suck on one at a time. Joe worked
his way, unnoticed, through the crowd of men till he was right next to the
action. He squatted down to get out of the way of the others behind
him. Truth be known, he squatted down to be closer to the action. He
watched Christy ride up...up...up...then all the way down, and Joe
wondered, too, where she was putting it all. He wondered if he could take
him like that. Not surprising, Jordan didn't last very long. His climax was
the most erotic thing Joe had ever seen. The men saw it and cheered him on
with each stroke then broke out in roaring applause when it was obvious
that he was shooting his load. Christy kept riding up and down his cock,
bringing him down in her own special way.
"Sorry, I couldn't hold it," Jordan apologized breathlessly as he
raised up.
"Honey, you've got nothing to apologize for," she said.
Jordan's cock fell with a wet smack up across his abs, the condom
bulging with his heavy load. Christy was gathering up her clothes from the
men and letting them help her put them on, laughing at their gropes and
feels.
When she was dressed she leaned down and kissed Jordan on the
forehead. He stood up to tell her good-bye. His big cock hung out like a
hunk of rubber hose, the end of the condom hanging heavy with its burden.
"Fuck Me! Is that all one load!" someone exclaimed.
"The kid's a stallion," someone else remarked.
Christy was gone and suddenly Jordan seemed to be embarrassed
with his big cock hanging out and the come-filled condom. He looked to the
bathroom and the men parted to make way. Joe noticed how they all looked
at him when he passed by, in awe.
Jordan came back out of the bathroom pulling his shirt on. The
men whooped and applauded.
"That's a birthday I'm never going to forget," Jordan sad.
"Thanks, guys."
"Hell, don't thank us; we ought be paying you for putting on the
show," someone said.
"I wanta know just one thing; how the hell did you grow a cock
that size at your age?" someone else asked.
Jordan laughed and made his way over to where Joe was standing.
"Wow! That was something," he said.
"Yeah, it sure was," Joe agreed.
Jordan acted like he was ready to leave.
"The party's not over," Joe said. "Not till the beer's gone."
Jordan was anxious to use his free pass to Michael's. He wanted to ask Joe
to go with him, maybe show him around, but he remembered that Joe had told
him not to get interested in the place, like he didn't think he should be
going there. So he waited till Joe's poker night in the back of the pool
hall. He wore a good pair of jeans and his favorite yellow T-shirt that fit
him like a glove. Not skin tight, but he filled it out good. Hiking boots
and his baseball cap finished his ensemble.
Michael's was no more than he expected; a dimly-lit bar with a
raised platform in the center for the dancers. A bank of lights surrounded
the platform, with a brass pole at each end. In one end of the bar there
were small round tables, built up high, with bar stools around them. At
the other end was sort of an alcove, darker than the rest of the place with
stools around the mirrored walls and the T-shaped bar that separated it
from the rest of the place. Jordan showed his free pass.
"I need to see some ID," the bouncer said.
Jordan gave him his driver's license.
"Belated happy birthday, but I can't let you in. Drinking age is
twenty-one."
"I don't want to drink," Jordan said.
"It doesn't work that way," the man said.
"Then how come I got this free pass?"
The bouncer looked Jordan up and down; an approving look. "Hang
on, I'll get Michael." The man went and got the bartender and brought him
over. "This is Mike."
"Jordan," he said, putting his hand out.
"Nice name," Mike said.
"I got this pass for my birthday," Jordan said.
"There's some mistake. I can't let you in as a customer because
you're under twenty one, but are you looking for a night job?"
"I wasn't, but what's the job?" Jordan asked.
"Dancer," Mike said. "Well, dancer-slash-stripper."
Jordan was taken aback but immediately excited over the idea. "I
can't get in but I can work here?"
"It's a deal where you come in the back door and go straight
upstairs to the dressing room. You do your sets and go back in the
dressing room, no wandering around the bar. Which means you can't work the
place."
"What do you mean work the place," Jordan asked.
"You'll see. You don't have to give me an answer right now," Mike
went on.
"You can stick around and watch part of the show before you decide.
