Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2000 16:40:33 EST
From: SykQuinn@aol.com
Subject: Giving Head To The Str8 Stockboys

This story is a pure fantasy, based on real characters. I am the manager of a
warehouse, where we hire temporary summer help. They are typically college
and high school students who are on summer break.  It is my job to interview,
hire, and supervise the part time stock workers. Although I try to hire the
most qualified workers, it does not hurt for them to be good looking with
nice bodies, as well.

I was in my mid thirties at the time of this story. I consider myself to be a
masculine and straight acting, but I do not pretend to have a girlfriend; and
so the workers can usually figure out that I am probably gay, but no one
talks about the issue. I do not come on to the young workers, but I do look
at them, and have intense jerk off sessions in bed at night, thinking about
the cuter of the teen stock boys.

That March, I had hired Ralph to work part time around his college schedule.
Ralph was one of the less attractive boys, to me. (See, I told you that I
don't only hire the guys for their looks.) He is Italian, nineteen, with acne
and a wispy little mustache. He is about five feet, nine inches tall, and
probably weighs around one hundred sixty-five pounds.  Ralph is not ugly, but
not someone that I gave a second thought about sexually. My favorite sexual
act is to give head to young straight or bi guys. But I am kind of picky
about the guys who I like to suck off, and Ralph did not ever enter my sexual
fantasies. I would be very surprised several months later, when Ralph played
a key role in one of my most intense sexual experiences.

Ralph stayed on the job, and worked full time during the summer. I had
recently hired two other young fellows. One's name was Steve, and Steve was
totally my type. He was seventeen at the time of his interview. He was a
senior in high school, and came into my office after school. He was wearing
faded jeans and a white tee shirt. Steve had a bright white smile, and a firm
hand shake. He seemed to be a very confident young man. He was also a very
attractive young man, about six-one, and weighed around one hundred eight
five solid pounds. He is also Italian, with very curly brown hair. Steve has
a ruddy complexion, part boy and part man, as I could see the beginnings of
darker whiskers on his otherwise smooth boyish face.

He was animated in his manner of speech and readily smiled in a friendly way.
His charm caused me to smile too. As he answered my very general questions,
my eyes roved down his solid chest to his trim waist, and to his tight jeans,
showing a very nice bulge in the soft denim of his crotch.  I quickly averted
my eyes when I realized that I was staring, but as my eyes returned to his
face, I could see him looking at me, as if to ask what the hell I was looking
at. Obviously a boy as good looking as Steve was, had been stared at by men
before.

I regained my composure and concluded the interview. I told Steve that he was
hired and could start the following Monday, which was his first day of summer
recess. He grinned again, reached out to shake my hand and thanked me very
much. I hoped that he had not really noticed that I had been checking him
out, as I shook his hand, and told him what time to report to work on Monday.
As he turned around to leave my office, I saw an equally fine ass in those
soft denim jeans.

That weekend I jerked my dick many times, thinking about pulling down those
jeans, and burying my face in that tight teen aged ass crack. I bet that his
young butt tasted good, and I also pictured that bulge in the front of his
jeans naked and in full arousal. And I of course devoured his big Italian
sausage, until he fed me gobs and gobs of str8 teen cum. I looked forward to,
and also dreaded him working with me all summer long. Little did I know what
would actually happen.

I am pretty good friends with a twenty-two year old girl named Lynn working
in the office. She had eaten lunch with Steve and Ralph a few times, and told
me some interesting things. She said that Ralph, (the pimply faced boy) was
always talking about me to the other employees. He told everyone that I was a
faggot, and that he over heard me on the telephone with my boyfriend. This
was a lie, as I did not have a boyfriend, and did not talk to any of my gay
friends on the phone at work in any manner that could lead anyone to think
that I was talking to my boyfriend. I asked Lynn what Steve had to say about
it. She told me that Steve just laughed along with Ralph.

A few days later, Ralph and I were checking a delivery together, and he
started to tell me about his previous boss. He said that the manager of the
fast food restaurant that he had worked in, was gay, and that he had made a
pass at Ralph. He asked me what I thought about that.  I felt that he was
setting me up for something, and that he would twist this conversation, and
tell the other guys that I tried to grab his dick or something. So I just
told him that that the manager was wrong to do that, as people should not try
to impose their values on others, unless the other person showed interest. He
surprisingly let the subject drop. But I knew that he was testing me.

