Date: Sat, 7 May 2005 14:15:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Labourer, Part 8

THE LABOURER  by Pete Brown.  petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 8

Actually, the next couple of days were more like I'd
imagined it was going to be.  We were shipped to a
site, we worked, I got a few stripes across the
shoulders and ass to keep me going, we came back, we
went to sleep.    I almost started to relax, as the
routine cut in - it's pretty important in life
sometimes to have a routine, isn't it?  You need to
know where you are, and the absolute sameness of the
way that Rooney ran his place, the discipline, the
uniformity, all made me feel kind of safe and secure.
  I'd been expecting to be caned at work, and I didn't
mind it really, I suppose - that sudden shock as the
stroke landed across my butt, the yelp of surprise as
the overseers usually crept up on me and got me when I
was least expecting it (or perhaps when I needed it
most, as I looked as if I was flagging?), and then the
dull ache suffusing my butt and calves as I carried on
working, an ache that served to remind me what I was
there for, and to keep my mind focussed on achieving
the very best of which  I was capable.

The next day, though, was different.  Just Danny and I
were unloaded at some kind of factory complex, and
Ryan, the overseer in whose truck we were that
morning, gave us our orders.  "You two are here to
unload trucks", he told us.  "This place's got a lot
of stock coming in that needs to be taken to long-term
warehousing, and that's in the old buildings where
they can't get pallets and a fork-lift.  So you two
have been hired out by Mister Rooney to do the
unloading and carrying.   It's not economic to have
you properly supervised, so you'll be working on our
own under the instruction of one of the foremen from
this place -  he probably won't punish you if you fail
to work properly, but I will!  We know how much work
you've got to get through, and if I get back here
tonight and find you haven't finished, you can expect
a long session on the horse when  we get back...
You'll need to think about that and force yourselves
to keep up your own work rate, OK?"

"Yes, sir", Danny replied t once, and I echoed him as
I didn't want to provoke trouble.

Ryan and the other guys drove off then, and Danny and
I stood there, until a reasonably friendly looking guy
in his fifties, I'd guess, came up and told us what we
were going to do.  It wasn't hard to understand - it
turns out it wasn't a plant, really, but some sort of
furniture repository.  The trucks would come in, and
we'd be responsible for unloading them and carrying
all the stuff into the store - mind you, that was up
two flights of stairs, and so I knew we'd be getting a
real workout in the calves and thighs that day:  it's
tiring constantly climbing stairs, isn't it,
especially when  I guessed we'd be loaded down with
stuff?

Well, one truck arrived, and Danny and I unloaded it -
it wasn't all that hard, actually, and the variety was
kind of fun: sometimes we carried a lot of little
things up the stairs, and sometimes we both had to
manhandle something big and heavy like a couch.  I
guess we were used to working constantly, without
stopping, and when the foreman came back he looked
astonished that we'd finished.  He was used to having
his own guys unload the trucks, and evidently they
just didn't go at it quite as quickly.

The next truck wasn't due for over an hour, and he
told Danny and me that we could take a break!  It
seemed kind of strange, actually:  since I'd been at
Rooney's I'd never had any time to myself, never had a
chance to stop.  And now here we were with nothing to
do!  Danny seemed really pleased - I guess it must
have been even more unusual for him, as he'd been at
Rooney's longer, and he bounded up the stairs away
from the loading bay to the store rooms where we'd
been moving all the stuff to.  The last thing we'd
carried in was a big couch, and Danny sank down onto
it, gesturing for me to join him.

"Man, this is living!", he said, as he stretched out
his arms an legs as you do when you're relaxing.

"Does this happen often?"

"No, Steve.  But when it does, you need to make the
most of it.  I haven't had a break from work for over
a month, or thereabouts - I can't remember exactly -
when a truck broke down on a site we were all working
at and blocked the entrance.  The whole crew of us
could just lie there in the grass for hours - it was
amazing."

I was sitting next to him, quite close, then to my
surprise Danny put his hand on my thigh, and casually
stroked it up the inside, towards my crotch.  I felt
that tingling sensation as all the hairs on my skin
there almost stood on end - it's some of the most
sensitive skin on your body, isn't it?  Now if a guy
had done this to me a week ago, he'd have been like
dead meat on the floor as I'd have hit him.  But
somehow I'd got used to having guys touch me - we all
washed each other in the showers, you will remember.
So my normal reflexes didn't cut in, and by the time
I'd finished thinking about it, I realised  I quite
enjoyed it as Danny's hand started to rub the front of
my shorts, and my dick responded as you'd expect.

