Date: Sun, 2 Oct 2005 12:33:57 -0700 From: towheadboy lover <towheadboyo@gmail.com> Subject: Take Your Son To Work Day, Chapter 1, Adult Youth This story is fiction and from my fertile imagination. There is no truth to the story whatsoever-except, that I was shopping years ago at a dealership and was taken to a back lot by a gorgeous salesman. To this day I fantasize about him. Wish I had had the nerve to make a pass at him. I swear he'd been released from prison recently and if I could have gotten my lips around his cock I'd bought a car from him at any price. Well anyway. Again, this story is only fantasy. If it illegal for you to read it it please refrain. Act within the boundary's of the law-ALWAYS. Enjoy! Take Your Son to Work Day Chapter 1 "But dad why does it hafta be today?" Chuck said looking out the passenger side window. "Because it's national 'Take Your Son to Work Day' and it will be nice to have you around and show you what I do," Tom said trying his best to sound genuine. "But Rosa don't mind me bein' home. Jen's there," said Chuck still looking out his window. "Common son. This will be fun. You got off school and tomorrow we'll both go to your class and be with the other dad's and their sons and talk about our day," Tom said imploring his son to lighten up. "But sometimes you're jobs boring," Chuck said turning to his dad. "Remember I'm the boss. If I get tied up, there is lots of stuff to do. It's a huge lot. We got the new models in last week. I'll have the guys show them to you, okay?" Great he thought; pawned off again. Within minutes, they where pulling into auto row and onto the Lexus lot his father managed. He'd worked here for all the years Chuck had been alive. First as a salesman, then up the ranks until he ran the place. It was one of the largest and most successful dealerships on the West Coast his father always bragged. Because of their size, they'd gotten the 2006 models early this year and expected the weekend to be busy so every employee was on the lot when they arrived. This mornings meeting was all about the new models. Chuck had been to the dealership many times but had never seen all the employee's in one room and was impressed. "Thanks for getting here so early," his father said above the din as he walked to the front of the room. "I hope all of you picked up a binder from the back table. I expect you to know all materials backwards and forwards. The answer to every question a customer might ask about every 2006 model is in here," Tom said holding a binder up. "Supplement binders will be handed out to each department. Learn them like the backs of your hands. I will not except any excuses for not knowing answers. Got that?" There were murmurs from the audience. Chuck was impressed. The room then went dark, a large screen descended in the front of the room, and a movie played showing the new models. Afterwards his father showed slides with an overview of 2004 and 2005 unit sales figures and 2006 unit sales projections. "I will have meetings with each department to talk in depth regarding the 2006 models. Are there any questions?" Chuck expected someone to raise his or her hand like in his class but no one did. After a moment his father spoke, "We have a great team here and a wonderful product. We are all proud of the Lexus brand. Let's make sure our customers are also proud." His father paused for a moment. "One last thing," Tom said looking to the back of the room at his son. "My son Chuck is with me today for 'Bring Your Son to Work Day.' I'm not sure if any of you also brought your son's with you to work. If you did please let me know. If you see Chuck around please say hi-he's a great kid." Chuck felt like he'd die of embarrassment, as it seemed like the whole room turned around and said hi. "Thank for coming everyone, I'll see you at the department meetings." At that, everyone got up and the noise level in the room automatically rose. Chuck stayed seated as people left. Some said hello, some gave small waves, others nods, and others winks. He noticed most men were dressed in two categories; casual with slacks, shirts and ties; or in dark blue pants and light blue shirts with patches with their names on them. Few women were in the crowed and all those were dressed very nice. His dad talked to a few people then came and got him and they went to his office. He always liked his dad's office. It was high above the showroom floor that you could reach only by private stairway, almost only glass windows, and very private. When he was younger, he pretended he was in tower in a castle looking down on his kingdom or on the Titanic in the crows nest watching for icebergs. As he expected his dad was soon on his phone and Chuck felt he was barely aware of him. Chuck surveyed the showroom watching the salesmen readying for the day wondering how he was gonna fill up his time and not be