Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2014 12:09:20 -0600
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Zach Watching the Cleanup Crew

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		      Zach Watching the Cleanup Crew


It was during my birthday weekend, I turned fifteen, when we had some
helacious storms come through and knocked down power lines and uprooted a
lot of trees.  Couple of days later I was riding my bike and came upon a
work crew cutting up the downed trees to get them out of the way.  I
stopped, sitting astride my bike, to watch.  One of the crew guys was
really sexy. I guessed him to be in his early thirties.  He had a lot of
muscles showing through his T-shirt and very big arms sticking out of the
sleeves.  The sleeves were pretty tight around his biceps.  His chest
muscles stuck out too, even his nipples poked against the T-shirt that was
damp with sweat.  It was sexy as hell. I didn't see an ounce of fat
anywhere.  Certain ways he moved I could see his flat, solid stomach, and
man, I loved watching the muscles in his arms bulge and ripple.

There were other people standing around watching too, but I was looking
mostly at him.  I watched for a little bit then left; I was getting hard
and didn't want anyone to notice.  That night I thought about that guy a
lot.  I wanted to dream about him.  I tried to pull him into a dream while
I slowly jacked off, thinking about him.  I purposely didn't cum because I
wanted there to be a buildup of excitement when I went to sleep; I thought
that would help bring on a dream.  But I couldn't get him into my dreams.
Next day I went looking for the crew again.  I had to ride around for a
while before I found them working about two blocks from where they were the
day before.

This time I had my shades on so I thought I could watch him without him
knowing I was looking at him.  They took a break and he went to his truck
to get something and he walked right by me and smiled at me and said "Hi,
you're back," as he walked on past me.  I was so surprised I didn't say
anything back to him.  I didn't turn around to watch what he was doing at
the truck but a little later I heard him behind me.

He said, sort of quietly, "You must like watching us work."

I looked over my shoulder to see him standing in the shade of a big tree,
drinking a bottle of water.  He was being friendly enough and talking to me
so I eased my bike in closer to him.

"I've never watched anyone cutting up trees this big before," I said.

"Hhmmmm, and I thought you were just watching me."

I was a little embarrassed that he'd noticed that.  "I guess I was," I
admitted.

"That's okay, no need to be embarrassed about it.  I'm kind of use to some
people doing that.  Some are women, some are other guys.  Doesn't matter to
me."

"Well your muscles probably get a lot of people to look at you.  They're
really big."

He smiled, and sort of chuckled.  "Well I have some really big wood to
handle sometimes so the muscles help.  I also kinda like it when people
notice how I'm built."

"It's hard not to notice," I said. "You must work out a lot.  When you move
your arms they look really hard." And I was wondering, excitedly, how he
might've meant having some really big wood to handle.

"You wanta feel 'em?"  he asked.

I instinctively started to reach for his arm.

But he laughed and said, "Better not here, dude, with other people around."

I pulled my hand back and I was kind of embarrassed.  I think he was
teasing me or maybe testing me.  I think my face was red because he laughed
a little more.

"Hey, it's okay.  I invited it, don't be embarrassed. You're a good looking
guy too.  Must get a lot of looks yourself, so you know how it is."

I was still kind of embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

"How old are?"

"Fifteen."  I thought about lying and saying I was eighteen but I knew he
wouldn't believe me.  I was pretty big for my age but I didn't look
eighteen.

"Too bad you're not just a little older."

I didn't know what to say to that, what he meant by it.  I wondered if he
was maybe thinking like I was.

But then he went on, "Sometimes they hire local kids to help move stuff
away after they cut it up.  You could probably handle the wood pretty easy,
you're a big guy for fifteen."

I was thinking, okay, he's talking about their work, he's not even thinking
about sex. Later, though, when I thought about it, I was pretty sure he was
talking about sex.  I told my friend Brady about it and he laughed and said
the guy was definitely talking about sex but it was a good thing I didn't
try to do anything with him because that would be too dangerous with a
stranger like that when I am alone.  He said if he was with me we could
have done the guy together.

