Date: Sat, 30 May 2009 13:48:27 +1200
From: Robert Hanlen <strayf.hanlen@gmail.com>
Subject: Building Waiporati

The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental. If male-to-male sexual scenes offend you, then you
should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years old,
the laws in most areas state that you're just too young to read filth like
this.

Stray
strayf.hanlen@gmail.com

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As soon as I turned 16 I was legally entitled to leave high school.

So I did.

I hated the petty rules, hated sitting in classes that had nothing to do
with me.

My mother, who barely acknowledged my existence, signed the relevant forms
and I found myself signed up as a general labourer in the Waiporati
development.

Back then, Waiporati only existed on paper. New Zealand needed a huge new
pulp-and-paper mill in the heart of the forestry district. A mill of that
proportion needed a huge workforce - and that workforce needed somewhere to
live. The gang I worked with created an entire fucking town: the mill,
roads, houses, schools, civic centre ...

We were all housed in basic pre-fabricated bunkhouses. Each cabin had two
three-berth bunk beds and six lockers. Six cabins were grouped around a
large concrete-block ablution block - showers, toilets, sinks. Each group
of cabins, or 'village', was laughingly called 'Tutae 1', 'Tutae 2', 'Tutae
3' ... if you don't get it, learn Maori!

There was a huge central dining hall that ran 24 hours a day. Everyone was
on rotating shift work so you could never tell when one guy wanted
breakfast, another dinner, or lunch ... The food was basic, nourishing and
bloody well appreciated!

It was a tough environment: everyone was living in fairly basic conditions,
there were frequent fights between rival gang members ... but there was
also a brilliant sense of rough camaraderie.

As a 16 year old general labourer, I was pretty much on the bottom of the
heap. A few older guys would look out for me but most of the younger guys
would use me as the innocent brunt of their jokes in order to boost
themselves up the 'brotherhood' social ladder. Yeah, I was the dope who
went to the stores manager to order left-handed hammers ... that was just
after I asked for checkered paint ...

When I first got to the site, I was allocated to a bunkhouse with five
other guys who'd come in the same bus with me from Hamilton. They all knew
each other from working on previous sites around the country - dams,
bypasses ... every bugger was carving up the country back then!

The next older than me was a 19 year old Maori guy named Mat - short for
Matiu, he said. He knew two of the other guys, Dan and Clive, from working
on the Skelt Dam project. Between them, Dan and Clive knew Pete and Neil
from ... aah, you get the picture ...

Anyway.

There was this one Thursday night. The union had swung a deal whereby we
all got the next 5 days as holiday on full pay OR we worked the next 5 days
on double pay. The whole camp was split down the middle - half were going
to take the five days holiday in order to go home and visit
friends-and-family, the rest of us signed on to work for double pay.

Either way we all had cause to celebrate - So that fuckin' Thursday night
before the double-pay started, we all partied hard!

The music was pumped up in the dining hall, heaps of beer and whiskey
arrived and a blind eye was turned to the amount of dope being passed
around. One guy from the Raupawa Black Power tried something on with a
Mongrel Mob dude but most people just laughed it away; it ended before it
had started.

At one stage Mat came up to me with some other guy who I didn't recognise
and yelled, "Y'wanna a joint?"

I just grinned back at him and followed him outside. He was fuckin good
value. No shit ever got to him. He did the same crap jobs I would but he
never complained, just did the job and remained cool.

"This is Finn," said Mat, indicating the powerfully built guy who was with
him. "He works the diggers and shit where they're clearing ground on the
southern terrace."

I followed Mat and Finn back to our group of cabins - 'Tutae 17'.

"C'mon," he said, "We'll go into the shower block, away from those other
fullas."

"What for, man?" I said, "There's blokes smoking dope all over the fuckin'
place."

"Yeah," said Mat, "but this is primo dope, bro. Don't want no one else
sniffin' around to share this with us. C'mon."

Mat had already pulled out the pre-rolled joint and was lighting it as we
sat on the wooden benches inside the darkened ablution block. Lights from
outside created a dim light which just seemed to emphasise the pitch
darkness of the shadows. The whole place stunk of piss, shit and sweat with
a background of soap and cheap disinfectant. The cleaning roster wasn't
terribly efficient ....

We passed the joint between the three of us in silence for a while. The
dope hit my head like a bomb and I was soon getting nicely spaced. The
music from the rec centre pumped away in the distance, the automatic
flushers on the urinal went off from time to time but otherwise it was calm
- peaceful.