board to hell. He was stuck here that's for sure. His dad could be here until nine tonight and he'd be stuck here with him. Why wouldn't Rosa learn to drive? She'd be able to get one of the nicest cars in the world. It had been a late night and early morning and almost the moment Chuck laid down on the couch he'd fallen asleep. After a couple hours of phone calls and paperwork, Tom watched his son sleeping and regretted not being able to spend more time with him but there was always work to do. Too bad, he couldn't have brought Jen to work but she's not in school yet. Unbelievable he thought, only a month before she enters kindergarten. Boy, I could sure use her right now. God this hard on won't quit. Can't believe how well she's learning to take my cock up that tight little twat. Gotta stop thinking about it otherwise I'll have this hard on all day. My God look at that ass on Chuck. Christ stop it! I'm not a fag and I can't turn my son into one. Only if I had Jen to throw a fuck into. Gotta stop thinking about this. I have a long day ahead of me and Rosa is spending the night. When Chuck woke, his father was gone, but he wasn't surprised. Stretching he looked at the sales floor seeing a number of customers looking at cars. It always amazed him that so many people bought cars. Going downstairs thinking about finding some lunch, he realized he needed to use the bathroom and thought about going back up to use his dads but was too lazy. He trudged down the long hallway past the vending machines to the large one everyone used going through the two doors and to the end stall. He knew it was Rosa's eggs. They always made problems for him at school. He sat down and he was right, it was the same smell. He needed to tell his dad to have her stop making them. Chuck sat there in no rush hoping to find some graffiti but only some freshly painted walls and wondered if his dad made someone do that. Finished he went searching for his dad but didn't see him so went outside but wasn't keen on bothering anyone. When visiting the dealership in the past people always fawned over him and he hated it. He didn't want to be treated differently just because his father was the boss. Chuck could see why his dad and the others liked the new cars but he'd always liked checking out the far lots because the grungiest cars and trucks where back there. It was fun exploring and seeing what people traded in and were waiting to be hauled off. He liked climbing up into the truck beds and inspecting all the "heaps" as his father called them. Sometimes Chuck liked the old tough cars and trucks and he'd see if he could find any. The dealership was huge and it was a hike but he didn't matter. He'd been exploring for about twenty minutes when he heard a truck get close and pull up an aisle close to him. He zigzags around some cars and standing behind a truck bed watched the driver get. The man was about 40 years old, about the same age as his father, and the same height-6 feet. He had on blue jeans, brown work boots, and despite it being a hot day a denim long sleeve shirt. He had black and gray hair, long gray side burns and mustache. Chuck watched as he left the door open of his pickup and was reading something on the driver seat then turned and scanned the cars. He closed the truck door, started walking around the cars with a clipboard with paper on it and a pen in his hands and was making notes. Chuck watched him for a while then deciding it was stupid to watch any longer and came out of hiding and nonchalantly pretending to look at the cars rounded a corner and almost walked into the man. "Shit kid you almost scared the hell out of me," the guy said backing up a couple steps. Chuck, glad he got the reaction he was after, "Sorry mister, I didn't see ya." "What are you doing out here?" the guy said looking down at Chuck. "Just walking around looking at the cars." "You shouldn't be back here all alone. Who let you in?" He said eyeing Chuck. "My dad works here. He lets me walk around all the time." Chuck said trying to avoid letting the man know who his dad was. "So what you doing back here?" "Lookin' over the lot we just bought." "The lot?" Chuck looked around confused. The man understanding Chuck's confusion. "Not the car lot. The lot of used cars. I auction them off. There gonna be towed soon." "Ooooh. Neat. I really like some of these cars. My dad likes the new ones up front but I like lookin' at some of these." "Well I'm with your dad, and with you. Some of the cars up front are very nice but some of the classics are great. Too bad you don't see too many great cars or trucks back here though. Most of these are only five to ten years old, maybe older. Won't get too much for these," the guy said as waved his hand. Chuck and he looked around the lot for a moment then the man lifted the clipboard and seemed to go back to work. "Can I help?" "Well, not