Date: Wed, 31 Mar 1999 00:45:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Ian MacGregor <imacgregor@yahoo.com>
Subject: High Steel

Back in the summer of '89, I was fresh out of high school without a clue
in the world.  I was young, strong, and cock-sure as all hell, but I
didn't have a damn idea what I wanted to do with my life.  My pops
wasn't too hip on the idea of paying my way and furnishing a house,
meals, and a car for the rest of my life, so he talked to a friend of
his in the construction business and got me a job.  Now if you've ever
been to the southwest, you know how hot it can get in the summer.  We're
talking 100 degree weather on the mild days.

So my ass was being busted every day around there, and I came home sore
to the bone every day.  On the upswing, all the hard work was having a
beneficial effect on my body.  I'd always been thin and toned, but all
that heavy lifting was really bringing out some muscle on my arms and
chest, and I was tanned to the max.  I loved checking myself out in the
mirror after showering all the grime off me.  5'10" of tanned, toned,
muscular youth with gleaming white teeth (thanks to my uncle the
dentist), long curly brown hair most women would kill for, and a nice 8"
circumsized cock to top it all off.  Needless to say, I liked what I
saw, and decided that maybe construction was the life for me.  After
staring in the mirror one night for an exceptionally long period of
time, all the while stroking my cock to ejaculation, I decided to see
the construction boss about coming on full time.  The next day was
Friday, and payday, so I had an excuse to see him anyway.

To tell the truth, I took any excuse to see the boss.  Conway was his
name, or at least that's all anyone called him.  I didn't know if it was
his first name or last name.  He'd been a construction worker since he
got out of high school, and he had stayed in pretty fine shape doing it.
 Even though he was a foreman now, and he didn't have to do any of the
real work, he often still did.  He always said that "a grunt like me has
to keep his hands dirty or I'll start feeling like a sissy!"  Typical
macho bullshit, but the truth was that he just really liked the
comraderie and companionship of the other guys too much to be classified
as the "boss".  He was just one of the guys, as far as most of us were
concerned.

When Friday's work was done, I headed out to the little mobile home that
houses the on-site office to pick up my check and talk to Conway.  When
I got in, he was sitting with Ken and Luis, two of the guys I work with.
Ken operates the crane and Luis is a riveter.  All three men were
drinking cold beer and talking over their plans for the weekend.  Conway
looked at me as I came in and offered me a drink.  He handed me a coke,
rather than the beer I'd been hoping for.  I told him about wanting to
get on full time, and he said that it would be fine with him, but he
wanted to get the opinion of some of the other guys I work with, just to
see if I "cut the mustard".  I knew Luis was ok with it, judging by his
wide smile.  I wasn't sure about Ken, because I hadn't been around him
much.  Conway told me he'd have a definite answer for me by Friday of
the next week.

After thanking him, I got up to leave, but Conway stopped me and told me
that there was one more thing that would determine if I got the job or
not.  "What's that?" I asked, and was surprised to say the least by his
answer.  "You've got to pass our test first.  If you can take all three
of us on, I think you might have what it takes to do this job."  I
wasn't quite sure what he meant, and told him so.  Did they want to
fight me, or wrestle me, or some sort of contest like that?  "Not quite"
he told me, "It's more like a constest to see how much dick you can
handle in your mouth and ass."  "What!" I yelled.  "You've got to be
kidding!  You guys are fags?"  With that said, Conway reached over and
backhanded me across the trailer.  "Don't you take that tone with me,
kid!  You want this, and you know it!  I can see it in the way you look
at me."  I didn't know what to do.  He had knocked me down, but not out.
 I was lost between anger, shame, and a tingling in my nuts at the
thought of taking on these 3 hot guys.  What was I gonna do?

I didn't really have a choice, as I found out.  Luis and Ken came over
to me and each grabbed an arm while Conway grabbed me by my shirt and
came close to my face with his.  "You are going to suck our dicks, and
you are going to like it.  Got me?"  he breathed heavily in my face.  He
smelled of sweat, dirt, grease, and a man's natural aroma- strong and
musky.  I was a little scared, but even more turned on, so I squeeked
out "yes sir, anything you say."  Without wasting any more time, he
pushed me down onto my knees and pulled out his massive tool for me to
swallow.  It had to be a good 9", and it was thick and veined all over.
It smelled like the rest of him, and it tasted salty as I put it into my
mouth.  Luis had let go of my arm, but Ken had grabbed it along with the
other one and was holding both behind my back now.  Luis moved around
and started unbuttoning my shirt and jeans while I did my best sucking
on my boss' huge slab of meat.