Mat gave a brief snort of laughter.

"Fuck ..." he sighed.

I snorted with laughter.

"What, man?" I asked.

"Fuckin' dope," he replied, grinning. "Always gets me fuckin' horny ..."

"I know what you mean," laughed Finn, groping his crotch jokingly. I
laughed it off.

Mat turned his head to me and said in a serious tone, "You suck dick?"

He asked it so matter-of-factly that he may as well have been asking, Do
you like beer?

"Eer, no ...." I stammered.

"Ah, c'mon, man," said Mat. "Me and my cousins back in Makakawa, we used to
suck each other all the time ... C'mon, man, suck my dick for me, yeah?"

He started unzipping his pants and fishing out his dick ... I didn't know
what the fuck to do! This was totally unknown territory - I'd never even
thought about this sort of shit before!

"Jesus, Mat, what the fuck ..." I managed to blurt out.

"Don't get pissy about it, man" said Finn, groping his own crotch
again. "Dude just wants a BJ ... no biggie."

By now Mat had wrestled his dick out of his pants. For some stupid reason I
was mesmerised by the fucking thing. I'd seen guys dicks before but never
really taken much notice. This thing was fucking amazing - hard, throbbing,
leaking juice - a damn sight bigger than my 6 inches, longer, thicker ...
Mat was slowly pumping it, slicking it up with the juices collecting in the
generous folds of skin below his dickhead.

" C'mon man," he pleaded. "Look at it - all fuckin' hard and leakin'
fuckin' cock-snot ... It really needs a hot fuckin' mouth, a slick throat
.... Yeah, c'mon and suck my dick for me ... you know you fuckin' want to
try it ... y'know you'll like it ..."

My brain was fogged with the dope and his voice was becoming so hypnotic
... but some part of my brain kicked back.

"Fuck, Mat," I hissed. "No!"

At that he sprang like a sleek black panther, grabbed me by the front of my
shirt, slammed me against the wall.

"Suck my fuckin' dick, faggot," he spat, "or I'll tell every man in this
camp that you did ... Then they'll never leave you alone. You'll be forced
to suck the dick of any man that needs it! You, want that, huh, faggot? Or
are you gonna be nice and suck my dick like I asked..."

The harsh glint in his eyes told me he was serious.

"If I suck your dick," I asked, tentatively, "you won't tell anyone,
right?"

He released me and relaxed, the same friendly Mat I'd known for the last
month - but he remained standing tall in front of me, hands on his hips,
while I still sat on the bench.

"Course I won't tell, baby," he said. "Just you, me and Finn ... You do a
good job and I might even suck you off ..."

His dick bobbed gently just inches from my mouth.

"Go on," he said, "start by lickin' it ..."

A lot flashes through your mind at moments like these.

This guy was virtually blackmailing me into doing something that I'd never
even thought about. Yet, somehow, I was intrigued. Part of me really wanted
to know what it would be like to "suck cock"! I'd had a couple of girls at
highschool who'd sucked me off and that felt pretty good but I'd never even
considered what it was like for them ....

And here I was with a truly magnificent fuckin' cock in front of me ...

I sorta wanted to do what he asked of me - but I knew it was "wrong".

The moral dilemma was over-ruled by his control: his threat to tell
everybody that I had sucked his dick anyway .... Yet, somehow, I felt that
I'd been granted permission ...

I leaned forward, feigning distaste, quickly jabbed at his dick with my
tongue and pulled away, spitting distastefully.

I heard Finn laugh derisively just before Mat grabbed me by the back of the
head and yanked my face to his.

"I asked you to lick my dick, faggot," he spat into my face. "If that's the
best you can do we'll be here for fuckin' ever! May as well just tie you
down and fuck your arse!"

He threw me back against the wall and instantly resumed his friendly
persona, hands on hips, his rock-hard dick pulsating in front of him.

"Just do it, man," said Finn. "Mat's dick ain't that bad. A lot o'them
other fullas got really nasty dicks..."

"Yeah," Mat agreed, "You suck my dick and you won't have to do those other
ones..."

My dope-buzzed brain accepted the argument.

I leaned forward, stuck out my tongue and licked the length of one side of
his dick. I could smell his musk, taste the salt of his skin ... If I was
being forced to this, then I could think of worse tasks ...

"Ooh, yeah, man," he crooned, "That's better, c'mon, more, lick the other
side."