much to do. Just checkin' these off," the man said as he leaned the clipboard down and showed Chuck the list then flipped the sheet up and showed him another list. "What's the bottom list?" "That's a lot I need to bid on. Need to locate them first and check them over. There somewhere around here," he said putting his hand up to his eyes shielding them from the sun and scanning the lot. "I can help you look." The man looked at Chuck and thought why not. The kid seems eager and doesn't seem to have much to do. Plus, he's cute as a button. What's he doing out here all alone? He can't be more than 7 years old. What's that make him, maybe second grade. "Sure," said the man looking at his clipboard. "I'm looking for a 2001 White Ford F150-that's a truck, a 1996 Silver Mercedes E320, and a, what the hell, a Pacer. Can you believe that?" The man flipped more paper on his clipboard and looking at a map pointed a direction to Chuck. "They should be that way. You first." Chuck led the way. All thoughts of his list of cars forgotten as he watched the small boy in front of him. The mop of sandy blond hair. His wide square shoulders, short torso leading to a small waist and hips with an impossibly high bubble butt and very long tan legs. Why'd he wear boxers today? He'll have to keep things in check-if not this clipboard will come in handy. He was gonna have to find these cars and get outta here before he found himself in trouble. "Look, look, is that the truck. It's white and a Ford and it has a camper on it," Chuck said pointing at the truck about five rows down. "It might be, let's check it out," the guy said surprised to see the camper. The license plate and VIN# checked and they checked out the truck. The cab, tires, etc. looked good. Not expecting the camper, it required a going over and pleased to find it unlocked the man climbed in. Unexpectedly Chuck was soon behind him. "So how much does this cost?" Chuck asked looking into empty drawers and a closet. The man having had a hard time concentrating on the camper once Chuck had followed him inside, "You know it depends on a lot of stuff. Maybe $8,000. At auction I might get $11,000." "Wow! That's a lot," Chuck said in admiration. "Yeah, I guess so." "You buy it for $8,000 and sell it for $11,000?" "Yep," said the man mesmerized by Chuck's lips. "Wow! You make a lot of money. Do you do that a lot?" Chuck said thinking. "Do I do what a lot," the man said amused by the unexpected wheels he saw start turning in the little boys mind. "Make a lot of money." "It depends." "What if I want to sell it to you for more?" Chuck asked with even more seriousness. "What happens?" "What happens if you want to sell me the truck for more money?" the man asked even more bemused and but also becoming bewildered. "Yeah. I mean if I could sell you this truck. How could I sell it for more?" The man thought for a second and innocently enough replied, "You'd have to negotiate with me. Have you negotiated before?" "I don't think so," Chuck answered seriously. "Negotiating is giving and taking. You'd give me something or I'd give you something. Like if you want me to pay you $500 more for the truck you need to give me something in exchange." "Like what?" "It all depends on what you think the trucks worth and what you have to exchange." Then suddenly a light bulb went off in the man's head. Chuck thought. "$10,000." The man laughed, "I don't think so. I might not even be able to sell it for that much." Chuck looked crushed. "What you got to give me if I buy the truck for $10, 000," the man asked. "Remember, were negotiating." Chuck thought, "I don't have anything to give, but my dad does." "Who's your dad?" the man asked not prepared for the twist to this game. Looking out a window, Chuck thought. He liked negotiating with this man. He was very nice and though very big didn't treat him like everyone else at the dealership. He didn't wanna tell him who his dad was. "I wanna make it a surprise. It's Bring Your Son to Work Day and I wanna sell the truck for $10,000." "I dunno son. I should know who your father is and all. I mean, what can you negotiate with. I understand you wanna do good and all but from $8,000 to $10,000 is $2,000. That's a lot of money. What do you think?" Chuck looked up at the man thinking hard. What could he give him or do. There must be something. He looked out the window. "I guess there's not much I can give you or do, sorry." The man looked down at the moppet deciding whether it was worth the risk. He didn't know whom the kid's father was yet but the little head was taking over from the big head and rational was leaping out the camper door. He moved the clipboard to his side, "There is one way I can think of for you to earn the money but we'd have to keep it just between the two of us." "What?" Chuck said looking up excitedly. "You'd have to promise to keep it a secret," the