Conway was soon groaning in pleasure, all the while grabbing the back of
my head and pushing his fat cock into my hot mouth.  He nearly gagged me
several times, until I got the hang of it and relaxed enough to take
almost all of him.  Luis had my shirt off now and my pants around my
knees and was sucking and biting my nipples to erection.  Ken was
content to watch for now, but he was acting as the cheering section,
telling me to "suck that big dick" and "yeh, you really like that, don't
you?  You're gonna like it up your tight ass even more."  Meanwhile,
Luis and Conway had switched positions and I began sucking on Luis' 8"
uncut cock.  It too was salty, especially under the foreskin where all
the day's sweat had built up.  Conway had gone over to his desk and
pulled something out of the drawer.  He came back over and I could now
see that it was a length of strong rope.  He went behind me and began to
tie me up so that Ken could "get his turn".  Now I was helpless, almost
naked, and at the mercy of three big construction workers who had
fucking me on their minds.  I couldn't have been happier!

Ken came around and replaced Luis' cock with his own 7" tool.  It was
the smallest of the three, but it was straight and perfect in every way,
with a nice thickness to it.  I won't bother telling you what any of
them looked like.  I'll just leave that up to your own imagination.  I
can tell you that I was absolutely in heaven, though.  After all three
had their turn in my mouth, they pulled me off my knees and finished
taking my jeans and underwear off.  Luis proceeded to spread my legs
wide while Conway bent me over the small dining table.  They had me
positioned so that my ass was up in the air and my chest was flat across
the table with my head just over the other side.  Conway came around the
front of me and put his cock in my mouth again, then he told Luis to
fuck my ass while Ken and he traded off my mouth.  They did as told, and
I can only assume they had gone through the same ritual I was going
through.  They obeyed Conway without a sound, so I think they must have
been "trained" so to speak.

Luis reached into another drawer on Conway's desk and brought out a tube
of KY with which he squeezed out a generous portion onto my asshole.  He
then started finger fucking my ass, first with just one finger, but
slowly working up until practically his whole hand was in me.  I was
filled at both ends and loving every minute of it.  I could only hope
that this wasn't going to be a one-time deal.  Luis, satisfied that I
was loosened up enough, pulled out his hand and replaced it with his fat
Hispanic cock.  He began slowly to fuck me with long strokes practically
pulling all the way out each time.  In front, Conway and Ken were
switching off and sometimes trying to fit both their cocks in my mouth
at the same time.  Never one to pass up a challenge, I tried my best to
accomodate both, but they were just too big to get in far.

Luis began to buck wildly and started moaning in Spanish, and before
lone he was screaming "Madre de Dios!" at the top of his lungs.  He
pushed into me as far as he could go several times and then suddenly one
final thrust and he lost all control, his cum spurting into my hot
asshole.  Just at the same time, Ken let go a big wad of cum right onto
my face and all over Conway's cock and stomach area.  Conway pulled out
of my mouth and ordered me to lick all of it off him, which I did
gladly.  Luis and Ken went off then to the back of the trailer to clean
up, smacking me on the ass as they left and saying "good job kid" and
"we'll definitely have to keep you around".  But the one who had to be
satisfied was not done yet.  Conway stood before me, my hands still tied
behind my back, cum dripping off my face where I could not reach it with
my tongue.  He jerked on his cock while he appraised me, and asked me if
I thought I could take more.  I weakly said "yes sir", and he smiled as
he moved around to my backdoor.  I felt nothing by a sharp jab of his
large cock going into my ass with one quick motion.  All the way in now,
he began to work his hips around and gyrate his cock in and out of me.
I could do nothing by moan in pleasure and pain while this stud fucked
my asshole.  Soon, Conway was pistoning in and out of me with amazing
speed, grabbing and kneading my ass cheeks and every now and then
smacking them for good measure.  He was getting close now, and he
grabbed me by the arms with one hand and pulled up as far as he could.
i was pushed down on the table with my arms painfully lifted above me
while his massive cock rammed into my ass more forcefully than ever.  8
or 9 strokes like that and he came with a loud groan, finally letting my
sore arms go and collapsing onto my back.

"Fucking fantastic" he breathed heavily into my ear.  "You keep doing
that for me, boy, and the job's your's as long as you want it."  It's
been 10 years now, and I still work construction.  I'm the foreman now,
but Conway still does the work on me, and sometimes his old buddies join
in for fun.  My fun comes from breaking in the new boys, and sometimes
Conway helps me with that, too.  I'd have to say that working the high
steel is still the life for me, as long as it keeps on providing the
hard meat.