Just park that tight butt on the end bar stool and don't move."
"All right, thanks."
Mike took him over to the bar and got him a coke. "That's the
best I can do in the way of a drink," he said.
"That's okay," Jordan said.
"Show's going to be starting in a few minutes."
The lights in the bar grew even dimmer but the lights that were
focused on the stage went up a little, and beams of color began
criss-crossing the stage. An announcer's voice boomed out a welcome then
introduced the first dancer. His name was Aaron. Everyone had names like
Aaron, Luke, Jake, nothing common.
Aaron was a small but well-built kid, not much older than
Jordan. He came out wearing a pair of coveralls unzipped half way down his
chest. He had a good chest. He began to move in time with the music. It
was sensual as hell. Little by little he took the coveralls, teasing the
crowd as he bared more and more of his tight body. He danced for a few
minutes in his briefs then slowly stripped them off, down to a thong. A
few more minutes and another dancer was announced.
Jordan downed his coke faster than he thought. Mike sat another
one in front of him. He took a sip and reared back. "This isn't..."
Mike waved him off. The drink had something in it. Something
strong. But he liked it, and he was pleased that Mike had given it to him.
"Think you can do that?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want an audition?" Mike asked.
"When?"
"Next Wednesday."
"Sure. Hey, I know you told me not to move off of this stool,
but I 've gotta take a piss," Jordan said.
"Right there, second door," Mike said. "Just don't linger; don't
make me have to come in there after you," he said, laughing.
He slid off the stool and walked the couple of yards to the
restroom door. It was a small restroom and there was already one guy
standing at the long porcelain enamel trough. Two more guys followed him
in. He stepped around the other guy and unzipped his jeans. Like he
always did, he hauled out his balls too, and draped his cock over it. He
didn't know why, he just liked to piss with his balls hanging out. The guy
next to him on his right, glanced down.
"Now I know I'm drunk; there's nothing that big that's read," he
said, slurring his words.
Jordan laughed and let the piss flow. Another guy squeezed in on
Jordan's right and looked squarely down at his cock.
"Fuck! I'm not drunk. Is that real? Can I feel it to see if
it's real?"
Jordan put his elbow out to stop the man from reaching for his
cock. "Take my word for it, it's real," he said. He didn't mind the
attention but he was afraid Mike might walk in. When he was done he half
turned from the urinal trough to put his cock away, purposely to show off
to the other two guys in the rest room.
"Show off," one of them said.
"Not so fast about putting it away," the other said. "If you're
not going to let us feel it, at least let us look."
Jordan waited a few seconds for them to get a good look at him
before he stuffed everything back inside his shorts, then he left.
"That quick enough?" he asked Mike as he slid back on the stool.
Mike just laughed. Damian was on stage. He was a heavily
muscled college kid, looked like a football player except that he had great
definition. And a huge bulge in his briefs. The bulge relaxed a little
when he took his briefs off and it was held up by a thong. It bounced and
swung around with the weight of manhood.
"Does anything ever fall out?" Jordan asked Mike.
"It happens," Mike said. "We have Rage night once a month when
everything falls out," he went on.
"They strip naked?"
"Anything goes," Mike said.
"Anything?"
"Anything and everything," Mike said. "You don't have to
participate in everything, but you do need to leave your inhibitions at the
door."
"How do you get by with that?"
"This is a private club. You would've had to show your
membership card if you hadn't had the pass. And we lock the doors on Rage
night."
Jordan watched Damian gyrating sexily about the stage, pausing
often to let someone stuff money in his thong. He noticed that they were
all getting a good feel of his manhood while they were at it. Yeah, he
could do this. Then he noticed the other dancers were still in the bar,
standing around talking to the customers and letting them feel their butts
and all over their bodies and they were twisting around and smashing
themselves against them and letting them feel them up. They moved from one
guy to another as they collected bills in their thongs or jockstraps.
"That's called working the crowd," Mike said.
"And I can't do that."
"No, but you'll rake in plenty of tips when you're on stage."
"What's the difference if they feel me up on stage, like they are
him right now, or out in the bar?"
