Date: Tue, 21 May 2002 15:17:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE CONSTRUCTION WORKER'S SON 3

DISCLAIMER: This is just a story. As far as I know, it didn't happen to
anyone I know of.  That's not to say it's never happened. I just wasn't
lucky enough to know about it - or be involved. I will warn those of you
who don't like raunch or watersports and are looking for one of my more
'romantic' stories that this is no 'romance'. OK, there is a romance,
eventually. (This is me writing, after all!) But a raunchy one! It is about
guys who care about each other and have sex with each other. If that
offends you, I feel really sorry for you. And the fact that some of these
guys are related to each other is probably going to drive you 'round the
bend.' Too fucking bad!  Open your mind - expand your horizons - take off
your clothes - grab some lube and enjoy yourself!

THE CONSTRUCTION WORKER'S SON - Part 3
by RimPig (c) 2002

There we stood, me with my cock up Joe's ass and Randy with is cock up
mine! BUSTED!!! Dad stood there rubbing his hard cock and grinning a very
horny grin. I knew that he was just figuring which hole he'd like to plug
that monster into. I have to admit, I sure hoped it was mine!

"I should dock your all's pay for fucking around. But I think I know a
better way of dealing with this situation. You've got three seconds to get
a cock up my ass and my cock in an ass! Now, MOVE!!!" Dad yelled like a
Marine Corps drill sergeant.

We must have looked like the Three Stooges trying to uncouple from each
other and get ourselves into position for Dad. I was quick so I was able to
run over and back myself right onto his hard meat. The quarts of Randy's
cum dripping out of my ass made sliding down Dad's monster pole easy. Joe,
on the other hand, got around behind Dad and started licking his butt-
trench out getting his hole ready for penetration. Randy just stood there
looking like a lost sheep.  He wasn't sure where he was supposed to plug
into this horny group. I looked up and, taking pity on him, grabbed him by
the cock and pulled him into my mouth. I love the taste of my own ass on
some guy's cock and the additional taste treat of Randy's cum from my butt
was appreciated.

My Dad reached his hands down as I bent over to take Randy's cock and
grabbed hold of my shoulders with his rough hands. He kneaded my shoulder
muscles for a moment and then using them, pulled me back so that his cock
was buried in my hole as far as it would go. I love the feeling of his hard
cock in my ass. And the fact that it was Dad's cock always added to the
pleasure. I felt Dad lean over my back, so I figured that he was giving Joe
more access to his butt to allow Joe's tongue to eat further up his hole. I
knew the feeling of that tongue and, if I hadn't had Dad's cock in there
already, would have felt jealousy that Joe's talented tongue wasn't up my
butt!

After a few moments of Dad and Joe moaning over the rim job, I felt Dad
trying to push farther up my ass and figured that Joe was dicking Dad's
butt with his thick cock. Sure enough, I started to feel the fuck rhythm of
Joe's cock sliding in and out of my Dad's shit chute, allowing Dad to start
pounding my butt. In the mean time, I was deep-throating Randy's cock again
and he had hold of my ears and was face-fucking me just like he had done to
Joe. I was really getting off on this - watching a guy's groin coming at
you and his cock going into your mouth just like it was a cunt or ass! You
get the feeling of being used real up-close and personal! And I loved it!!!

We were all sweating like pigs and the smell of mansweat, crotch odor and
butt funk surrounded us like a cloud. I was in sniff-pig heaven! Certainly
the gamey odor of Randy's crotch alone would have been enough to put me
there, but the combination of four guys all fucking at the same time was
almost more than I could take. Well...that and Dad's fuck-stick pounding up
my butt- hole where I felt it belonged. Dad's cock could hit my trigger
every time it shoved it's way up my chute. And I never had to jack off
while he was fucking me. I was guaranteed to cum just from the fucking he
gave me every time!

"Fuck, yeah! Rape my manhole while I fuck the ass off my boy!" Dad yelled
as Joe obliged him.  "Hot boy-hole and hot cock up my fuckin' hole! Fuck,
yeah! Fuckin' pound my hole you motherfucker! Shoot your hot load up my
ass!"

"I'll fuck the ass right off you, fucker! I'll shove this goddamned cock so
far up your shit-hole you'll taste my fuckin' load in the back of your
throat!" Joe yelled back.

It was obvious that this dirty talk was getting to all of us. I could feel
the pounding in my ass intensify which I knew was caused by Joe's increased
pounding of my Dad's ass. Randy, too, began to power-fuck my face with his
thick cock, moaning all the while. Even though three of us had just cum, it
was clear that none of us was going to be able to hold off cumming for very
long.  It was Randy who started it this time. He yelled and dumped another
load of manjuice in my body - this time, letting me taste the salty fluid
first hand. This triggered Joe who dumped a load up my Dad's ass. This left
only me and Dad. I was trying to hold out until he came, but I just
couldn't take his pounding of my butt-nut any longer! No matter how hard I
tried to stop it, my orgasm hit me like a runaway cement truck! I was
moaning around Randy's still hard cock as I shot my load on the floor. My
orgasm, however, triggered Dad who came yelling.

"Fuck! Take my fuckin' load, boy! Yeah, gimme that goddamned ass of
yours. Lemme fuck that hole I made! Here it cums, boy!
Ffffffuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!!!!" he yelled.

I could feel Dad's cock twitch in my ass as he dumped an amazing load of
cum up my hungry ass.  I could feel it squishing out of my hole around his
cock, adding to the slick mess on the inside of my legs from Randy's gush
of cum up my hole. All four of us stood there trembling in the aftershock
of our ball-busting orgasms.