man said looking sternly at Chuck. "I swear, I swear I won't tell anyone," Chuck said while crossing his heart. "Okay, okay!" The man said in mock resignation. Putting his clipboard down, "It's a special thing little boys do all the time to big men like me. Maybe your daddy's already taught you how." The man was pleased to see Chuck hanging on his every word. "Your daddy's gonna be so proud when you show him he's save $2,000 on this truck doing me this one small favor." With that the man brought a hand down to his crotch and for the first time Chuck noticed a hardness snaking down the mans leg. As the man cupped the tube, rubbed it down his leg then back up to his crotch, and watched Chuck's unwavering eyes he said, "I want you to play with my dick." The man wasn't sure that Chuck heard him, as he didn't say or do anything but continued to stare at him manipulating his cock through his jeans. Instead of waiting for a reply, the man reached for his zipper and slowly moved it down watching in fascination that the child remained rooted in his spot. He reached up, unbuttoned his jeans letting them drop to his hips, and pushed down his boxers exposing his pubic hair then the base of his cock. Still Chuck hadn't moved from his spot and watched the progression until the man's fully exposed cock appeared. The moment the man's rock hard weapon cleared his boxers it leaped upward hitting the man in his stomach and causing Chuck to gasp and jump backwards hitting himself on a cabinet. Regaining his balance, he glanced up at the man then at his cock then back at the man. "For $2,000 and impressing your daddy on Take Your Son to Work Day put your hands on my cock son and rub it back and forth. Give me your hands boy." Looking at the man Chuck raised his hands, the man took them, and opening them palm up raised them to his cock and carefully wrapped them around it near its head. Chuck was amazed by how soft and hot it was. With the mans hands wrapped around his he made him move his hands up and down. "You're jacking me off son. It is called jacking off or giving me a hand-job. You're doin' real good boy. See the stuff comin' out of the tip. That's called pre-cum. That means your doin' a real good job." Chuck kept looking between his hands jackin' the man and the mans face. He was fascinated by the pre-cum and how red and hard his cock was getting. He liked the mans big hands wrapped around his and how his cock felt as they moved up and down it. "Your gonna make your daddy real proud son." Chuck looked up at the man and saw him smiling. "Can I see a smile?" He couldn't help it. He was enjoying himself so he smiled. "Good boy. Let me show you something." Then the man took one of his hands off Chuck, dipped his finger in some pre-cum leaking from his piss slit, brought it up to his lips, and licked it off. "Now that tastes real good. Nothing like a man's cum I say." Then the man reached down and did it again. Chucks hands had never stopped jackin' the man's cock the whole time but his focus had been on him eating his own cum. He was fascinated yet stunned as the scene played out. The man again reached a finger down and wiped it across his piss slit then without warning wiped it across Chuck's lips. Chuck tried backing up but was stopped by the cabinets. Then the man grabbed his chin and pulled him up so he was looking into his eyes, "Common kid, lick it off, it's not bad at all." Chuck held his breath for as long as he could not liking what the man had done. His hands were still wrapped around the man's hard hot cock but they'd stopped jacking it and the mans other hand still cupped Chucks chin. Finally, he had to breathe, he parted his lips and a fierce exhale escaped and just as fiercely he inhaled. As he caught his breath, the man watched fascinated as involuntarily his small pink tongue reached out and licked away the sticky substance then retracted back into his warm sweet mouth. Finally, his chin was dropped then Chuck let go of his hands and leaned down. Taking a few deep breaths, "Why'd you do that?" "Was it bad?" Chuck thought, "No, but your hand hurt." Knowing he'd gone too far, "I'm sorry; I don't realize my own strength sometimes. But I knew you would like it. Kinda sweet right?" Still leaning over, "Guess so." Chuck looked up and saw the man slowly jacking off his cock keenly watching him. He looked at the cock and the pre-cum leaking from its piss slit wondering why it tasted so sweet when he was sure piss did not taste so good. "We still have a negotiated deal son-you don't wanna Welch now do ya." Chuck stood up looking at the man and shook his head no. He reached out for his cock as the man took his hands off it and wrapping his tiny boy hands around it started moving them up and down and heard the man let out a gentle groan. He was able to wrap both hands around it with no problems and brought it down so