"Back in the dark, they sometimes get a little more bold about
it," Mike said.
Jordan didn't tell Joe that he had used the pass till several
days later when he asked him about it.
"I used it," Joe said rather timidly.
"You already went? When?"
"When you were playing poker."
"Dammit, I wanted to take you your first time," Joe said.
"I'm sorry...I was afraid to tell you after you told me not to get
interested in the place; I didn't think you would approve."
"I meant I didn't want you to go off on your own," Joe said. "Was
it ladies night, or the guys?"
"The guys were dancing, but there were a few women there," Jordan
said. "You don't have to watch over me every minute of the day and night,
you know."
"I know. You're eighteen. Well, it's going to take me a little
time to get used to that," Joe said. "Did you have a good time?"
"I had a great time," Jordan said. "You know what else?" "What
else?"
"I got offered a job."
"As a stripper!"
"Well, they call them male exotic dancers."
"No shit! Well, you've got the looks and the body for it," Joe
said.
"You're not mad?"
"Well, it's not something you would want to write home to your
mother about, but I'm not your mother. When do you start?"
"I just got the offer. I have to go in for an audition tonight."
"Well, hey, I want to be there opening night," Joe said with a wide
grin.
"Good. I'm glad. I wanted you to be there. I know I said you
don't have to watch over me all the time, but I would feel safer with you
there in the crowd. They get pretty wild."
Joe saw that Jordan was getting more comfortable living with him, and
sleeping with him. It was routine, now, for the boy to strip down and
crawl right in bed with him, and always expecting to have sex. It was rare
that a night went by that Joe didn't give the boy a raging blowjob or eat
his young, tender ass. Jordan liked that almost as much as getting his
cock sucked. Joe had come awfully close to kissing him a couple of
times. It was a natural urge when he had his mouth full of come, to lean up
and kiss him and let him have some of it back. But he thought it would
freak the boy out.
He was jealous over his job at the strip club but Jordan was
happy to be bringing in some money and paying down what he owed Joe. He
hated all those other guys feeling him up and ogling his muscular young
body.
"Look, Jordan, you don't have to work over there," he told him
one night. "I'm writing off whatever you still owe me, so you don't have
to."
"No, you're not," Jordan said.
"Yes. I am," Joe said emphatically. "Hell, Jordan, you're
living here...I like having you here. I like your company and... all that
goes with it."
"I like living here, Joe. I thank God every night that you took
me in. And I like everything that goes with it, too. But I want to pay my
way."
"That's not the way it works when..."
"When...what?" Jordan asked.
"Well, you...you're almost like a son to me. If I had a son, I
would want him to be like you. I would want him to be you. But I can't
act too much like a father, I know that."
"I like it, Joe, when you act like my dad," the boy said. "I
don't mind you telling me what to do, and worrying about me. I've fought
it, but I...." He stopped and swallowed. "Sometimes I let myself think
that you are my dad."
"Aw, fuck, Jordan, why didn't you tell me you felt that way?"
Joe said, hugging the boy close to him.
"Because I didn't know you felt that way, too."
"Now that we know...you understand where I'm coming from...so you
can quit that job."
Jordan smiled at him. "Are you jealous, Joe?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am. It tears me up that those guys are
feeling you up and God knows what else."
"There's nothing else," Jordan said. "It's more money stuffed in
my jock if they get to feel me up."
"What about that Rage night?"
"I skipped that," Jordan said. "I didn't feel right about it."
"That's good to know."
"Something else..."
"What?"
"Dancing for those guys, letting them look at my body, and
feeling me up and knowing they want me so dam bad that they're sweating
blood...it gets me all hot for when I come home."
"And here I thought it was your raging teenage hormones that I
had to cool down every night."
"Stripping is what gets those teenage hormones raging," he said.
"Will you ever do Rage night?"
"I don't know. I don't think so."
"Don't do it, Jordan...not till you know more...have more
experience."
"Is there more you need to show me?"
"Oh, yeah. A lot more."
"Why're you holding back?"
"I want to make sure you're comfortable with it every step of the
way."