This created a rather uncomfortable situation for me, but I knew that the
summer would end and this crew would be gone, to go back to school. I
continued to lust after Steve, but tried not to be obvious in my looks
towards him. But I know that he could tell, and I got further reports that
Ralph continued to ridicule me behind my back. The night that all hell broke
loose came in mid August, a week before the summer help was to be laid off.
We had a company softball game against another business in the area. It was a
hot steamy August afternoon. We closed the warehouse early and all went to
the softball field.

The guys on both teams brought beer, and a lot of drinking went on throughout
the game. Some of the guys removed their shirts in the late afternoon August
sun. Ralph kept his tee shirt on, but Steve at first unbuttoned his baseball
jersey, giving me my first glimpse at his bare chest and stomach. I could see
a very tight, smooth body through the open flaps of his jersey. Upon more
gazing, I could see a small patch of black hair in the center of his chest,
and a small tuft near his navel, with a thin line of hair going down into his
pants. After a couple of innings, he removed his shirt completely. I could
not concentrate on playing softball. I wanted Steve, badly. And he knew it
too.

As the game progressed I saw the thick black hair in his armpits, and I saw
the bulge in his crotch as he ran around the bases, and in the field playing
shortstop. After the game ended, we finished up the beer. I had lost track of
Steve, as I was talking with other people, when I noticed Ralph and Steve
sitting off to the side in the bleachers, laughing and drinking their beer. I
saw them look towards me, and Ralph kind of waved to me. I finished my
conversation and walked over to the somewhat drunk boys.

Ralph had a very knowing grin on his face as I approached the bleachers.
Steve still had his shirt off and he was leaning back against the row of
bleachers behind him, with his muscular arms behind his head, exposing the
black hair of his sweaty pits. I could smell the very masculine, and to me
intoxicating odor coming from his young body. I was becoming lost in lust,
being this near to a sweaty, bare chested and possibly available Steve. I
could feel my heart pounding in my chest, as I noticed the sweat dripping off
his chest and down his sides. I greeted the two guys, and asked what was up.
Why did Ralph beckon me over?

Ralph looked over at Steve with a sly grin, and then looked back at me. He
hemmed and hawed in a comical manner, and Steve laughed out loud. Finally
Ralph spoke.

" Hey Mike. You are a pretty descent boss to work for, but Steve and me
wanted to ask you a question. " I didn't say anything, but I felt a fear in
the pit of my stomach, but I also felt a stirring in my groin, as I waited
for Ralph to continue. He again looked to Steve, and they both started
laughing again. I wanted to know what was going on. Ralph looked toward Steve
and said,

"You ask him Steve." "No way man," Steve answered. "This whole thing is your
idea."

"O.K.," Ralph finally said, as he looked at me. "Me and Steve notice how you
look at us guys, and we wanted to know if you are gay?". I sort of expected
this question, but was still caught unprepared in how to respond.

All I could say was, "Why do you want to know?". Ralph's knowing grin of
before had now turned into a rather sadistic grin as he looked down at me.

"Well, because Steve and me have a little proposition for you," Ralph
answered.

"Go on," I said.

"You see Mike. We need to make some extra money, and I was telling Steve that
I had heard that some fags like to pay young guys like us to give us head."
Ralph then grabbed his crotch and looked back at me with a very confident
look.

As I mentioned earlier, I was not attracted to Ralph, but I was very into
Steve, and they seemed to be a team, so I took the next step.

"How much are you guys looking for? I asked. Instead of answering me, Ralph
totally ignored me and turned to talk to Steve.

"You see. You see. I told you so, He is a fag, and we are going to make some
money." They continued to ignore me as they slapped hands and gave high
five's as if Ralph had just hit a game winning home run. They finished off
their beer and Ralph looked at me.

