Date: Sun, 09 Aug 1998 06:33:56 PDT
From: chevy texas <chevy_texas@hotmail.com>
Subject: Day Labor

				 Day Labor

It was a hot, sunny Texas day, the kind that sweats it outa you early in
the morning. I wanted to get my garage painted and knew it'd take some time
working by myself. While I was at the paint store, I noticed a group of men
on the corner across the street. Most were grown and wore professional
painters' outfits stained with years of work. Some looked more like lost
boys, anxious and very directly eyeballing me the second I got out of my
car. I saw a couple that looked more like they would do about anything to
get out of the heat, but went in and got my paint.

"So, what's the story with all the guys across the street?" I asked the
salesman. He looked out the window at the milling crowd. "Shoot, they stand
there everyday from about four in the morning, sometimes," he explained.
"They'll scrape, or paint for about a day without a foreman (meaning he
figured I'd need help), and then wander off." He winked broadly at me,
"Some of `em 'r so green they wouldn't know which end of the brush to hold
in their hand. They'd be the cheapest but you'd have to train `em, "he said
winking again. I thanked him and loaded up my paint and brushes.

As I unlocked the car, I heard a throat clear behind me. I almost dropped
the cans. Turning, I saw the youngest of the crowd had gotten brave enough
to cross the street and see if I needed help. He wasn't very tall, but had
a good build. His latino dark-fringed lashes made his eyes almost girlish,
but he stuck out his chest. "Hey, man that's a lotta paint. You doin'
something big?"

"Nah," I replied, taking in his broad body, good shoulders in a tight white
strap tee that showed off his cinnamon skin, chest and arms. "Just gonna
paint my garage, no real paint job." Immediately he moved closer, I could
smell his tangy sweat. "Yeah, but you gonna scrape, right? You gotta get
the old paint off first, dude."

Swallowing hard, I couldn't resist asking as he inched closer, "Well, how
much do you charge?" I felt like I was closing with a hooker. "Oh, man, not
much! I just need the bread bad, y'know? Maybe fifty dollars for all day?
You won' have to feed me, I promise I know what I'm doin'!"

"Fifty dollars! I haven't got it, mano, or I'd hire you to paint the whole
thing." I was worried `cause now I really wanted to get him home. I guess
he saw that, `cause he fired right back, "OK, no sweat! I'll help you for
five bucks an hour if you can let me work at least six hours, deal?" Well,
thirty bucks was cheaper and about all I could manage, but I said, "OK,
deal!" and he ran to jump into the other side of the jeep before I changed
my mind.

On our way down the street, he leaned in very close with his hand stuck
out. "Hey, I'm Frankie, my buds call me Paco." I took his hand, and instead
of shaking he squeezed mine firmly and slowly. I nearly had a wreck.
Amused, he slumped back in the air conditioning of the truck and sprawled,
his eyes closed and hand dangling over his crotch which, despite the baggy
white painters pants, showed some pretty big equipment curves.

We got home and unloaded the truck. He took the stuff into my back yard,
which is surrounded by a twelve-foot privacy fence and filled with a nice
garden of honeysuckle and banana trees. "Gee, man, this is a cool yard!"
Paco's eyes narrowed appreciatively as he spoke, "Maaaan, you should get a
hot tub! A yard this private, nobody'd see ya and you could just skinnydip
and make love!" He turned to mixing the paint but I already had a huge
hardon in my jeans just thinking of him, naked in the garden soaking in
that hottub I was going out to buy right now...

"Hey!" his shout erupted in my daydream. "where you want me to start,
dude?" I showed him to the remotest part of the backyard garage wall.
Looking straight at me, he reached down to his waistline with both hands
crossed and stripped his tee off his firm brown torso. The pecs were firm
and round, hairless with little bullet nipples. I could swear they were
already hard! Then he reached down to his fly, popping the first button,
"Dude, it's too hot to work without airin' out, know what I mean?"  He
grinned as my eyes automatically moved across his smooth-skinned torso to
the fine dark hair in the tan V of his fly. He moved his hand down across
his hips and came up with a sweat-soaked hand.

I don't know how it happened but I stopped his hand in middair. He just
kept smiling like he knew why I was taking his hand, turning it palm out
and raising it to my lips, as I licked the mansweat off his fingers. "Dude!
You need it bad, doncha?" He seemed genuinely pleased that he'd figured me
out. "Me too! G'head, work it out, man, I like dudes who go for what they
want."

With this permission, I popped the rest of his fly buttons with both hands,
peeled down the jeans which held tight to his muscular butt but fell away
around his thick muscular thighs to his Nikes. His manhood, his cock was
like golden spear, all fat and tied to a nice brown small ballsac,
surrounded in a sweaty moist halo of straight dark hair. I stroked his head
with my hand and he grunted in a happy way as a gusher of clear pre-cum
welled up over his dickhead. I slathered his whole dick with the slippery
handful and then bent over to taste it.

He took both his hands and pushed me down to my knees as he pushed his
bronze pole in past my tongue, enjoying it as I sucked down hard on the
whole length in my throat. "Man! You sure know how to use your mouth, guy!
That's fucking fantastic!" He kept pushing deeper into my gagging throat,
then pulling almost out, letting me taste all the salty precum he was
pumping out.

Meanwhile, with his encouragement I had opened my Levis and pulled out my
own long prick to beat off with him. He kept encouraging me, pinching my
tits gently then hard, then pulling my head down on his dick rhythmically,
all the while chanting, "Yeah, yeah man suck that cock, my dick is so hot
in your fuckin' mouth, yeah baby jack that long ol' dick off, man I wanna
see you shoot a load, man!"

The horny litany of sex talk combined with his regular strokes and pushing
his balls up under my lip while he fucked my face really sent me over the
edge. I got a good volume of suction up on his head and when he pinched my
left nip I squeezed and grunted and spewed out about a quart of hot cum all
over his Nikes and the grass and my jeans.

"Dude! Love that cum, now *suck* me, suck all that juice outa my nut man,
make me nut hard, gonna fuck that pretty mouth Deep, *booy*! Agggh, shit
I'm cummin in your mouth, dude!, *aggg*!" and he practically lifted me by
the lips on his cock off the yard while shooting in my mouth, letting me
pull back and take it the face and lips and all down my front. He was still
pumping out a load as I got a handful of it and reach up and he leaned
down, putting his cock back in my mouth while he sucked and licked his own
load outa my hand. I just leaked a load all over again across his Nikes.

Well, we cleaned up and got the paint job down with only one more trip down
each others luscious dark love muscles. Then we drove to Home Depot and
bought a hot tub. I've painted the house, too, and he needed a few friends
to help out. Boy am I glad I bought that hot tub! *And* extra brushes!