Anyway their break was up and they started back to work.  As he was putting
on his gloves, he said, "I really don't want to say this but you are kind
of distracting me and it would be safer for me and the crew if you weren't
here."  I blinked, surprised, and he went on.  "You see, the problem is, I
keep looking up at you when I should be looking at the saw."

"Oh, sorry."

"Not your fault, buddy.  I'm glad you came back and we got to talk this
time.  But it would be better if you go, for a lot of reasons."

"All right." I was going to ask where they would be working the next day
but now I didn't.  He probably wouldn't tell me.

So I went home and jacked off thinking about him, what it would be like to
have sex with him.  I jacked off again that night thinking about him. I
couldn't not think about him. He was so fuckin' hot! Heck, I could even
still smell his sweat. It was pretty sure there was an interest there, but
it was like he was afraid of it, maybe because of my age.  I tried to think
of a way to let him know that my age didn't matter.

Next morning as I was showering I got wood thinking about him again.  But I
didn't jack off.  The more I thought about him, I thought, fuck it.  There
were still plenty of downed trees to cut up, they would be working
someplace, I would ride around till I found them like I'd done before.  I
had to see this guy, hopefully talk to him again, if he didn't get mad at
me for showing up again.  While I was showering I did one other thing.  I
flushed out.  It was probably futile hope but I wanted to be ready, just in
case, although I couldn't even imagine it actually happening, or where it
could happen.  I did one other thing.  I wore my old PE shorts.  They were
getting too small and a little snug in the butt and my thighs filled out
the legs pretty snug, but they still fit fine around the waist.  I started
to not wear anything under them but I was afraid I would get hard and it
would be obvious, so I put on a jockstrap under my shorts.  It would be
safer, but still easy and convenient??just in case?..

I rode around for over a half hour till I heard the distant sound of the
saws. I followed the sounds and found the crew clearing away more trees,
this time in a sort of business section of town.  It wasn't downtown but
there were neighborhood business that had been there since before I was
born, mixed in with houses.  I looked for my guy but didn't see him and my
heart fell.  But then suddenly I saw him.  He was half hidden back in the
green foliage of the huge tree, cutting away branches with a zip, zip, zip
of his saw.  I didn't ease any closer.  I didn't want him to see me and get
distracted, especially with the chain saw, although I knew he would see me
eventually when he worked his way out of the branches.

I sat astraddle my bike pressing my butt down hard on the seat, trying to
imagine him pressing against me like that.  I was glad I'd worn the jock; I
was getting hard again. Fuck, he was so fuckin' hot! I started rolling my
bike back and forth a few inches, just to feel the pressure against the
base of my cock, that part that's between my balls and my ass.  I grabbed
the water bottle off the handle bars and gulped down a big drink.  I was
recapping it when I saw him notice me.  He let his ax down to his side and
just looked at me. I didn't know if he was pissed or if the look meant
something else but it sent a chill through me. I should leave, I thought,
before he runs me off, or has his supervisor come over and do it.  That
would be embarrassing. Suddenly he dropped his ax against the felled tree
and came toward me. I felt such a panic wash over me but the sight of him
moving toward me kept me there. I almost peddled off but I couldn't bring
my legs to move; the sight of him kept me glued to the spot. Godd, all
those muscles!!  And I noticed for the first time, how he filled out the
front of his jeans, how the bulge sort of shifted from side to side when he
walked.  Fuck, what's he got in there!

"You're back, I see," he said.  He didn't sound mad and I couldn't tell
anything by his expression.

"I was just riding around."

"Right. More like you're stalking around."

I tightened up inside at that.  "I'm not stalking, I'm just watching. There
are lots of people standing around watching you guys work."

"But they aren't following us around," he said.

"The streets are public," I said defensively.  Suddenly I did want to
leave.  If I was pissing him off, what possible chance was there of
anything happening?

"Okay, kid?.what's your name?"

"Zach."

"Okay, Zach, I think I've figured you out."

"I didn't know you were trying to figure me out."

"Let's just say I've got the picture. You're a muscle freak," he said.

"You're the one with all the muscles," I said.

"I meant that in a good way. I like that, having people look at my
body. The thing is, the guys are gonna start noticing. And you're awfully
young. So I'm gonna ask you to do me a favor and I'll do you one in
return. You know the old Cotter Park out on the edge of town?"