"Fifty each to suck us off. We're not fags, but we talked about it. We need
the cash and you look hungry for dick." With that both Steve and Ralph broke
out in laughter. They were having fun calling their boss all of the names
that were said about me behind my back. I would have been happier paying the
full hundred to Steve and leaving Ralph out of it, but I could see that this
was Ralph's plan. And it would have to be both of them. I could not pass up
the chance to suck Steve's cock, and so I agreed. They guys told me to drive
them to Ralph's apartment building, where he lived with his family. I asked
if we would be alone, and Ralph told me in a very teasing manner not to worry
about anything. He and Steve would tell me what to do.

"I am the boss now Mike," Ralph said. I tell you what to do. Ralph was
enjoying this dominant role over me, and I was totally into living out my
fantasy of serving two of my young str8 workers. At the same time. I wondered
if they would be watching me suck each other? Or if we would go to a private
room for the blow jobs. These eighteen and nineteen year old boys were my
masters now and I was enjoying being at their beck and call. They made me
stop at a convenience store and buy more beer on the way. I parked my car on
Ralph's block, and they walked out ahead of me, telling me to carry the beer.
I followed them down the street. They turned into an alley and I followed.
This did not seem to be the entrance to the apartment building. I tried to
ask where we were going, but Ralph put his finger to his lips and told me to
be quiet and just follow them. I could not back down now, and I obediently
followed.

They walked to the end of the alley that was adjacent to the apartment
building. There were steps going down in the back of the alley. I reached the
top of the steps and saw the guys opening a door and walking in. I followed
into the basement storage room. It was dark until Ralph pulled a switch and a
single light bulb went on in what was a dark dirty cellar.  Ralph said that
he had once brought a girl here and she had given him head, so he figured it
was a good place to have a faggot do the same. He told me to hand them the
beer. He closed the latch on the door, so no one would surprise us. They both
drank their beer without offering me any. Then Ralph turned to me and said.

"If you want to go through with this, you have to obey everything we tell you
to do. And I mean everything. Understand faggot?"

"Yes," I said. Ralph said, "Yes, what?" I knew what he meant."Yes sir," I
replied.

"That's better. Now strip naked faggot." I was stunned. I had no intention of
taking my clothes off.

"I don't understand. I only want to suck dick. Why should I take off my
clothes?"

"Because I said so, faggot," Ralph replied. "Remember who's boss now, queer
boy? Strip now faggot or we call the whole thing off."

I weighed my options and knew that sadistic Ralph had planned this and was
taking every opportunity to thoroughly humiliate me. And I had very
submissive fantasies, regarding young straight guys, and so I knew that this
scenario had to be played out.
I was not in top physical condition and was embarrassed as I removed my
T-shirt, showing my naked upper body. I go to the gym and was okay for my
age, but I was embarrassed to show my body to Ralph and Steve. I stood there
holding my tee shirt in my hand when Ralph grinned at me and said.

"Throw your shirt in on the floor and keep stripping." I knew that the floor
was dirty but decided that my washing machine would clean it and I could feel
my cock hardening in my jeans. Then Steve spoke for one of the first times.

"You keep looking at our dicks at work all day. It's time for you to strip
and show us your dick before you suck ours." I opened my fly and began to
remove the belt buckle when Ralph stopped me.

"Don't be stupid faggot," Ralph said to me. "How can you take your pants off
with your shoes still on?" Steve laughed. I reached down to unlace my
sneakers and kicked them off. I looked up at them and Steve said, "Now the
pants, asshole. Do we have to tell you how to take your clothes off? Hurry,
hurry," he laughed.

I quickly took my jeans off and slipped them over my feet, I set them down on
the concrete floor near my tee shirt and sneakers. I now stood there wearing
only my socks and jockey shorts. My dick was not fully hard, but definitely
stirring. I just stood there waiting for my next order. Ralph walked over to
me and got right up in my face. I could smell the beer on his breath as he
pursed his lips to mimic a lisping faggot. "Come on now sweetie. Be a good
girl and take off your little panties."

Both boys laughed as I reached down to the waistband of my jockey shorts. I
took a deep breath and as if having to jump in the cold ocean, I decided to
dive right in and just pulled them down to my ankles and then slipped them
off, and stood there naked, except for my socks on the dirty floor of the
basement. And my cock started to rise. Ralph of course, noticed and pointed
it out to Steve. My face turned red, but my dick stood up to it's full six
inches and was bobbing in excitement.