"Cut it out, Danny....", I murmured.  But perhaps it
was something in my tone that made him carry on... I
was surprised to hear that my voice had gone kind of
husky and low, and quiet.

"Hmmmm.... You are a big boy, Steve....", he muttered,
and carried on stroking at me.  An incredible
sensation was going through me as his hand was
stroking my dick, which was now straining against the
tight fabric of my shorts.

Before I could stop him, Danny slid off the couch and
knelt between my legs.  His hands almost tore open my
shorts, then his head went down and my rigid dick was
being suckled by his hot mouth.  I groaned in ecstasy
- look, I'm not a fag, as I've told you.  But as
Danny's lips slid up and down my shaft and his tongue
teased at my 'skin and toyed with my piss slit, I felt
terrific.  And, after all, I'd had blow jobs before
from some of the women I'd been with, and this wasn't
so different, was it?  Well, actually, it was - it was
better, far, far better.  Danny seemed to know just
how hard to grip my shaft, he didn't seem embarrassed
to pull my dick out of his mouth and tenderly 'skin me
back before sliding his tongue all around my wet cock
head, and even though I knew I must be starting to
leak pre-cum, he didn't seem at all concerned by the
taste - the last bitch who'd sucked me had stopped the
moment a few pearls had appeared, and told me it was
disgusting!

"Nooooo....", I half moaned.  Actually, I didn't want
him to stop, but I thought I ought to make out that I
did.  Fortunately Danny ignored me and carried on
playing with my dick, and I was getting more and more
excited:  I had those terrific almost electric
sensations going through me:  my dick was straining so
hard as I was so erect that  I thought it might burst,
and it was almost hurting; and I was squirming as his
lips slammed into the sensitive flange around my dick
head, and then retreated - it was utterly fantastic.
I knew I was about to cum, and started to groan out
loud as the hot feeling spread from my balls.

Suddenly, Danny stopped.  He had his palms on my
knees, and now he looked up at me as my dick bobbed
around just in front of his open mouth.  He was
smiling, almost laughing.

"Is that good, Steve?"

"Better than good.... Fucking fantastic...."

"I've won then!"

"Won what?"

"My bet with Craig and some of the others.  They said
you were some sort of odd guy who was so totally
straight that you'd never let me get my mouth around
your dick...  Now....."

He bend down again, and an incredible thrill shot
through me as once again his tongue began to stroke at
my dick head.  I groaned again, but then reached down,
pushed my hands on either side of his head, and forced
him off me.

"What the fuck are you on about?"

"Steve, there's something odd about you.  We all think
it.  You don't seem to join in properly in the
showers... And it's as if you've never had another guy
suck at you...."

"Well, I haven't..."

"How so?  You can hardly avoid it in the county
jail....  Surely you had a bit of fun with your cell
mates?  I mean, four guys banged up together for hours
on end - what else did you do with yourselves?"

All at once I wished that I'd told the truth from the
start about my indenture.  Now it just looked
ridiculous if I was to say that I was there
voluntarily - they might have laughed at me if I'd
said it on the first day, but now they'd all probably
be pissed off if I said I'd been lying.  Oh shit!  Why
had I done it?  I looked down, and Danny was still
there, held in my hands, looking up at me kind of
expectantly.

"Well, you know... I was mostly in solitary."  Even as
I said it, I knew it was almost certainly a mistake to
compound my lies like this.

"And the guards didn't even try to fuck you?"

"No... I guess I must have been kind of lucky. Or
perhaps they were scared.  I was in for a violent
crime..."

"Up state, where I was, the guards had first pick of
all the new inmates.  And the bigger and tougher the
con was, the more they enjoyed taking him."

I didn't like where this conversation was going, so I
pushed Danny down, back onto my dick.  Suddenly I
realised that the experience I was getting was now
different - Danny was sucking and nuzzling at me just
as he had before, but the sensation  I was
experiencing was intensified, so totally much more
than before.  I realised that it was because I was
almost in control, as my big hands still gripped his
head, and I could pull him up more, or push him right
down so that his nose was completely buried in my
pubes....  I did this, and felt Danny begin to
struggle, and so I let him up.  But the feeling I'd
had as my sensitive dick head had slammed into the
back of his throat had been incredible, and I pushed
him down again.