"Yeah, nobody goes there anymore," I said.

"Precisely. If you wanta see more of my muscles, meet me there around
5:30. Can you do that?  You can even feel 'em."

"Y-Yess," I replied, hoping I didn't sound too excited or anxious.

"There's a huge tree that got uprooted in a windstorm. I'll be waiting
there."

"Alright."

He winked at me and walked away. I was so surprised and excited I could
hardly breathe. I just sat there, watching him go back to work, watching
his awesome butt muscles flexing inside his jeans?..Godd, the things I
wanted to do to his butt!!

I rode off, heading back home, but I took the long way to work off my
hardon.  I whipped into the drive and came to a screeching halt and glanced
at my watch.  I had a little over an hour to get ready and get to the park.
I rushed inside and up to my room and took off my clothes.  I flushed out
again then jumped in the shower. I watched myself in the mirror drying off.
I hope he likes my body, I thought, as I doused myself with some good
smelling body splash. I wanted to smell good for him. I wanted to look good
for him. I wanted him to want me. At the last minute I even shaved. I had
just started shaving a couple of times a week and I didn't really need to
but I did it for him, just in case.  I had to laugh at myself for that
fantasy, that the big stud would actually kiss me?  Get real, I told
myself. Then, what to wear!

I remembered an old pair of jeans that I'd cut off the previous summer.  My
mom had a fit but they were old and tattered and she didn't like me wearing
them as jeans so I whacked them off.  But after trimming the frayed edges
after several washings they got too short to be decent, she said, so I put
them away. I wondered if they would still fit. I dug them out and put them
on. They were snug but they felt good. They were very short; almost no leg,
and they were low rise in the first place so they rode down low on my
hips. I took a look in the mirror.  Oh, yes, they looked good too. Just the
right packaging. I intended to only try them on for a fit and hadn't put
any shorts on.  They felt good and they looked good so I kept them on.
Looking closely, I could see the faint outline of my cockhead.  Besides,
the less I wore the less I would have to deal with, if??..  I added a plain
white t-shirt and hiking boots and my cap and I was ready.

I thought it might be good if I arrived early and be waiting for him
instead of him waiting on me.  Appearing that anxious might impress him.

I did get there early but he was already there.  I rode my bike as far as I
could along the narrow path through the overgrowth of weeds and tall grass
then parked it against a tree and went the rest of the way on foot. The
felled tree was huge; I could see just his head and shoulders over it. I
went around the uprooted end of it to where he stood, leaning back against
the trunk. He'd obviously come straight from work, in his dusty, worn
jeans, work boots, but he'd taken off his t-shirt and put on a light
flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off and open down the front. Just
watching his stomach muscles ripple when he walked was enough to get me
hard.

"I wasn't sure you would come," he said.

"I said I would; I'm a man of my word."  I felt like such a boy in his
presence.

"So, where do you wanta start?  You seemed to like my muscles," he said.

"Yes, you have an incredible body. Your abs are awesome."

"So, do you wanta start there?" he asked, rubbing one hand down his bare
stomach, and at his belt he pulled his shirt aside.

I didn't know what he meant by start nor where he expected it to lead.  I
swallowed hard--he probably heard me--and took a step closer to him.

"Feel all you want," he said as he pulled his shirt wide open.

The way he was offering himself to me made me weak in the knees. I hoped
that's where I would be eventually but for the moment I accepted his
invitation to feel his muscles, starting with his abs that he had so
graciously offered. I flattened my hand on his stomach and he flexed them
for me.

"I hope I get hair like this," I said as I rubbed my hand back and forth on
his stomach then on up to his chest.  "You've got just the right amount of
hair."

"What determines the right amount for you?" he asked.

"Enough to make you look manly and sexy without looking apish."  I rubbed
across his chest and he shivered when I raked my fingers across his
nipples.  His pecs were huge and thick. "Did that feel good?" I asked,
doing it again.

"Yeah."

"Do you care if I suck on 'em for a little bit?  I know it's more than
feeling your muscles, but fuck, my mouth's watering just feeling your
tits."

"Go ahead, just watch your teeth," he said.