it was pointing directly at him. He was fascinated with the fire red piss slit and the copious amount of pre-cum flowing out of it and tried to mix it into his fists each time he came near to it or he'd back off and watch it drip to the floor. The man saw his fascination with his cock head and pre-cum. "Son why don't you taste it again. Lick my cock head or kiss it if you want. I see how curious you are." Chuck looked at the man then at the cock. He was curious but also frightened. The man hurt his chin. He didn't want to be hurt again. But he did like the man and this game. He liked negotiating and hoped his dad would be proud. He moved closer to the man's dick and smelled it and his pre-cum then moving under it stuck out his tongue and let a little of the pre-cum which was dripping off fall onto his tongue. He backed off and bringing his tongue into his mouth and looking up to the man decided he was right, it didn't taste that bad. The man seeing Chuck was going at his own pace and not wanting to ruin anything let him be. But he was worried. He had guys coming to check the lot over, load them up, and work to do. He had to speed this kid along. But he couldn't scare him off either. Look at the little cherub, but then he suddenly thought slut. No, get a hold of himself he thought. He's only seven years old and he still didn't know who his father was. Shit, he's about to lick the head of my cock. Chuck thought about the man. He was being okay. He let him run his tongue over his cock and didn't touch his face. He thought the cock head felt nice and soft, his pre-cum was sweet, and sticky; kinda like cotton candy but wet. I guess he liked me kissing his cock because he is moaning a lot. "Yeah kid, your doing great. Shit, kiss my cock like that. Shit, your gonna get daddy's load." This is fun. I like kissing his cock. I like moving my hands up and down and making him feel good. I don't mind negotiating this way. "Kid I just need a place to rest my hands so don't get upset. Just gonna rest them on top of your head. Keep on kissin' daddy's cock and lickin' that pre-cum off." Why does he think he is my daddy? His hands don't feel bad. He is pushing his cock in my mouth though and my lips hurt. I wish I could tell him to stop but I can't. His hands are heavy and it's kinda hard to back up. "That's real good kid. Keep it up. Give it a couple seconds more. It's coming. You're gonna get your truck real soon. Here it comes you fuckin' slut. Take it you whore. Here it comes." The man pushed his cock into deep into Chuck stretching his lips almost splitting them flooding his mouth and throat with load after load of his man juice. Chuck struggled to break free but no amount of little boy strength could have pushed him from the mans clutches. Chuck pounded on the mans thighs, screamed into his bush, and tried to bite down on the root of his cock, but nothing helped. The steel rod contracted and spit over-and-over down his throat without mercy. Finally, the man backed up a little and Chuck managed a small breath and believed he would live then again the man forced his cock into his throat. Then the processed happened repeatedly. The man was yelling he was fucking Chuck's mouth and throat but Chuck didn't understand what it meant. Finally, his cock, softer than when he began, was withdrawn and Chuck fell to the matted shag carpet in a heap coughing and spitting up specks of cum that hadn't made it to his gut "Fuck that was great kid. You are one fuckin' hot slut. Clean yourself with this," and a piece of paper landed at the man's feet. Chuck picked it up and wiped his mouth the best he could. He looked up but couldn't see the man's face. Out of a fog, he saw hands reaching down then lifting him up and sat him onto a bench. "Sorry kid, the paper is all I got to clean you up. Let me look at you." The man bent over and looked at his face. "You'll live. A little red and puffy. It will go down. You ok" Chuck nodded his head. "Shit, sorry about the rough stuff but you are too hot. Shit, you are one hot slut. Suck a mean cock you do son. Did a fine job you did. You can suck my cock any day kid. Loved fucking that hot mouth. How'd you like being a whore?" "Fucking my mouth? A whore?" "Well, yeah, we negotiated for the truck. However, really, I paid for you in a way. So in a way you are a whore. See, whore's is paid so guys can have sex with them. That's what I did with you. How'd you like doing that? You negotiated like a whore. How's that?" "I dunno know." "Well, I know and what I know is if you wanna negotiate some more you can do a lot of business ok kid," and the man stood up and Chuck watched as he walked toward the door. "But what's fucking mister?" The man turned around, "What I did to your face kid. Pushing my cock in and out of your mouth. Plowing your mouth and throat. Your one little fuck face you are. Did you like me shoving