Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2009 12:59:28 -0400
From: Rocco Talespinner <la-plume-volante@hotmail.com>
Subject: Construction Apprentice

My father arranged through a friend of a friend to get me a job as a
bricklayer's assistant on a new construction site. When I knocked on the
door of the boss's trailer a voice from inside barked, "Come in." As soon
as I saw him something in me said that if I got hired I would like working
here. We traded introductions and I learned that he was not the boss but
the foreman. But he had known to expect me. We talked about what I would do
on the job and then he explained that I would need to join the union in
order to earn a real construction certification. However, he explained, the
workers who were sure to keep their jobs had to join a second sort of
union, more like a club. I said I knew about the first but not the second,
so he would need to tell me what to do. That was when he began in a
roundabout way to tell me that new guys on the job, especially younger ones
with no real experience, were expected to go through a kind of initiation
to get into this club.

I was beginning to get suspicious and I thought, "Fuck this," but my dad
was on my ass, so I really, really needed to get this job. Mustering some
false confidence, I said, "Just show me what to do." That was when he
walked over to the door, locked it and turned to me with a wicked grin on
his face, and started undoing the fly on his jeans. "Uh oh," I thought,
"this is gonna be a fucking nightmare." To be honest, at 18 I had never
sucked a dick and had no idea what it would be like. But I didn't have much
time to think about it, because he placed his hands on my shoulders and
pushed me down on my knees. "Am I really gonna have to suck this guy's
dick?" I thought, with alarm.

Before I knew it, he was rubbing his cock head on my lips. I would have
thought it would be disgusting, but in fact I liked the odor and the feel
of it. Then he thrust it between my lips, as it was getting hard. Strange
to say, it was both hard and soft in my mouth, like a stiff rod with a
velvety surface, and it made my mouth feel very full, even though it really
wasn't. He pressed it in to the back of my mouth and I had to check my gag
reflex. As he began to pump it in and out I started to suck as hard as I
could. I had always thought that fags who sucked dick were disgusting, but
I had to admit in my heart of hearts that this was not all that bad. I felt
ashamed, but because I actually liked it.

I began to think about where this would lead and I was wondering, "Do I
really have to let him cum in my mouth? Or, if I had to, would he expect me
to swallow?" There was not much time to concentrate on this matter, though,
because he was grunting and groaning and a stream of sweet precum was on my
tongue. I could tell there was nothing bad about the taste, but just the
idea of a man cumming in my mouth was seriously undesirable. He didn't give
me much choice, however, because, as he got more excited, he held the back
of my head with his hands and thrust back and forth. Then he let out a real
grunt and his warm, creamy jism started shooting into my mouth. The taste
was a little gamey, but not bad, and there was so much of it I had to do
something fast. There was no place to spit it and he was not about to take
his dick out of my mouth. So, against my expectations, I did swallow and it
went down easier than I had thought.

"There's a good little cock sucker," he said, and I realized that I had
just crossed a threshold in my life and maybe it also meant that I was now
in the club. Hey, eventually, maybe somebody would do this for me. But back
to the present: as he put his softening cock back in his jeans and zipped
up, he said, "Now you get the idea. The guy you'll be assigned to assist
will expect the same, only maybe every day or so."

Well, I don't think my Dad had this in mind when he arranged this job for
me, but it turns out that this is expected in the building trades. And I
have come to really like my job. By the way, the guy I am assigned to
assist is nice, and sexy as well. And occasionally others on the site find
me alone and continue my initiation into the club. The thing is, they're
not at all like the guys we usually think of as fags. They're really
masculine and they assume I am, too, but they just accept that sucking cock
and getting an occasional piece of boy ass is part of being a real man. If
my Dad knew, I wonder what he would think about his having arranged for his
son to be part of all this . . .