Date: Fri, 8 Jan 2010 15:44:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Skinhead Construction 15

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We hung out the rest of the night and drank beer, got stoned and kicked the
shit.  Knowing he had no bed to sleep in at home I told him to stay here
with me tonight. He gladly accepted. When we awoke on Friday morning to the
alarm buzzer at 5:00am, he rolled over and wrapped his muscular tatted arms
around me and kissed my neck. He slid his stiff morning wood between my ass
checks and said, "Hit the snooze button bro".

After some extended wake up sex and a nice oral breakfast in the shower we
got off to work. With the taste of my Skinhead Construction Stud's seed in
lingering in my mouth I followed his F-350 Super Duty to the jobsite,
getting there a bit later than the boss and his assistant should. But it
was Friday, nobody seemed to notice.  That is except Josh. When we got to
the job trailer, the Young Skin Punk was sitting at the desk with a shit
eating grin on his face. "Running a little late boys. And in unison
too". "Fuck you!", David scoffed at his little brother. Josh and I
exchanged a smirk and glance which told him what he already knew.

As we grabbed coffee and sat down to go over the day's punch list Josh said
to David, "Oh by the way Raymundo Romero came by here about 20 minutes
ago. He wanted his check but only YOU can sign them. And YOU weren't here
yet." David and I both looked at each other for a second pondering
Raymundo. "Well did he say he would be back?", he asked. "No, he had to
take off. But his guys are out at lot 142 spraying the house today", Josh
replied. "He asked if we could give the check to them before the end of the
day." David looked at me then smiled before asking Josh, "Did he seem to be
acting normal?" Josh paused and said, "Yeah I think so. Why?"

David rolled his eyes and said, "Oh nothing. It's just that our newbie here
planted little Jose last night after we left." Josh laughed, "No fuckin
shit? You popped that little dude huh? He is pretty hot. What happened,
tell me.....:". David interrupted, "Well he's under age. If his old man or
brothers got wind of it ....." Josh turned off his comradic congratulations
and sat back in his chair with a sigh. "Well I've hooked up the brothers
before", he admitted. David sat up. "You mean Victor and Manolo?". Josh
nodded with a shit eating grin, "Yeah, once or twice I sucked their dicks
to get them to stay late and finish a job. They're a little rough and scary
but they got some shit hanging between their legs."

David nodded his head. "Shit! You boys gotta be careful. It's one thing to
hook it up with the guys who work for our company, but the subcontractors
are another thing," he warned. "We need to have the upper hand over those
guys or they'l run roughshod all over us. Once they know you'll suck their
dicks to make them work hard, your sucking their dicks everyday!" Josh
kidded him back, "And what's so wrong about that?"  "Well hopefully if his
brothers or Raymundo do get wind of it all Shane will have to do is suck
their dicks to make 'em happy", David said and fist popped me in the
shoulder with a stern look. With that we moved on to other job related
punch list items and headed out onto the site to knock it out. I purposely
avoided the area around Lot 142 as I didn't want to be seen by any of the
Romero clan.

Most of the day went by. I met with Mr. and Mrs. Norcross in the late
afternoon and did the walk through on their new house that Jose helped me
finish up last night. They were a nice young couple with a ratty little kid
who was already getting sticky fingerprints all over their house. But they
thanked us for doing a good job on their new home, shook hands, signed the
walk though list. A U-Haul and a bunch of their friends were already
waiting at the curb to move them in.

I made it back to the job office and dropped off the paper work from the
Norcross's walk through. David handed me an envelope and said with a
taunting grin, "Here's the check for Raymundo and Sons. Go over to Lot 142
and give it to them." My jaw dropped open in shock. "No fuckin way! You
want ME to take it over there. Please don't make ME do it dude!" I
protested. The Skinhead Construction Stud smiled at me devilishly as if was
loving every minute of watching me squirm. "Hey cowboy, this is your
rodeo. You want to be assistant foreman you gotta clean up your own
messes". "But what if they freak on me?" I exclaimed. "Run", the Skinhead
Construction Stud said with a smirk. "Don't worry about it bro. They
probably don't even know. So GO........NOW".

Driving up to the house at Lot #142, I noticed the two older Romero
brothers loading up their painting equipment in the back of their
truck. Walking up to them I noticed they were much older than young Jose,
probably in their late 20's. They were much rougher around the edges
too. Victor was wearing spattered and worn white painter's pants and
equally spattered work boots. He had long black hair pulled back into a
braided pony tail and a thick black cholo goatee. His bare upper torso and
was covered with evil wicked tattoos that all looked much like those David
had gotten in prison. He had obviously done some hard time somewhere.