"What a faggot," Ralph said. I stood there with my hands at my sides and my
erection bobbing in front of me, waiting for the sex to begin. But instead,
they each opened fresh beers as I stood there naked and shamefully erect,
with these two str8 teenagers still fully dressed, drinking their beer and
for the time being ignoring me.

 After a few minutes, Ralph again walked over to me and he put his face up
close to mine. Despite his acne, I thought that he was not a bad looking guy.
Ralph got real close like he was going to kiss me, when he backed off and let
out a loud wet burp right in my face. I could smell the beer and even felt my
face get wet from his spittle, but I stood there and accepted the
humiliation. Steve watched and grinned. Ralph stepped back a couple of paces
and looked down at my naked body.

"You go to the gym all the time faggot. You should be in better shape. You
got flabby titties," he said as he reached out and pinched my right nipple. I
yelled out that it hurt. He laughed and said, "I can squeeze my girl's
titties if I want, right girl?". "Yes, sir," I answered. Both boys were
laughing and drinking and having a good time at my expense. Ralph then walked
over to me and looked at my hard cock. He took his forefinger and pushed it
back against his thumb, and thrust his finger into my hard dick, as if he was
shooting bottle caps.

"Ouch!", I yelled out. "You are hurting me." Ralph looked down at my hard
cock with a derisive look.

"Then, why is your faggot little dick still hard, if I am hurting you?" I had
no answer and hung my head down toward the floor as Ralph kept flicking his
finger on my cock. It remained hard and was bouncing up and down when I felt
some pre cum forming and leaking out of my dick head. I was very excited by
this situation, when Ralph spoke again.

"Now get down on your hands and knees and crawl over to Steve," Ralph
ordered. He continued, "Everyone knows that you are hot for Steve. You are
such an obvious faggot. Well, now you can crawl over to the boy of your
dreams, faggot."

I got down on the dirty floor and began to crawl towards Steve, when I felt
Ralph take his hand and slap my ass very hard. I let out a yell, and both
boys were hysterically laughing. Ralph told me to move faster or he would
keep slapping me. I moved more quickly and found myself right in front of
beautiful Steve. My face was at crotch level as I looked up at his naked
upper body and could smell his body odor and the distinctive smell of a young
man's crotch. My dick remained as hard as it had ever been. I looked up and
could see shirtless Steve looking down at me, naked on my knees on the dirty
cellar floor.

"Suck my cock you motherfuckin faggot." Steve ordered. I reached up to
unfasten his pants. His hard stomach brushed against my fingers as I opened
the snap on his pants. I pulled his zipper down and could see the outline of
Steve's still soft cock. I pulled the pants down and tried to pull them all
the way off, when Steve spoke.

"They're down far enough for you to blow me." I then lowered his boxers and
was surprised to see how hairy Steve's crotch was. Much like his armpits,
there was a thick bush around his eighteen year old cock. And what a cock it
was. Must have been six inches in it's soft state. I took his cock in my
mouth and could smell his masculine young scent. Sweaty balls and teenage
funk on his dick made me forget my uncomfortable position, naked on the
concrete floor of the storage basement.

Ralph stood silently a few feet away, but was watching intently as I took
Steve's cock in my mouth. I sucked it all the way back in my mouth and could
feel the teen's cock hardening in my mouth. I felt it throb and expand until
I had to take my mouth off and I examined the young Italian's hard cock for
the first time. It was about eight thick inches, and I bet that some young
pussies had been stretched out to accommodate handsome young Steve's monster
dick. I grabbed onto the back of Steve's thighs, as I got ready for some
serious dick sucking.


I bobbed up and down and attempted to take Steve's big dick down my throat,
but it was way too big. I used my left hand to jack his cock while I sucked
as much as I could down. Steve was enjoying the blow job. He started to curse
under his breath, and I could hear him as he thrust his hard cock in and out
of my mouth.

"Suck my cock," he moaned. "Suck it, you mother fuckin' faggot. Suck my dick
bitch. Suck my dick." His constant stream of curses and his throbbing cock in
my throat made my own naked dick harder. I reached down and started to jerk
off, when I felt a hand slap mine away. Ralph had been watching me and made
me stop jerking off. I felt like a little kid caught with his hand in the
cookie jar.