Still using my tongue to massage his shaft, I also clamped my lips around
the side of his dick and started to suck tentatively ... Mat moaned
appreciatively. As my lips got near the head of his dick, Mat swivelled his
hips 'round and shoved the head fully into my mouth.

"Just keep, suckin', man," he said, half laughing. "You're doin' real
fuckin' good!"

Without warning, Finn grabbed me by the ears, tore me off Mat's dick and
shoved the whole length of his own fat dick down my throat. I tried to yell
but with that damned thing down my throat I could hardly make a sound.
Instead I started gagging violently and trying to push myself free.

Finn ripped his cock from my throat and gave me a backhander across the
side of my head that sent me flying, my ears ringing. As I lay on the
filthy floor, alternately gasping for air and trying to puke, Finn
straddled my chest, clamped a hand around my throat and glared at me.

"Don't try to fight me, mother fucker!" hissed Finn. "You're gonna suck
both our cocks and you're gonna fuckin' love it. You start gagging like
that, just means you're hackin' up more throat snot to make our fuckin'
dicks happier."

He relaxed the grip on my throat and his malice melted into a grin.

"Aaw, fuck, man, I'm not gonna hurt ya. You gag again and I'll pull my dick
out a ways so's you can breathe. Don't wanna choke a good cocksucker, eh,
Mat?"

"Not if he's good at his work, bro," chuckled Mat.

Finn slipped his hands round the back of my neck and head and slowly pulled
me back towards his dripping dick. Resigned to my position, I opened my
mouth and accepted the invader.

"Fuck, yeah," murmured Finn, "clamp your lips 'round the head, man ... No
fuckin' teeth though or I'll bust your fuckin nose open ... Now, work your
tongue around that head ... yeah ... dig into my piss slit, man ... work
that fuckin' cock head ... You doin' real good, fucker ..."

I started working my tongue all over his dick head, wiping the top with
broad slashes, tickling underneath with the tip and digging into into his
slit, just the way he seemed to like. I sucked his dick just the way
Melissa Hartree had sucked me last year ... or at least the way I'd wanted
her to suck me. Although it had felt pretty good - sorta warm and wet - it
hadn't been the mind-blowing experience I'd expected. In fact, that skanky
bitch didn't know nothing about the way a man wants his dick treated. I was
determined to show Finn that I could suck dick; suck dick better than
Melissa Hartree ...

I started working more of that dick into my mouth, rubbing the head against
my palate and working the shaft with my tongue. Above me I heard Finn hiss
with pleasure.

"Sssss - fuck yeah, man! Now you're doin' it ... yeah! Fuckin' workin' my
dick ... makin' me fuckin' happy. Gonna get you so fuckin' good at this
that I'll be slammin' into your fuckin' throat like it was cunt, man!"

My brain had given up fighting. This wasn't so bad. Something about the
musky stink from Finn's crotch, the way that he seemed pleased with me, the
effect of the dope, and the sheer fuckin' wildness of the act actually had
me thinkin' I was even enjoying it. My dick certainly was, straining away
in my jeans, throbbing with delight.

Suddenly, Finn pushed me away and laughed, leaving me gasping, drolling
down my fuckin' chin.

"Just about brought me to the fuckin' edge, man," he said. "Don't wanna cum
yet, though..."

"Hey!" laughed Mat. "My fuckin' turn! He was meant to be suckin' my fuckin'
dick from the start!"

Mat started probing the back of my mouth with his longer, more slender
dick, pressing against the entry to my throat - not with the violent force
that Finn had shown before but somehow more playfully - like he was toying
with me. I responded by drooling, making his cock wet and slick, floods of
saliva oozing out of my mouth and dripping down my chin ... I heard it
splatter on the cold concrete floor.

Behind me, Finn got me to me feet, bent at the waist and still sucking on
Mat's cock.

"Let's get you a little more comfortable," he said, tugging at my jeans. "I
bet that dick of yours is ready to bust free."

He was fucking right about that! It sprang free as he dragged my jeans and
underwear down over my thighs and then freed them from my feet. Naked from
the waist down, I started to go back down on knees in front of Mat but Finn
held me where I was.

"I told you I wasn't ready to cum in your mouth," said Finn.

I felt his thumb drag along my arse crack and press against my hole. I
panicked and tore myself off Mat's cock.

"No fucking way!" I yelled.