Sporting the same painter's pants and boots covered with various shades of
paint splatter, the other brother Manolo was shaved bald and he had a short
trimmed mustache and a thick goatee twisted into a needle point with beads
on the end. He too bore his lightly haired deep brown Latin chest to the
sun, but few tattoos covering him. Most prominent were a few teardrops
tattooed to his face next to his eye and a gothic block lettered stomach
banner that said ANGEL DE MUERTE. That would be "Angel Of Death".
Nice. Both of them had a muscular wing torso builds and indeed were dudes I
would not want mad at me.

When I stepped up to them I got a steely glare from both as if they were
sizing me up. "I'm Shane. I have your check", I said as I approached
them. Victor had a sneer as he gave me a begrudging nod. Manolo reached out
for the check and gave me the same look of disdain. It didn't necessarily
mean they hated me, a lot of the laborers out here were tired and wiped by
the end of the day. Andy they didn't really care for management much.
Victor stood there looking me over with his steely dark eyes as Manolo put
the check in the truck. When the Angel Of Death returned Victor looked at
him with a wise smile and made the jacking off gesture with his hand while
motioning at me. "BOOTS", he said to his brother. They both nodded an
chuckled at my expense. Jose had stepped out of the house with arm loads of
drop cloths and caught my eye. He grinned briefly but then looked away.

"Jose say you like fucking heem in the ass", Manolo said in a thick Mexican
drawl. I suddenly tensed up and went into defense mode. "Look guys I didn't
know he was............". "You got some huevos Gringo. You fuck my leetle
bro up the ass without my permission", Victor interrupted. Stepping up into
my face with his nostrils flaring he growled. "We fuck his leetle puta ass
too. But hees MY puta Gringo." He let out a laugh and pointed at Jose with
a sneer. "Even my papi get my permission to fuck heem first". Manolo
laughed hazingly at the young chico who stood behind them looking somewhat
embarrassed and ashamed of the situation, but not that much.

Victor then motioned me to follow him. "Come on Gringo. Let's go in the
casa. You're gonna be our puta now."  I hesitated, "Look guys, I gotta get
back to work. I can't........." "I wasn't asking Gringo!" Victor said
growled with a deft shove. "Come on.......In the
casa.............BOOTS". As I was went with the flow and was marched into
the newly painted house, Manolo and Jose followed closely behind
giggling. "We go upstairs", Victor pointed. As we began up to the second
floor Manolo told Jose, "No, you stay down here and get this shit cleaned
up. We call you when we want you!" My heart raced as the two sweating cholo
thugs marched me to what I knew was going to be some rough payback.

I followed the tatted up Cholo Thug to the end of the hallway and into the
master bedroom. "Over there", Manolo pointed toward the master
bathroom. When we got there the Angel De Muerte grabbed his package and
squeezed it hard with a dirty grunt. Victor grabbed my shoulder and pushed
me down. "Get on your knees Gringo! Time to clean off my dirty pinga!" As
my knees hit the bare plywood floor, the Cholo Thug pulled his painter's
pants free and shoved them down, letting his lumbering uncut meat swing
out. Manolo did the same as he stood behind me, one hand stroking his meat
and the other grappling my shaved skull.

Jacking himself up to size, Victor laughed hazingly at me, "You ever eat
Mexican dick cheese Gringo?" Stepping up to my face, he began slapping my
nose with his raunchy dirty ripe tool. Pulling his foreskin back, the
pungent odor of his cock just about made me faint, his head and inner skin
covered with a yellowy white paste of rich smegma.  "Come on Gringo, eat my
dick cheese!", Victor ordered. Manolo holding my skull tightly, the Cholo
Thug pushed and smeared his fat pasty pipe into my lips until I opened up
and let him in. "Uuuuhhhhhh!", he grunted as my wet warm mouth enveloped
his meat and began sucking and slurping on him.

After the first shock of the pungent male dick cheese I began enjoying the
taste and turn on of running my tongue into and around his raunchy
foreskin. I licked and swirled at his piss pucker, slathering my pig mouth
all over his sweaty ripe tool. Sensing my rising passion for his cock the
rough Mexican tat stud began shoving his 8" dick harder and forcing into my
throat. "Ahhh, puta likes dick bro!", Victor said as the two Cholo's high
fived and laughed. "Come over here and get some too bro"! he told Manolo,
who followed around in front of me next to Victor.