Steve was getting closer and closer to shooting. I felt his hands grab the
back of my head and he forced his big dick down my throat. I began to gag,
but he wouldn't let up. I was getting used to him when I tasted the first
blast of cum in my mouth.

"Take it, take it, take it," Steve chanted, as his cum started to shoot. He
started moaning and cursing as I could feel his hot thick cum filling my
mouth, and running down my chin. I could not swallow until he pulled his big
dick back a bit, and I gladly took the pungent load down my throat. I licked
the post orgasm cum that formed on his penis when Steve pushed me away, and
began to pull up his pants.

I had fallen down, when Steve roughly pushed me back, and I was now lying on
my side on the dirty cellar floor. I tried to get up when Ralph walked over
and used his sneaker covered foot to push my chest back down, so I was now
laying flat on my back, with my cock as hard as ever.  Ralph stood over me,
sneering at me with his dirty sneaker pressing against my chest, when he told
me.

"Jerk your little cock. Show us what you look like when you are jacking that
little pecker, thinking about giving us blow jobs." I did not try to argue
and reached my right hand around Ralph's foot which was now lightly pressing
my chest. I began to jerk myself, when Ralph took his foot off my chest and
walked in between my legs. He moved my thighs apart, with his foot and now
had his sneaker pressing against my balls. He was caressing my balls with his
sneaker. And it was making me more excited, as I continued jerking off.

"Don't cum, faggot," Ralph ordered. I was getting very close and quickly
released my cock. "It is time for you to suck my dick now," Ralph told me.

Ralph then said, "One dick down, one to go faggot."  I would have been
willing to pay he full hundred and just go, but I saw that Ralph's dick was
hard in his sweatpants. He must have gotten excited watching me blow Steve.
Ralph wanted to be sucked off too. But he wanted more than just a blow job.
He got off on humiliating me.

"Stand up now faggot," Ralph ordered.  I stood naked and hard, with Steve's
cum still dripping from my mouth in front of my stock boys. I wondered how I
could face them at work the next day. Thank God they only had a week and a
half to go, before leaving. "Look at the faggot's little dick," Ralph said.
"He really loves sucking cock, And he really ate all your cum. That is
totally disgusting and sick. How low will you go faggot?" he mocked me.

I did not answer, but stood there waiting. Ralph then spoke.

"Come over to me now, and suck me off." I waited to be told if I should
crawl, and I decided to just do it, I got on my hands and knees and crawled
over to Ralph. Both boys were amused by my show of obedience and
submissiveness. Ralph was standing a few feet from the now dressed Steve. He
had even put his baseball shirt back on in the cooler, musky smelling
basement.

I reached up to open Ralph's sweat pants, but he had something else in mind.
He did not say anything, but with that superior smirk of his, he removed my
hands from his waist, and he pushed my shoulders down until my face was down
on the ground.

"Kiss my feet first, faggot," Ralph barked out at me. I had had enough.

"I am not kissing your feet Ralph," I bravely said. "I will pay you both, but
I am ready to leave.

"Your cock is still hard," Ralph pointed out derisively.

"I don't care," I said. I am leaving. Ralph turned toward Steve.

"Grab his clothes, Steve," Ralph told his friend. Steve quickly ran over and
grabbed my jeans, jockey shorts and shirt, leaving me naked with only my
sneakers remaining on the floor.

"Steve, you hold on to the faggot's clothes. If he does not do as we say, we
will leave with his clothes and his wallet, too," Ralph announced. I knew
that I had no choice and bowed my head down again.

"Now kiss my sneaker, faggot," Ralph once again ordered. I put my head down
and licked the top of Ralph's running shoe. I continued to lick the
relatively clean top of the sneaker, when Ralph lifted his foot and put the
bottom of his sneaker against my lips.

"Lick my dirty shoe, you sick mother fucker," Ralph told me. If you eat
another man's cum, then what is a little dirt, faggot? I resisted and Ralph
said, "If you don't obey, we will leave you here, and take your clothes and
your wallet. Don't test me faggot. I am serious."  I took the dirty sneaker
in my mouth and could taste dust and mud, but I had no choice.