I tried to stand upright to avoid being invaded this way but Mat pushed
down on my shoulders and trapped my neck between his thighs. Finn still had
a firm grip around my waist and was worming his thumb into my hole. I
clamped tight and yelled.

"Fuckin' bastard! Don't you fuckin' dare!"

"Clive!" called out Finn. "Shut this kid up will ya? Neil! We'll need that
bench over here..."

Suddenly the dark shadows came alive and there was a flurry of activity. I
still don't know how many men there were that night.

"'Bout fuckin' time this party got started," said someone.

Before I knew it somebody had forced a wad of cloth into my mouth, sealed
it with electrical tape and was I held down, spread-eagled over a wooden
bench. Somebody was behind me slathering arsehole with something cold and
wet, fingers probing, exploring. I was struggling like mad to get away,
yelling, screaming, cursing through my gag and desperately trying to clamp
my hole shut against the worming invaders. The men who were now crowded
into the ablution block were jeering, hooting ...

"Feisty little fucker ..."

"... need a crack at that ..."

"... sweet little pussy ..."

Mat came up in front of and bent down, his face close to me. He looked
serious, concerned.

"Don't fight it, bro," he told me. "Only makes it worse. It's gonna happen
so make the most of it ... It's gonna happen, man. You're gonna get fucked
up the arse..."

I screamed in the back of my throat and thrashed around harder than ever -
but strong arms held me firmly in place. The worming fingers at my arsehole
were replaced by something hard and blunt.

"Relax, man" said Mat, his voice calm and gentle, reassuring. "You started
to get into sucking our dicks, you'll get into this. I did ... It's just
your turn, that's all. Relax man, and it'll be sweet. Push your hole out
like you're takin' a shit ... breathe real deep ... don't fight it ..."

As Mat kept talking to me the room became silent. There was an air of
expectation in the air. The hard cock at my hole was still there but wasn't
pressing forward, it was just there ... waiting.

With my eyes locked onto Mat's I did as he instructed. I relaxed. I
breathed deeply. And I bore down like I was taking a shit....

As my hole opened, I felt that cock sliding slowly, smoothly inside of me.

And it fuckin' hurt like crazy! I swore to God that someone was shoving a
red hot fuckin' butcher knife up inside me! Shit!! I yelled again and
instinctively tried to clamp shut but that thing had opened me up and was
determined to go in only one direction.

"Easy, Dan," said someone. "Let him get used to you..."

I opened my eyes and Mat was still there. I felt tears trickling down my
face.

"That's the worst bit," said Mat. "Keep relaxing and I guarantee it'll just
get better ... Aaaaw, fuck yeah! Harder, man!"

I looked up and saw Finn standing behind Mat, thrusting, plunging in and
out of Mat's arsehole. Mat was groaning in pleasure and thrusting back to
meet Finn's advances.At the same time I felt the cock in my own arse slowly
withdraw an inch or two and then slide back in. I followed Mat's advice
once more and tried to relax - if he could do it, so could I. It still hurt
like shit but something was starting to change. As that dick started to
increase its momentum I gasped in amazement. The pain that had been
screaming through me a minute before was being replaced by something else
... Pleasure? Oh, fuck yeah! Mind blowing pleasure!

I groaned.

Someone ripped the tape from my mouth and I spat out the soggy wad of
cloth.

"Aaaaw! Fuck!" I yelled. "Shit! that's so fuckin' good! Screw my fuckin'
arse! Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

The hands that had been holding me down eventually faded away. Someone
produced a joint for me and I greedily sucked on it. The dick that had
first split me open was replaced by another one and someone else shoved his
cock down my throat.

***

I woke up the next morning in a bunkhouse with no bunks - just a double
bed. Mat was in the bed beside me.

"How y'feeling?" he asked.

"Dunno," I replied. "Kinda sore, I guess. My arse feels like a fuckin'
crater ..."

"Looks like one too," he grinned. "Me and some other fullas got you this
room to yourself. We've moved all your stuff over and that locker over
there's got a endless supply of primo fuckin' dope."

"That's cool, Mat," I said, "but ... why?"

"You liked our little party last night didn't ya?" he asked.

"Well ..." I replied hesitantly, "yeah ... after a while ..."

He grinned. "We'll give your hole a coupla days to snap back into position
but after that, you got a new job. Lotta horny men on this site need some
fuckin' release ..."

***

Later that day, with Mat's cum dripping down the back of my legs we made
our way to the dining hall, I noticed a light outside my newly assigned
cabin. A red light.

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