my cock down your throat?" "I guess so," Chuck said shyly looking down at the dirty carpet. "That's a good boy. Maybe you can suck lots of guys if you're real good ok?" Chuck looked up and nodded. The man smiled at him and watched as he turned around and he stepped out of the camper. Chuck sat there for a while wondering about what happened. What would his dad think? Did he do good he wondered. He negotiated more money for the truck but the man said he was a whore. But was a whore bad. Chuck wasn't sure. Would his dad be mad he let the man fuck his face? His mouth and throat hurt but not that bad and his cum didn't taste that bad. But was it worth saving his dad money. He wasn't sure. But it was Take Your Son to Work Day. Chuck hoped he'd done the right thing. He decided it was time to go back and find his dad-he was probably worried about him. Leaving the camper he stood on the bumper and looking out over the cars tried to find the man but couldn't see him. He jumped down, went to the front of the truck, tried to look for him that way and finally saw him a couple rows over looking at a car, and decided to head over and say goodbye. "Hey kid, I forgot to ask you who your father was." When Chuck told him the man seemed uncomfortable, "Sorry kid, I didn't know. I don't think it would be a good idea if you told him what happened here today, ok." "Ok." Chuck did not intend to tell his dad. He thought he'd get mad at him. Without realizing it, he had been looking at the man's zipper thinking about his cock. When he looked up at his face, the man was looking off into the distance and soon Chuck heard some trucks getting closer. "Trucks are here to load," the man said starting to walk to the aisle. Chuck followed him curious to see would see what would happen next. As they turned the corner of car, he saw two large semi trucks coming down the isle both hauling large car-carrying trailers. As they pulled up one truck went far forward about five hundred feet then they both stopped and the drivers got out and walked up to the man and Chuck. The men were both mammoth to Chuck. One was wearing blue coveralls and had a name patch over on the left side as the mechanics at the dealership wore. Chuck tried to read the name but the coveralls and nametag was too greasy and dirty. The man was a lot taller and wider than the man he had sucked, especially in the shoulders. He also was dirtier. His hair was dark, long, and greased back. He hadn't shaved in days, had sunglasses on, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Chuck also noticed when he brought his hand up to take the cigarette out of his mouth his hands were very dirty and his fingernails where almost black with grease. The other man was also big but had on jeans and a tight black muscle t-shirt and boots. He also had sunglasses on and a baseball cap. Chuck didn't think he'd seen so many tattoos in his whole life as this man had on his arms. They were everywhere from his wide shoulders down to the tops of his hand. "Who's the kid boss," the tattoo man said. "Just a kid hanging' out on the lot cause his dad brought him for Bring Your Son to Work Day or something like that." "No it's Take Your Son to Work Day," Chuck piped in. "Don't worry about him. We have a couple loads here. Let's go," the boss said holding up his clipboard. Chuck watched the boss; tattoo and dirty man look at the clipboard, scan the lot, and talk. Soon they were off finding cars and in no time each truck had a couple loaded. He thought there were some real bad ugly cars but there were some nice cars to. He'd been told to stay out of the way but he was curious and when he saw the boss standing still for a moment he decided to ask a question. Waiting for a car that was being moved to pass by he walked up to the boss and tapped him on his leg, "I want to negotiate some more." The boss tied up in work and not expecting Chuck nor this offer and half-bemused by the tot's offer, "Son I think that was a one shot deal. I got work to do. You should stand back." "But I can save my dad some more money." "Well son, I can't afford to spend another $2,000. That's a big hit on my bottom line." "You're what?" "My bottom line. I can't afford to loose so much money. $2,000 is a lot of money. That was a one-time thing. Plus, your dad will get awfully suspicious if I keep dropping my price on these cars." "But I don't got anything else to negotiate." "I appreciate that but you're too expensive. Most whores charge a lot less, even if they are; by the way, how old are you?" "7-years-old and a half." "Well, even if they're 7-years-old and a half. Your prices are too high." Chuck turned and scanning the closest truck and its load of trucks became lost in thought. After a moment, he turned back to the boss, "How about $500 off one of those cars," as he half turned and pointed to the truck. This kid was really his