"I am, Joe. I'm comfortable with anything you want do to. I
trust you."
"And I'm not going to betray that trust," Joe promised.
Joe came in off the worksite to report in to the trailer.
Jordan's truck was gone.
"Where's Jordan?" he asked Brad.
"He said he needed to take off early."
"Did he say where?"
"Nope. And I didn't pry."
Joe expected to find him at home but he wasn't there. He fixed
supper and waited. Finally, he ate alone; or tried to. His stomach was so
tied in knots he couldn't get it down. He left the table and paced from
one window to the other. He went to the door to see if Jordan's truck was
parked in the alley. He went back to the windows. It was going to be dark
soon. Maybe he'd gone to see his mother. But he always told him when he
was going to visit his mother; he never made any secret of it. Finally,
his stomach tight in knots, he headed out to check on him.
Jordan's step-dad came to the door.
"What do you want?" the man asked in his bravest tone.
"Is Jordan here?"
"No."
"Has he been here?"
"No."
"I would like to talk to his mother."
"I said, he's not been here."
Joe shifted his weight with his thumbs crooked in his belt. He
sighed. "Do we want to go there again?" he asked.
The man hesitated but then turned to get his wife.
"Ma'm, Jordan left work early and he's not home yet. Your
husband said he hasn't been here."
"No, he hasn't. I haven't seen him since last Tuesday."
"Do you have any idea where he might be, for me to look for him?"
"She thought for a moment. "Well, I don't know if he still goes
there but he used to go to the falls when he had something he needed to
think through."
"Where's that?"
"On down the road, turn left at the second cross-road and it's
about six miles. You turn off just past the cemetery, before you get to a
big red barn and follow that little road down to the river. You'll be able
to hear the falls."
"Thank you."
"Will you let me know?"
"Yes. If I don't come back, you'll know he's okay."
"Thank you so much," she said. Her voice trailed off and her
gaze lingered on Joe's face. "Thank you for everything."
"Don't thank me, M'am. He's a pleasure to have around."
He drove hard to the cross-road and threw gravel as he tore down
the six-mile stretch of road toward the barn. It loomed up ahead, a
silhouette against the gray sky. He slowed past the cemetery, looking for
the road, when suddenly he saw Jordan's truck. He slammed on his brakes,
skidding in the gravel, and turned into the cemetery. He crawled along the
narrow, grassy road, up behind Jordan's pickup. He saw Jordan sitting on a
headstone a dozen yards away. He got out and closed the door quietly. He
approached him slowly. He knew Jordan had seen him although he never
lifted his head.
"You okay, son?" he asked quietly as he stood in front of him.
Jordan gazed at his work boots and finally nodded. Joe squatted
down on his haunches and crooked his finger under the boy's chin to lift
his head. There were tears in his eyes, and streaks of wet down his
cheeks.
"What's the matter?"
"You...c-called me son," he said as he choked back the sobs.
"I...I guess I meant it, too," Joe said. He leaned forward on
his knees and took the boy in his arms. The broke out in sobs and Joe held
him tight, chest to chest as the boy slid off the head stone to his knees
to be embraced by the big construction worker. He cried for a moment then
reared back, wiping the tears from his eyes. Joe pulled out his bandana
and gave it to him. He wiped the tears off his face and handed it back.
"Do you come here often?" Joe asked.
"When I need to talk to him," Jordan said. "I don't know if he
hears me; he don't answer."
"Sure he hears you," Joe said. "He's watching over you. And if
you need answers...answers that you can hear, well, there's always me. I
know I'm not your dad and I don't mean to try to take his place, but I'm
here for you, son."
"Do you mean that?" he asked. "I mean calling me son. It sounds
so good to hear that again. I didn't think I ever would again."
"I mean it, more than I ever meant anything in my life," Joe
said. "If I had a son of my own, I would want him to be just like you. I
would like to be your stand-in dad if you'll let me."
"God, Joe, how was I ever lucky enough to meet up with you?"
"Maybe your dad arranged it," Joe said with a sly grin. "Maybe he
turned you in the right direction and I was just there."