Danny's whole body started to struggle - I could feel
him trying to  break away from my hands, and his hands
were beating up and down on my knees and thighs in a
frantic scrabbling to try to get free.  It was as if
my body knew what it needed to do  - I slammed my
heels - hard - into Danny's ribs as he knelt there
between my legs, and I was rewarded by seeing his
whole body almost buck at the sheer unexpectedness of
it.  I pushed his head back down, and revelled as his
hot breath hit my balls, and my dick again jerked at
the soft moistness of his throat.

Then I let him come up, but held his head firmly as I
pulled it up off my dick.  He was coughing and
spluttering, and tears were running down his face.
"Steve.... Please.... Please don't....." He managed to
get out, through his coughing and wheezing.

But I was fired up with the sensation - I didn't want
this to stop.  And being in control of him was even
better than just having him suck me normally, so I
slammed his head back down on to me, and my body even
arched up off the couch, thrusting my hips upward, as
if I needed to get the last millimetre of my dick into
him.  I held him there as his body thrashed around a
it more, kicked at his ribs again to quieten him, then
allowed him up.

"Steve....", he pleaded.

"I thought you liked sucking cock, Danny.  It was you
who started it...."

"Steve, please..."

I looked down at him, and seeing him there, totally in
my power, made my already straining dick go even
harder, if that was possible.

"Hey, Danny... I was just getting into that.... And
now you want me to stop..... Come on, boy, get down on
m dick again... I need to cum now...."

"No, Steve, please.... That dick's too big for my
throat....."

"I need to cum, cock sucker - get ready to go down on
me again....".  Somehow hearing me say these words,
the kind of thing I'd never said before in my whole
life, made me feel even more totally sexually charged.
 I knew I needed to get his mouth around me again
almost immediately, as otherwise I'd be spraying cum
all over him -  I could feel my dick throbbing with
the excitement, as if it was almost trying to jerk
itself off!  I tightened my grip on his head, and
guided him towards my waiting dick again.

"No, please, Steve.... Fuck me instead...."

"What?"

"Please, Steve... A great guy like you.  You can't
fool me -  you've been around the block, you know
what's what.  Please, Steve - don't waste that cum
that I can almost feel bubbling up... Fuck me, please.
 You know you want to, and we'll both enjoy it
more...."

Look, having a cocksucker like this attending to me
was one thing, but fucking him... Well, I'd never done
that before.  I'd never wanted to do it.  I've told
you that I think a guy's ass is for one thing only -
crapping from.

"Please, Steve... I want that dick up my ass, Steve.
You're not scared, are you?"

That stopped me in my tracks, I can tell you.  No one
can accuse me of ever being scared of anything!
Hadn't I volunteered to get caned and tawsed as I was
so unafraid of pain.  But why might he even think I
was "scared" of fucking him?  Could he guess that I'd
never been with a guy before?  And if he did, he'd
know I hadn't been in Jail, and that I'd lied to them
all.  Mind you, deep down, I was scared - the first
time you do something new, it helps to have an
experienced guide, doesn't it?  I wasn't sure I could
fuck him, relying as I would be on the experience of
having Rob and Mike fuck me!  But there was no way I
was going to admit that I didn't know how to do
something that all the other guys knew how to do.

As all these thoughts raced through my brain, it was
as if I almost watched myself do it:  my reaction was
so surprising.  Completely without thinking about it I
let go of his head, pulled my arm back, and slapped
the side of his head hard with my open palm.  The
crack as the blow landed echoed around the room as we
sat there.  "Don't you call me scared, you little
fucker!", I heard myself shouting.

Danny's head went against my thigh, and he was
whimpering - that slap must really have hurt him.
"Please, Steve, I'm sorry... Please don't hit me
again, Steve."

This was ridiculous!  I'd acted completely out of
character, I'd hit a guy, a guy much smaller than me,
and I actually felt good about it!  Seeing him
crouched there, his face covered in snot and tears,
his hands clutching at my thigh, and hearing him
begging me to leave him alone, was the most complete
and absolute turn-on I'd ever had.  He was in my power
- I could seriously hurt him and he could do almost
nothing to prevent me, I knew.

"It's OK, Danny.  But watch what you say in future,
OK?  If I ever hear you say I'm afraid again, you'll
wish you were never born!"

He slowly pulled himself to his feet and stood there
in front of me, looking really miserable.  "Steve, I'm
sorry - I didn't realise you were a top like this...
Please don't hit me again."