After only a few seconds of this, Ralph asked, "Is your dick still hard? Roll
over on your back and show us, faggot." I was now filthy from spending the
last twenty minutes naked on the basement floor. I rolled over, and indeed, I
was still hard. Ralph took his now wet sneaker and again rubbed it against my
bare balls.

"Jerk it some more queer boy," Ralph ordered. "But remember, don't cum until
we give you permission." I mindlessly obeyed. I stopped when I felt close and
then Ralph got real close to my face again, only this time I was flat on my
back. He moved close to me and told me to open my mouth. It was like when he
burped in my face before, but now he hocked up a wad of phlegm and spit in my
open mouth.

"Keep jerking off, faggot," Ralph ordered, as he let out another wad in my
face.
"You want to spit on him too Steve?", Ralph offered his friend.

"No man," I am ready to leave here. Is he going to blow you now," Steve asked?

"Okay Steve. We can wrap this up now," Ralph said. He then pulled his sweat
pants and boxers down. Ralph was all ready hard, and in spite his making fun
of my "little dick," he was of equal size or slightly smaller than me. Steve
was no longer watching, as he was waiting over near the door with my clothes.

I got up and swallowed Ralph's entire hard cock. I was able to deep throat
his six inches without the gagging that Steve's big dick had caused. Ralph
was mostly silent and then pulled on my ears as he fucked my throat harder. I
thought that he was getting ready to cum, as I could taste the pre cum
leaking out of his cock. And just when I expected his load, he pulled his
dick out of my mouth. He turned around and spread his ass cheeks.

"Now lick my asshole. Bitch." "Eat my filthily ass you homo! " Ralph ordered.
I did not want to eat Ralph's ass any more than I had wanted to taste his
dirty sneaker, but I knew that I had to obey. He pushed his bare ass in my
face, and I had to stick my tongue in the crack. It was sweaty and I could
feel a furry line of hair, as I serviced his ass. After only a merciful few
minutes of ass eating, Ralph turned around, grabbed my head and thrust his
cock back in my mouth and down my throat. I took it and soon he began moaning
that he was cuming, and he shot the first blast right down my throat. I could
feel his cum, but not taste it. As he continued thrusting, I could taste the
next two blasts. Surprisingly sweeter tasting than sexy Steve's cum, and I
drank it down. I kept sucking till Ralph pulled out of my mouth. I stayed on
my knees as Ralph stood there with his softening cock still near my lips. I
was ready to get up and ask for my clothes back, when Ralph told me to stay
on my knees.

He stepped back and told me to lay down and jerk off. I obeyed as my erection
had not gone down. Ralph then told me to take his dick in my mouth again. I
wondered if he wanted another blow job. But he squatted down over me and
first told me to lick his balls. I did and continued to stroke my cock, as I
licked his hairy nuts. I asked if I could cum. Ralph told me to take his dick
head back in my mouth and then I could cum. I felt his soft spongy post
orgasmic cock in my mouth as I started to feel my balls erupting. At about
the same time I could feel liquid running in my mouth and wondered if Ralph
was cumming again, without even getting hard.

I then realized that he was pissing in my mouth. And I was cumming at the
same time. I had never drank piss before and closed my mouth but had
accumulated a mouthful of piss to go along with the remnants of Ralph's cum
in my mouth. I turned my head and spit it out on the basement floor, but
Ralph backed off and was still pissing in my face, in my hair, and down my
chest. He had drank a lot of beer and was enjoying using his cock sucking,
faggot boss as a human toilet. I finished cumming and just lay there while
Ralph finished using me as a urinal. He then backed off, pulled up his sweats
and joined Steve near the door. He grabbed my wallet out of my pants and took
a wad of bills.

"We took an extra tip, faggot. You had a good time too. look at the faggot
cum all over you." Steve then opened the door with me still laying naked on
the floor covered in cum and piss. He then threw my clothes back in my
direction. Ralph followed Steve out and left the door unlocked and open. The
late afternoon sun shined in on the entrance way to the basement. I felt so
exposed and violated and so very satisfied.

I would appreciate hearing any comments that you have at SykQuinn@aol.com.