"Well, he certainly knew which way to guide me," Jordan said.
"Will you let me?" Joe asked.
"Yes. I've been telling myself I didn't need a dad; I'm old
enough to take care of myself. I am, but...I still need a dad."
"You don't ever get too old to need a dad," Joe said as he set back
on his haunches and stood up. He pulled Jordan to his feet.
"How'd you know to find me here?"
"I asked your mom."
"You went to see my mom?"
"Yes, I was worried about you and I thought you might be there.
She said you used to go to the falls when you had something you needed to
think through."
"Yeah, but now I stop off here."
"Do you want to show me the falls?" Joe asked.
"Sure, come on. Follow me."
Joe followed Jordan's pickup past the cemetery through a sparse
woods to a wide, grassy clearing beside a creek. He could hear the sound
of a waterfall. It sounded pretty steep. They parked their trucks and
Jordan led the way around a bend in the creek where the water came crashing
down the rocks into a big pool that caught the water and sent it
downstream.
"This is where Bear Creek begins," Jordan said. "Come on, I'll
show you the spot I always go to, since I was a little kid. I never knew
anybody to ever go there, probably because it's a hard climb."
Joe followed him around the pool and up the rocky cliff alongside
the falls. The sound of the water crashing down was deafening. About two
thirds of the way up the falls there was a little plateau where Jordan led
the way to a grassy spot in front of a shallow cave. It was quieter in the
cave, and cool.
"I can see why you come here," Joe said.
"Do you want to go swimming?"
Joe looked down at the pool. "I don't think I want to dive into
that without knowing what's there."
"No, that would be dumb as hell," Jordan said. "I meant up top.
It's nice and calm back from where the water goes over the falls. Then we
could come back down here to dry off."
They climbed the rest of the way up, to the pristine water that
seemed like glass before it went crashing over the rocky ledge. Jordan
started taking off his clothes and Joe followed suit. He followed Jordan's
lead, going into the water where it was shallow enough to wade out up to
their necks. He could barely feel any current. They swam, quiet, and Joe
was happy that he had found the boy and could be here with him. He needed
Jordan as much as the boy needed him. When they got out of the pool,
Jordan gathered up his clothes but didn't put them on.
"We can go back down to our spot naked," he said. "It's fun to lie
in the grass in the sun and dry off."
Joe's mind kicked into overdrive as he watched the boy climb down,
his smooth, young muscles rippling with power. His cock hadn't shrunk at
all, even in the cool water, and it looked like it might drag over the
rocks.
"This can be our spot now, Joe," he said as they stood looking down
at the pool below.
"I thought we had an arrangement," Joe said.
"What arrangement?"
"You said I could call you son, and you said you were going to call
me dad."
"That's going to take some getting used to."
"Wanta practice?"
"Sure...dad." He laughed softly. Suddenly he wrapped his arms
around Joe's chest from behind and pressed his body tight against his
back. "It feels so good to say that again."
"It feels good to hear it, son," Joe said, reaching back to clasp
his hand over Jordan's bare butt.
"This is not a good idea," Jordan said as he started to pull away.
"It's okay, don't move," Joe said, squeezing his butt to hold him
in place.
"I'm getting a hardon."
"Leave it there," Joe told him.
They stood still while Jordan's young cock grew to its full size,
throbbing against the back of Joe's thighs. Joe spread his legs apart to
let it swing up between them. The head throbbed against his balls and he
reached down to rub the boy's precome over it.
"Aww, that feels good," Jordan whispered. After a minute or two,
he started moving his cock a little, back and forth between Joe's
thighs. Everything was falling into place. Joe reached back with both
hands and grabbed Jordan's butt muscles to hold him tightly in place as he
slowly guided them to their knees.
"Now it's poking at your ass," Jordan said huskily.
"Leave it there," Joe said as he leaned forward on his hands and
knees. He spat up some thick spit and lubed up between his butt muscles.
He looked over his shoulder. "Put it in," he said.
Jordan's eyes widened and his mouth went slack. "You mean in...in
your ass? You w-want me to f-fuck you?"