"I'll be careful. I'll use my tongue, and a little suction," I said. I
leaned up and closed my mouth over his right tit and sucked on it while I
lashed it with my tongue.

"Aww, fuck, yeah," he moaned softly and he clamped his hand around my head
to push my face harder against his chest.

"Didn't you ever have a woman do this for you?" I asked.

"No. Never did."

"That's a shame, and waste.  But I've read that women don't really know how
to please a man the way another man does."

"Oh really."

"Yes, really.  Maybe I can show you."

"You're awfully cocky and confident for a fifteen year old virgin," he
said.

"Not really. Not on the inside." I wondered how he knew I was a virgin.
"I've been terrified at this meeting," I said.

"Why?  What'd I do or say to make you afraid of me?"

"Nothing. But your physical presence is fuckin' intimidating."

"You don't act intimidated," he said.

"You can't imagine the butterflies in my stomach. But I wanted this so bad
that I conquered my fear."

"I'm really sorry you were afraid of me, or intimidated."

"That's part of the attraction," I said.  I was talking between licks.

Suddenly he tugged my t-shirt up, baring my stomach and chest.

"You still got those butterflies?" he asked, flattening his big, rough hand
on my stomach.

"No. But you hand is making me fluttery again."

"That all, just fluttery?" he asked, laughing.  Then he did the thing that
surprised me most.  He ran his hand down inside the front of my jeans. I
gasped and thought I might faint when he folded his hand around my
manhood. "And I see you came commando?..prepared."

I didn't know what he thought I was prepared for but I was hopeful. I was
so surprised that I couldn't speak. I took his cue and ran my hand down
inside the waist of his jeans but his belt was cinched too tight for me to
go all the way inside like he had to me.

"Here, I'll undo that for you," he said as he unbuckled his belt with his
free hand.  He also undid the top button of his jeans.  "There, that'll
give you more room."

I shoved further inside his shorts and found his manhood. He wasn't hard
but he wasn't exactly soft either.  He was more like hard rubber, flexible,
with some give but he wasn't going to stay that way. And he was big. I
squeezed him gently, feeling his cock coming to life.  Mine was too, way
faster than his, but I didn't have as much cockmeat to fill with blood as
he did.

My cock was bonehard.  His was hardening, straining within the tight
confines of my hand, his shorts and his jeans.

"Why don't we get all of this out the way," he said as he withdrew his hand
from inside my jeans and pulled my t-shirt off over my head. I was so happy
that he was taking the initiative with me. Then he began unbuttoning my
jeans.

I was so stunned I still couldn't speak. I couldn't understand him doing
this. I thought it would be one sided; I never dreamed he would touch me
like this, me or any other guy.  When he started to shrug off his
sleeveless shirt I stopped him.

"Leave that on, will you," I said as I finished unbuttoning his jeans. "I
like the way it frames your pecs and your abs." His white briefs contrasted
sharply against his dark tan.  I dragged my fingers along the treasure
trail down the center of his abs.  "I love your treasure trail," I said.

He laughed.  "Is there anything about me that you don't like?"

"Not so far.  But I haven't found the treasure yet."  I cupped the pouch of
his shorts with one hand and ran my other hand down inside to take hold of
his cock.  "My Godd!" I gasped softly. He had hardened some more and I
could barely get my hand around it.

"Well, you found it," he said.

"Yes, but it feels too good to be true."  I explored his cock with my hand,
feeling all up and down the shaft and encircling the thick girth as far as
I could reach.  I closed my hand over the head and felt the wetness there.
His cockhead reminded me of a baseball. "Dang, can this be real?"

"It's all me," he said.  "Now is there still anything about me that you
don't like?"

"Not a thing," I said as I pulled his cock out.  "Not a fuckin'
thing. Godd, how did you grow a cock this size!"

"Took after my dad, I guess."