I pulled off Victor and took the similar sized uncut Manolo mean into my
mouth, savoring the rich ripe taste of his hairy tool. His foreskin was not
packed with cheese like Victor but equally sweaty, grimy and even had a
hint of ass-fuck flavor going on. "Uh yea BOOTS! You do give good head! We
heard about you!" Manolo taunted as his hands grabbed my head tight and he
began forcefully face fucking me with his thick Mexican beef.

Victor having stepped out of his painter's pants and kicked them aside
stepped over behind me and pulled me up to a standing position and
unbuttoned my 501's. The two of them shoved them down below my knees and
bent me back over. The Cholo Thug was jacking his leaking cock and slapping
my butt cheeks with it as I sucked the Angel De Muerte with enthusiasm. "My
puta!", Victor said like a starved man looking at a hot meal as he grabbed
my ass cheeks and spread them open wide to see my cunt. My shaved fuck hole
impressed him. "You should see this shit bro! Gringo shave his leetle pussy
for us!" Victor gave out an enthusiastic "IEEEE IEEE IEE IEEE! I love
shaved pussy!"

Victor was now priming his hard 8" uncut fuck tool. He spit on his hand and
ran his fingers into my smooth crack, now sweaty and wet with
anticipation. "Nice and smooth Gringo." With little warning or romance he
pushed the clean slippery mushroom head of his Mexican cock against my
rosebud and opened my door bluntly. "Uuuhaaaa!" I moaned briefly as his fat
meat pierced me open with a shock. "Don't stop sucking my dick!" Manolo
growled as he gave my skull a stinging palm slap. Victor pulled back and
then shoved his rubbery fat shaft balls deep into my hole with only the
lubrication of my spit, a little sweat and precum sending a tearing blunt
wave of pain through me. "OOwwww Ahhh Ahhh", I yelped again, my legs and
knees shaking. "What's wrong Gringo? You never had Mexican dick up your ass
before?" Manolo jeered as he and his brother laughed.

Cholo Thug then began butt-fucking me in deliberative hard bumps, slamming
in hard and deep then pulling out slow, slamming in hard and deep, pulling
out slow. Pulling out and letting my gate slam shut, he'd plunder through
again and stretch it open with his fat hairy slide hammer. Luckily he
didn't last long in his rough patch, falling into a faster glide for a
moment before gripping my thighs with his palms tightly and squirting my
gut full with warm soothing man juice. The rough tatted thug pumped his
meat in and out me a couple more short times before resting his cock solid
in my burning hole. I then felt a the stinging smack of his palm across my
back as he slapped me with excitement. "IEEEE IEEE IEE MY PUTA! YOU'RE MY
PUTA NOW!" he jeered.

Pulling his sloppy cock out of my dribbling aching fuck chute, the
brother's high fived again. "Your turn now bro.", he said to the Angel De
Muerte. Swapping places, Manolo saddled up to my well lubricated pucker as
Victor stepped around in front of me again. While Manolo was playfully
smearing the head of his cock in my cummy cream pie Victor said, "You
better clean this shit off my dick Gringo!" He grabbed my head with one of
his hands and shoved his filthy slimy fuck stick in my face again, guiding
his cum and ass paste coated cock in my mouth. While my ass was not all
that dirty when he fucked me, it wasn't that clean either. His cock was a
mess and he demanded I clean it off so I followed his orders and began
licking and sucking his spent meat clean while his brother slide his pipe
into me.

Quickly Manolo was starting his fuck, a lot easier this time around with my
hole already overflowing with slippery jizz.  He was actually much better
at it, clasping my torso with his hands and pulling me into him as he slid
his cock in and out of me. His balls slapped against mine as his quick
thrusts banged me with his might. Beginning to actually enjoy the Angel De
Muerte's athletic fuck I began letting out moans of pleasure. "Ohhhh Uhhhh,
Yeah......Yeah.....Fuck....Fuck Me", I mumbled as I continued cleaning the
Cholo Thug's meat to a tee.

Soon Manolo began to moan, "Oh fucking puta! Yeah puta! I gonna cum in your
pussy!" His body tensed up like a board as his warm spurts of seed flooded
my sloppy nest. His athletic stiff body pumped against mine five distinct
times as the sensation of trickles juice were running down my inner
leg. Shaking at my knees I struggled to remain standing in my bent over
position. Victor had stepped out of the room so I was on my own with
Manolo. After he was done planting his seed, he pulled out and stepped
around in front of me with his sloppy messy cock, shoving it in my face as
his brother did. I dutifully sucked and slurped the cocktail of my ass
slime and both of their cum from his tool thinking I was finally gonna be
done paying my dues.