As I watched, he  undid his shorts and pushed them
down to the ground, kind of hopping around to get them
over his big work boots.  His dick was rock hard, too,
so perhaps he actually enjoyed being treated like
this, one part of my brain told me.    Danny went and
laid across the arm of the couch, his ass towards me,
and he reached back with his hands and spread his
cheeks apart.  I could see his asshole there at the
bottom of his ass crack, the darker pinkish-brown
contrasting with the white of his skin.  It looked
somehow both exciting and interesting - I mean, I've
never really seen another guy's ass like that before -
well, you don't, do you?

"Please, Steve, fuck me!", Danny was saying, his voice
intense and husky.

"Hey, no.... "

"Please, Steve - you're in charge, you're a real top,
I can tell.  Please, why won't you fuck me, Steve?
Most of the other guys think I'm OK! What's wrong with
me, why won't you fuck me like you've fucked guys
before?"

"Nothing!"  Well, it was out, before I could stop
myself or think of the consequences.  "There's nothing
wrong with you, Danny.  And I like you.  You're a nice
guy...."

"So why won't you fuck me?  I'm ready, you're hard...
That foreman won't be back for a bit, and even if he
does, I don't mind if he sees me being fucked by a
real stud like you..."

"No..."

"What's the matter, Steve?  Come on, we're just two
guys together... Let's not stop the fun now....
Pretend you're back in the county jail, and I'm one of
your cell mates... I bet you fucked them, didn't you?"

Oh shit!  There it was again.  Why had I done that,
why had I gone down that silly route of inventing a
past for myself?  And I'd done it twice - I might have
been able to back out before, earlier on, but I'd
elaborated on my story, even.  And I'd look completely
fucking stupid now to tell him that I'd never been in
a cell.... And I guess that if you're locked up in a
cell, you do fuck the other guys... Well, you do if
you're a "top" and don't want to get fucked yourself.
So if I didn't fuck him, he'd doubt I'd been in jail,
and he'd tell the others, and then my secret would be
out...
I  got to my feet and stood there, debating what  I
was going to do.  I had just made my mind up to tell
Danny the truth, when my own body almost overrode me:
my dick was straining upwards, way above the
horizontal (and that's special for me - I mean, you
see those very young "twink" guys on the porn
magazines on the top shelf of the newsagents with
their little "twink" dicks almost touching their
navels.  But I'm a really big, well hung guy, and I
don't care how strong your muscles are, if your dick
is really thick and long, it's hard to get it to be
erect much above the horizontal!    So  I stood there,
feeling it straining away, and as I watched, a small
drool of pre-cum forced itself out of my piss slit and
dangled down towards the floor.  My 'skin was right
back, and I'd never seen my dick head looking darker
and wetter as it was totally engorged with blood and
slimed with  my juices.  As I moved slightly, it
bobbed up and down in reaction, and the already
intense feelings of sexual excitement got even worse.
Almost without realising it I shuffled up behind
Danny, kicked at his ankles with my boots to spread
his legs apart more to get him to a more convenient
height, and pushed the snout of my dick towards his
hole.

It was like a burst of fireworks as my dick head
touched his asshole.  As I'd stood there, holding the
root of my dick to steady myself, and a bit unsure of
what to do, Id' scraped my dick along the bottom of
Danny's crack.  Danny had given a low, long moan and
his whole body had shuffled kind of expectantly, and I
had reacted.  His hole felt so different against my
dick head - I'd never felt anything like this before -
not my own hands when I was jerking off, not the mouth
of any one of those bitches when they sucked me, not
even Danny's mouth...

Trembling with excitement, I thrust my hips forward
tentatively and hesitantly, and felt Danny's ass
resist me.  I pushed harder, and he resisted still,
and then remembering how it had been when Rob and Mike
had fucked me, I pulled back slightly, and thrust
forward quite hard.  I felt my dick head slide into
him, and at the same time Danny's cry at the
unexpected pain really turned me on.

I shuffled my feet a bit to get my balance again, then
slowly and deliberately started to push my dick all
the way in to Danny, all the time listening to his
groans and moans - were they of pleasure, or pain?  I
didn't know, and , frankly, I didn't care - all I knew
was that this was the most incredible feeling Id ever
experienced.  I'd got another man skewered on my dick,
and I was enjoying it.