"When can I meet your dad?" I asked, laughing. I was so hot and excited my
hands were trembling as I tugged on his jeans. I was also anxious. I
couldn't believe my luck on this, my very first time.  I'd always thought
it would be with some other guy closer to my age, not a god like this. I
went down on my haunches as I pulled his shorts and jeans down. His cock
loomed overhead like a battering ram.  His heavy balls were closer and
that's where I started. I pressed my face against them and nuzzled in the
apex of his huge thighs. Breathing in his male musk made me heady, like I
was on some kind of drug.  I licked the warm flesh there and came away with
a deliciously salty taste.  I licked under his balls to the other side.  I
washed him with my tongue.

"Geezuss, I was thinking I should've showered, but maybe not," he said.

"You did the right thing," I said. "You still smell good from your
deodorant."

"It's body splash," he said.

I turned my attention to his balls, kissing and licking them all over. When
I had them all wet I sucked one into my mouth.

"Fuck, yeah, suck 'em," he murmured. "You don't have to be so gentle, my
nuts are pretty tough."

I sucked harder, mauling it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. His
groan sounded a little pained but he put his hand on my head to push my
face harder into his groin. After a moment I popped that one free and
sucked in the other one.

"Yeah, that one was getting jealous," he said.

I worked on the big nut till he eased my head back.  I thought I might've
been hurting him.

"Let's see if we can get them both in your mouth," he said.

I eagerly dropped my jaw as far as I could and he stuffed both of his balls
in my mouth.  He pressed on the back of my head and smashed my face hard in
his groin and I sucked hard, trying to draw them against my throat. I was
so excited and happy that my eyes were welling up.  I hoped he didn't
notice, but he did when I groaned with happiness.

"Hey, what's this?" he asked as he swiped the tears from the corners of my
eyes.

I didn't let go of his balls to answer him; I smashed my face even harder
in his groin and wrapped my arms around his massive thighs to hold myself
in tight.  He said his balls were tough so I sucked and mauled them
unmercifully with his huge cock looming overhead. I wanted it so bad but
his balls were my main attraction at the moment, because he seemed to like
what I was doing to them and I wanted to make this big stud happy. He was
groaning softly as he stroked his cock at the same time. Even his hand was
so sexy.

I was still fluttery inside just from the anticipation of getting to his
cock but he wouldn't let me release his balls.  When he finally did I
grabbed hold of his cock with both hands and pulled it down level with my
mouth. I couldn't reach my fingers all the way around it now but I could
actually hold it with both hands and the head still stuck out of my fist. I
eyed the bulbous head, praying that I would be able to get it in my
mouth. I noticed the ball juice flowing from the wide slit and quickly
licked it off.  I was immediately and forever hooked. I thought if I
squeezed his cock more would come out.  I was right and I lapped up the
delicious juice like a puppy lapping warm milk.  It tasted so good. His
hand was still on the back of my head and I thought he was anxious for me
to take his cock in my mouth; he was no more anxious that I was.  I wet my
lips and slid them over the wide head and tasted even more precum.  I tried
to suck more out but he was more anxious for me to suck his cock.  I
happily obliged and began moving my mouth back and forth on the thick
shaft.

Oh, Godd, I'm doing it, I thought. I'm actually sucking cock!

I could barely believe my good fortune and I thanked the gods for sending
me this magnificent stallion of a man for my very first experience. He
liked what I was doing, moaned that he loved my tongue.  At the same time
he was sliding his cock back and forth between my lips like he was fucking
my mouth.  I was amazed how distended my lips were around the awesome
girth.

"Fuck, you're good, kid," he said in a husky voice.  "You sure you've never
done this before?"

I shook my head no. I hadn't told him I was a virgin, he pegged that.  I
was so glad that he was happy with what I was doing to him.

"So you never took a load before," he said.

I shook my head again and he smiled.

"You know you gotta swallow," he said.  "It's not polite to spit a guy's
cum out after he's given it to you."

I nodded eagerly, but with a knot of fear in my stomach.  I hadn't even
thought that far ahead. Of course he was going to come, that was the whole
point, but I hadn't pictured it in my mind that I would actually have my
mouth full of cum, let alone have to swallow the stuff.  Fearful as I was,
I was undaunted.  I didn't want to make the guy mad or even disappoint him.
Of course I would take his load and I would gulp it down like a milkshake.