father's son. He could sell a car all right. But what was it with wanting to sell his mouth. He already sucked me off but I could go for another blowjob when the guys leave. Hell, it wouldn't be bad to watch him blow Don and Eric. Wonder if they'd go for it. "Interesting offer son but I'm not sure if the guys would go for it. Tell you what. Walk over to Don's truck and offer to suck his cock. Tell him you're a paid whore. Actually, tell him these exact words. Tell him Jack sent you over as a present. Tell him you're a paid cocksucking whore and want your mouth fucked. Okay. See is he'll let you, ok." He nodded his head up and down. "Don's is that truck," he said pointed. Chuck turned and making sure another car wasn't coming his way turned and walked to Don's truck. He watched as the man in dirty man in coveralls got out of the car and started locking and chaining the car to the ramp. Looking up Chuck wondered how he held on walking around the car hanging out over the ground. As he walked down the ramp to the back of the truck, Chuck also walked back. "Watch out kid." "Jack said I was a present," Chuck said halfway turning pointing at Jack. Dirty man looked up at Jack and Chuck saw him give a small wave and smile. "I am a whore who wants my mouth fucked," he said innocently looking up. Catching him utterly by surprise dirty man taking off his glasses choked up "What!" He looked quickly at his boss and Chuck quickly turned and saw him giving dirty man a big thumbs up and a large smile. Turning back and looking at dirty man, "I got $500 off that car," and Chuck pointed to a car on the truck, "So you need to put your cock in my mouth." "But you're only a kid. You're a boy. You've sucked Jack off?" and he pointed to his boss. Chuck nodded up and down. "I saved my dad $2,000." Dirty man couldn't stop staring at Chuck nor close his mouth. He'd never heard of such a thing. In prison there was lots sick shit but this toped it all. He looked at Jack again who was still giving him that shit eaten' grin. He'd take care of him later. "Where you wanna do it?" Before dirty man could react Chuck stepped forward and reaching up put his small hand on the mans coveralls enclosed penis. Not used to giving up ground he only gasped as hands dug into the threadbare fabric squeezing his flopping dick and pushing it into his heated low hanging balls. Somewhat panicked he looked around and being 6'3" was able to see only Jack, Don, the kid anywhere near them. Not one to care much about public nudity and having always liked taking chances he reached up and while watching the kid boy handle his hardening dick he unzipped his coveralls letting them fall from his shoulders. Falling they momentarily caught on Chuck's hand causing him to look up and forgetting about the dick and take in the most wonderful nude man's body he'd ever seen before. He marveled at the muscles that sprouted everywhere. How they bulged where his shoulders met his neck and arms. His arms reminded him of giant amazing missiles shooting from his shoulders. His stomach had superb ridges that seemed like a ladder which he could climb to a chest that stuck out so far he wondered if anyone could climb it if it were it were a real mountain. He saw dirty man's nipples as if seeing nipples for the very fist time and was in awe with the deep brown half-dollar orbs with tiny peaks. Looking father down he was astonished at how white his skin was compared to the rest of his very tan body when he realized he also looking at hair; quite a lot of dark thick black hair. His eyes traveled farther down and he was dazed to see dirty man's cock. The cock head was about eyelevel and he took in the cock that was defiantly bigger than the other man's cock. It was longer and fatter and it wasn't even hard yet. "Put it in your mouth kid. You're a paid-for-whore remember," Chuck heard from above. Chuck moved forward, and sticking out his small red moist tongue flicked it across the still soft piss slit. He leaned back looking at the cock amazed at its size and wondered what he smelled every once in awhile. He leaned into dirty man's steel hard legs and on the next lick scooped the tip of the head farther into his mouth. The cock was getting harder and hotter and when Chuck tried the next scoop, it was harder for him to get the cock head inside his lips. "Common kid. You want those pretty little lips fucked right. Push my cock in there!" Dirty mans cock was getting harder, hotter and Chuck tasted something bitter. He had not realized men had different sized cocks and their cum tasted different and he was getting worried. Plus, there was something really bad smelling about this man. Then dirty man put his hands on the back of Chuck's head and he panicked, started struggling and screamed into him. Dirty man immediately released him and Chuck fell backwards onto the pavement. To be continued...