Look, I've fucked enough women to know what you do.
But as I started to thrust myself in and out, this was
incomparably better.  For one thing Danny's ass
gripped my dick so much  tighter, and as my dick head
met his sphincter repeatedly, it gave me so much more
sensation.  And for another there was the whole power
thing:  I mean, a woman knows that's what she's there
for, doesn't she?  But another guy, well, you're using
him, doing what you want to do to him, and he can't do
anything about it once you're up him, can he?  He
could be doing the same thing to you, unlike a woman,
and it's only your power that makes you on top rather
than him.  As if to emphasise this, I felt my hands
now gripping at Danny's ribs, and my thrusts got
harder and harsher as my body slammed in and out of
him.  Danny was almost screaming, and this inflamed me
even more.  There was no way  I was going to stop
this, until the inevitable happened - I felt myself
starting to cum, and just had time to really push
myself really hard into him for one last time.

I stood there, my back arched backwards, my dick
buried to its hilt into Danny, feeling the heat of his
sweaty body against my thighs, and I gave a great
shout of "Yes.......", and then I knew it was over.  I
could feel my heart racing, my breath was coming in
great gasps, and I knew that, like Danny, I was
covered in sweat.  It was as if my body knew what it
was supposed to do again, as I almost collapsed
forward, enjoying the feeling of my big powerful body
almost totally encompassing his.  My nose was pushed
into the nape of his neck, and my breath was being
reflected back to me, the smell and taste of Danny's
body and sweat subtly scenting and enhancing it.

Danny muttered "Hey, Steve.... That was fucking
marvellous...."

To tell you the truth, I hadn't really  thought about
it after I'd started.  Well, you don't, do you?  One
that passion grips you, your brain is out of control.
But in some way I was relieved to think that Danny
thought it was OK - he'd been fucked lots of times, I
suppose, and so if he hadn't noticed anything wrong,
perhaps I'd done it right.  Well, I mean, a guy
doesn't like to admit that he can't do something, does
he?  Especially when it's something to do with sex.
And I 'm probably worse like that than most guys - I
hate it when people think I don't know what I'm doing,
and I'd been dreading Danny's verdict on my
performance.  Suddenly I felt happy - you know, that
incredible feeling you get after sex as your body
relaxes and you just know you've had an ace time?
Well, it was like that, but added to it was this
feeling of relief, of triumph...  I couldn't help it -
I started to laugh, softly, and to my surprise Danny
started, too.

He twisted his head around and pushed his lips against
mine, and it seemed so natural to thrust my tongue
right in to him and kiss him passionately.  Id never
have thought I'd do that to another guy, but after sex
it just seemed to be so totally right.

We broke off, and Danny whispered "Fucking great,
Steve!  You're a real stud.. . And I like a dominant,
aggressive top to really use my hole like that.... Wow
- once this gets around there'll be a queue of
guys..."

"Hey, Danny - this is between us, OK?"

"You're not shy, are you, Steve?  Fuck me, a man who
can fuck like that has nothing to be ashamed of... And
I can tell you were ready for that.... But you'd wear
my ass out if you went at me like that every  time,
and you'll have to spread yourself around a bit
amongst the others...."

"No, Danny, I don't want it known...."

"Don't be so fucking stupid!  We don't tell the
overseers of course, and there's no possibility most
of the time at Rooney's place - but from time to time,
on the sites and such there's a few minutes like this.
 You don't want to waste them, do you?  Better to have
all the guys know that you're a real top, so we can
get stuck in as soon as there's a possibility...  But
get off me now, will you, you big lump? - that body of
yours is such a weight it's making it hard for me to
breathe."

I stood up, and slowly pulled my dick out of him.  It
was covered with his shit, of course, and as I stood
there I saw a trickle of my cum, tinged with the same
brown, start to slide down the inside of Danny's
thighs.

"Come on, Steve- let's go an find the john and get
cleaned up - if we go back to Rooney's with shit in
our shorts, we'll be punished for sure, as they'll
know what we were doing!"

It felt so add to be threading our way through the
complex, both stark bollock naked!  We carried our
shorts, and a couple of times we had to squeeze into a
gap between two bays of shelving as a forklift went
past - Danny used the opportunity to really press his
body against mine, and even kept putting his head down
to try and bite at my nips!  I just couldn't help
laughing, and trying to break away from him as it was
so ticklish, and the more I tried to avoid his mouth,
the more he tried to get at me!  It was the first time
it had really occurred to me that a couple of guys
could actually enjoy teasing each other by playing
with their bodies like that.  And, of course, when we
got into the john, Danny insisted on going down on his
knees and cleaning his shit off my dick - all the time
muttering that he really liked "serving a top" like
me.  Somehow it continued to be erotic to have another
guy teasing back my 'skin and really cleaning me up
like that - perhaps there was more to all of this than
I'd given it credit for,  all these years.

End Of Part 8