Undaunted, I sucked all the harder, more eagerly.  The head of his cock
kept pushing against the back of my throat, like he wanted to push it
through but I was careful to avoid that.  I was frightened of having
anything as big as his cock shoved down my throat.  Even if I didn't die
from it, if I passed out that would be embarrassing. But then he did the
scariest thing.  He clasped both hands around my head and held me perfectly
still.

"Let's try to push through," he said, pressing his cock against the opening
of my throat.

I was terrified but I couldn't bring myself to resist.  Determined, I let
him hold my head to be impaled at his will.

I wanted to do this; thinking that if I was able to take this stud's big
cock, there wouldn't be a cock I couldn't handle. I had no clue where or
when the next big cock would come into my life but I knew deep down that
sucking cock was going to be a big part of my life.

He kept telling me not to panic, and to breathe through my nose, which I
did, and it worked beautifully. Inch by inch, his cock pushed through and
sank deeper and deeper into my throat, till I felt his hairy balls pressing
against my chin. I was nearly teary-eyed happy as I felt the thick cudgel
throb hard in my throat.  He held me there for a long moment, he said to
let me get used to it, then he told me, okay, I could start sucking him.  I
didn't do much; it was more him fucking my throat, which was fine with me.
I was just so happy to be there on my knees in front of this magnificent
specimen, and having him use me for his pleasure.

As I relaxed more and my throat opened up I was able to suck him in rhythm
to him fucking my mouth. I loved it.  I was drooling, and choked on my spit
more than on his cock.  Soon he was using me to the fullest, fucking my
mouth with full-cock strokes, bringing up tons of spit that ran down my
chin.  I realize I was groaning with pleasure, along with him.

"Fuck, kid, you are awesome at this.  I'm glad you pursued me the way you
did," he said.

I was glad too.  I gave him the best I could, thankful for the opportunity
and the practice, for I intended to become the best little cocksucker I
could be. After several minutes I heard his breathing becoming ragged and
realized that it was likely because he was working up a load.  A surge of
panic went through me but I held on, determined to see it through to the
end, whatever form that might take.  There was little doubt that he would
cum in my mouth and I wondered what his cum would taste like.

He cupped my chin in his hand to tilt my head upward a little and I looked
up at him.

"Listen, kid, you're getting me close. I'm gonna cum in your mouth, I don't
know if you can take it in your throat."

I nodded and he smiled.

Nothing else was said till several minutes later when he grunted and
groaned and told me it was coming.  I braced myself, so excited I could
hardly breathe.  Seconds later his cock swelled in my throat and he eased
it back just in time for the first salvo of warm semen to blast against the
roof of my mouth.  I was surprised at the force of it, as well as the
volume.  The second one covered my tongue completely and I was getting my
first taste of someone else's cum.  I liked it. His big cock kept belching
out thick streams of cum till it felt like my cheeks were bulging and I
felt the need to swallow.  It was more than a little surprised how easily
the stuff slithered down my throat. I forgot how many but I did count seven
powerful surges of the stuff spurting in my mouth.

He held my head in his hands till his cock began to deflate.  It never did
go all the way down but it lost its rigidity and that's when I felt the
man's legs trembling. He pulled his cock free and staggered back a step.

"Geezuss, you got my legs to shaking," he said, laughing.

I rested back on my haunches, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and
wiping away the wet from my eyes. He had his bandanna out, wiping his cock.
When he had his jeans pulled up he put his hand out to pull me to my feet.

"I've had a few blowjobs in my time but never one like that," he said.

"I'm glad," I managed. I was still swallowing spit, trying to wash the last
of his cum down.

He took out a pack of gum and offered it to me. "Here, this will help you
get rid of the taste."

"No, I like it," I said, brushing his hand away.

He laughed and ruffled my hair. "Fuck, you are a true cum-slut.  And this
was your first time?"

"Yes, but it won't be my last," I said.

"Good," he said as he dug a business card out of his pocket and handed it
to me. "Here.  When you get hungry again--or thirsty--give me a call, we'll
see if we can arrange something."

He thanked me as he was leaving. He didn't need to; it was my privilege.  I
pocketed the card and retrieved my bike. He said when I get hungry?..I was
hungry already.  I knew I would be calling him tomorrow.

				  The end