Just as I was getting him clean, Victor returned with Jose. "My little
brother wants to fuck your ass too!" Shoving him into the bathroom toward
me, the Young Butch Cholo smiled as if he had been given a prize. "Go ahead
mijo, fuck heem!", Victor prodded in his deep Mexican drawl. As I stood
bent over in the middle of the bathroom with cum leaking out of my hole I
smiled at him and gave him a welcoming nod. It was likely the young buck
didn't get to actually get to top very much with these guys around.

The Young Butch Cholo already had a raging hard-on as he stepped up behind
me and let it loose from his tented painter's pants.  Already foaming at
the hole with cum lube, he was able to slide his nice thick 7" dick into me
with ease. My hole was loose and opened up, sloppy thirds for his
mounting. His hands clasping the sides of my torso he began short fast
thrusts, blunt and a bit clumsy. He had obviously not done this much before
and was a bit awkward in his delivery.  "Go harder mijo! Slam heem like you
have vengeance!" Victor encouraged. Manolo stepped over behind his baby
brother and sandwiched himself behind the Young Butch Cholo, then began
pushing him into me with both of their weight and thrust.

His movements and sliding meat in me felt so good from where this had all
started. I was jacking off myself now and getting ready to blow. As the two
brothers teamed their power together, I popped my cork and blew ropes of my
juice all over the plywood sub flooring. I let out a breath of relief as
the third of the Romero brothers pounded me raw. "Ohhh ohhhh ohhh!", Jose
moaned "I gonna gum. My pinga cum!" The young one finally dumped his heavy
loads of Mexican seed into me. His breaths were excited and rapid he
continued, "Ohhhh Yeaah" Then he fell onto my back and continued pushing
his softening dick in and out of my sloppy shitter. "Ooohhh BOOTS you get
me off so good!" he said softly in my ear as he breathed heavily on my
neck.

He then stood up and started to tuck his meat away. "No mijo. Make heem
lick the shit off your pinga!" Victor coached.  The Young Butch Cholo then
stepped around in front of me. I had to change position and dropped to my
knees to a kneel before the young dude to properly give him his due. I took
his nice plump uncut tool in my mouth and gave his cock a first class suck
and slurp. While their spunk streamed out of my hole and onto my bunched up
501's, my tongue slithered and tortured the young man's dick until he
pulled away with a giggle. "You good at sucking BOOTS!", Jose said patting
my head.

When I was finished up, the other two had put their pants back on and had
been watching. Victor pulled a metal pipe from his pocket and packed a bowl
of green bud while was tucking my own meat away and buttoning up my
501's. Angel De Muerte, Cholo Thug, their young brother Young Butch Cholo
and I smoked a bowl together and got real high in the master bathroom of
someone's future home. Having just gotten a wicked gangfuck of homosexual
payback for my sins against the Romero brothers, I'd say my day was about
complete and these people's house was no longer a virgin.

After we all plodded down the stairs Victor paused by the front door and
waited for me and the other two to gather around. "Gringo you got big
huevos", he said patting me on the shoulder. "Amigos?" he offered as he
held out his hand to shake mine. Feeling a wave of warm fuzzies that
overcame the wet cold slimies between my ass cheeks I shook his
hand. "Right on Gringo. You just remember you gotta pay to use my puta",
Victor said with a hazing laugh as we all piled out the door in to the
piercing sunlight. "I think I can live with that", I replied as we all
nodded and smiled before breaking up the party.

When I got back to the office trailer, the Skinhead Construction Stud was
sitting at his desk going over some paperwork. "Well how'd it go? You been
gone a while. I was about to come check on ya." Seeing he was having a hard
time containing his laughter I said, "How the fuck do you think it went? My
ass is pounded and dripping and my mouth tastes like three Mexicans." David
broke out in a gut slapping belly laugh that went on for a good minute or
two before he finally calmed down. I just stood there waiting for him to
stop. "Nice bro. Way to care. Don't worry about me getting gang fucked by a
bunch of cholos" I chided him.

"Well if I can stay with you again tonight, why don't we get out of here so
I can help you out with that asshole of yours," he said with a devilish
grin. "Nothing 30 minutes of my nice warm tongue couldn't cure." My dick
instantly throbbed to size. Damn did this stud know where my buttons
were. I took him up on the offer and we were off to my apartment in a cloud
of diesel dust.


To be continued.