"Yes, but you have to put it in first," Joe said. His spit and
Jordan's ball juice furnished all the lube they needed. Jordan pressed the
head of his cock firmly against Joe's hole but he barely pushed.
"You have to push hard," Joe told him. "Harder. You gotta force
it in."
"B-but isn't it going to hurt?"
"Nothing I can't handle," Joe said.
"But I..."
"Just do it, son. Push hard and force your cock in me." Jordan
did as he was told. He clasped his hands around Joe's hip bones and pushed
as hard as he could. Suddenly, Joe's asshole spread open and Jordan's cock
slipped in and Joe's asshole clamped around the head. Joe let out a
groaning gasp but stifled it as best he could.
"That hurt, didn't it?" Jordan said.
"What'd you expect? Shit, son, you're a horse. Fuck, yeah, it
hurts but don't pull out. Just keep going. Give me all of it."
"You want my whole cock in you? How will it all fit?"
"It's up to you to figure out where to put it," Joe said.
Jordan's butt and legs were trembling as he shoved more of his cock
inside his new dad's ass. He watched, mesmerized as the tiny stretched
hole swallowed more and more of his thick meat. His cock had never looked
so huge or felt so long. It seemed the more he buried it the more there
was left to go. He hit something but maneuvered around the obstacle and
drove deeper.
"There, you're figuring it out," Joe said.
"Is it still hurting?"
"That's for me to handle," Joe said.
Jordan kept shoving till his cock had completely disappeared. He
pressed his loins hard against Joe's spread butt.
"AWwwhhhhhhhhh!" Joe moaned loudly.
"Does that..."
"Stop!" Joe cut him off. "Stop asking. It don't matter how much
it hurts, it's what follows that counts. It's starting to feel good. Give
it a minute then start fucking me."
They stayed poised for a moment and Joe squeezed his ass tightly
around the boy's thick cock to let him know it was okay to proceed. Jordan
eased back about nine inches then buried all nine inches again.
"Awwhhhhhh!" Joe moaned again. He eased forward on his elbows and
lay flat on the ground. Jordan moved up over him, astraddle his hips with
his knees locked against his sides and began fucking him. "Awwwhh,
yeah...do it, son...fuck me...fuck you dad's tight ass..."
Birds flew overhead and fluttered to perch on the saplings nearby
and watch. A squirrel came up close and sat on its haunches to gape at
them.
"They act like they never seen anybody getting fucked," Joe said,
laughing.
Just then he felt wet dripping on his shoulder. He thought at
first that it was sweat, but it wasn't that hot and they hadn't been at it
long enough to work up a sweat. He felt it again. He looked over his
shoulder to see tears falling from Jordan's eyes.
"Son, are you okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, dad, I'm okay," he said. "I'm just so damned happy,
that's all." He snotted and made swiped the back of hand across his eyes.
"Sorry."
"Don't be sorry for being happy," Joe said. "Just lay down on top
of me ...don't worry, you're not too heavy...and fuck me, nice and slow.
Make it good for yourself."
"I want to make it good for you, too, dad, but you need to tell me
what do to, how you like it."
"It's good for me every time I look at you," Joe said. "It's been
good for me since the day I saw you at the site."
"You knew, then?"
"I knew then why my life was so empty. I knew then that I'd found
what I was looking for, even though I didn't even know I was looking till I
saw you. I was just so damned afraid it wouldn't be possible."
"I guess we've got my step-dad to thank for that," Jordan said.
There was the quiet again, with the birds and the gentle breeze
rustling the trees on the few saplings. Jordan fucked him slowly,
languidly and it felt wonderful.
"Don't be in any hurry," Joe told him. "I could do this all
day."
"I'm warning you, so can I," Jordan said. The he said, "Next
time...dad....can we do it on your back?" Jordan asked.
"We can do it any way you like, son." His smile turned in a soft
laugh. "That wasn't so hard, was it."
"No. Is it hard calling me son?"
"Not a bit," Joe said as he pulled the boy tight against him with
his head on his chest. "It feels like you've always been my son."
The End
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