After a while, we slowly uncoupled. Joe pulled out of Dad's ass as Randy
pulled his cock out of my throat. Dad continued to stay bent over my back
and ran his hands up and down my chest and abs, stopping occasionally to
tweak one or both of my nipples. Each time he did, my butt spasmed and
tightened on his cock which still rested in my butt. Finally, I felt him
pull out and squat behind me and begin sucking on my hole, getting his own
load, Randy's load and my ass-juices. Then he stood up and I quickly got
behind him and returned the favor.

The smell and taste of his ass with the added raunchiness of a just fucked
butt plus the tartness of Joe's load almost threw me over the edge into
another orgasm. My cock immediately came back harder than ever. Joe noticed
and pointed it out to Randy and Dad.

"Fuckin' shit! I wish I was 16 again! Fuckin' came three times and still
wants more!" he said, laughing.

"I know how to calm the little horn-dog the fuck down! Anybody besides me
have to take a piss?"  Dad said to Randy and Joe.

"Yeah!" They both answered.

Holy fuck! I was going to get to drink piss from all three of them! I
quickly got down on my knees in the middle of the floor.

"Yeah, boy! You're gonna get a real piss bath now! You're gonna find out
the meaning of the words 'golden shower'!" My Dad said, holding out his
softening cock and milking the end of it.

Joe and Randy joined him around me and I looked up to see three cocks ready
to shoot their golden streams at me. Dad's started first and I opened my
mouth to drink down his hot piss. Then I felt Joe's stream start and felt
it hitting my chest, drenching me and sending a cascade of smelly man-piss
down my abs until my crotch was soaked in it. Then Randy's stream hit my
face and it was the strongest stream of all three of them. I quickly began
turning my head to the right and left so that I could taste each of their
piss flows. Joe's was light and slightly sweet. Randy's was dark and really
strong piss, almost like a first-thing-in-the-morning piss. Dad's was salty
but less dark. I gulped down all the piss I could and for minutes I just
knelt there getting drenched in their piss and drinking to my hearts
content.

When all three had finished I sucked the last of their piss from the ends
of their cocks. It was at that point that I realized that I, too, had to
piss really bad.

I stood up and announced, "I've got to piss, now. Who want's it?" I asked,
looking at the three, hunky men.

All three of them hit their knees at the same time as I rose to my
feet. Taking my cock in my hand, I started to piss, first into Dad's open,
piggy mouth and then, playing my piss across all three faces. Each one got
a good taste of my piss! I was really full! I drenched each one of them
with my piss until the room smelled like a fucking urinal. Or maybe, with
all the sweat and man-funk in the room already, I should say a locker room
with urinals that hadn't been cleaned in a while!

Dad was the one who drank down the last of my piss, putting his mouth right
over the end of my cock. When he had cleaned it off, he stood up and took
me in his arms, kissing me deeply and sharing a mouthful of my own piss
with me.

"Well, how'd you like your day, so far, son?" he asked, smiling at me.

"I'd say I've had just about the best day in my whole fucking life!" I
said.

And all four of us broke up laughing.

We didn't bother to shower up, we just went down to Dad's truck and broke
open the cooler with the beer in it. The rest of the guys from Dad's crew,
Mike and Dave, who had been working on another part of the job site,
eventually showed up and we all sat around drinking beer and shooting the
shit for a while. Then Mike and Dave both left, saying they had dates that
night and needed to get home. Joe and Randy stayed for a while and had a
couple more beers. Since we'd each had at least four beers, the need to
piss arose again. This time, I just got to go down on each of them and
drink all the beer piss they had in them. I was one full boy by the time I
had to take a piss myself. This time, Joe got to drink me. I loved the way
his lips felt around my pissing cock and the way he used his tongue to
tickle some left over piss from my bladder at the end. It was a trick I was
going to have to learn!

Finally, Dad and I climbed in his truck and headed home. On the way, Dad
and I had a little talk about things.

"Dad," I began. "Have you had sex with all they guys on your crew?"

"Yes, son." he replied. "At one time or another. We're just horny guys who
like to get our rocks off and don't much care how. You understand that, I'm
sure."

"Well...I do and I don't." I hesitated.

"What do you not understand, Matt?" he asked.

"I always thought that you were either Gay or straight. Period. You either
had sex with guys or you had sex with girls. But from what you're telling
me, you have sex with either and Mike and Dave evidently do, too." I
said. "Do you prefer one to the other?" I asked him.

"Well, son, I guess you could say that I prefer guys. Especially after what
happened with your mother. But I guess I always did all along. It's a lot
easier having sex with guys, that's for sure!  You don't have to fuckin'
marry them, for one thing! But I knew that if I was ever going to have
kids, I'd have to fuck women. And, don't get me wrong, fucking a bitch
isn't all that bad. But after I had you, I just wasn't much interested any
more." Dad explained.

"But what about love?" I asked him.

"What about it?" he replied.

"Have you ever fallen in love with another guy?" I asked, almost afraid to
tread this far into Dad's private life.

"You mean other than you?" he laughed.

"Yes, other than me!" I grinned.

"Yes, son. I did. A long time ago." Dad said, his voice getting real quiet
and getting a far-away look in his eyes.

"Will you tell me about it?" I asked.

"Yeah, I've guess I've had enough beers to loosen me up. Like I said, it
was a long time ago. It before I met your mother. There was this guy I grew
up with. We went through grade school and junior high together. We were
best friends. We lived near each other and we stayed over each other's
houses all the time. I guess we started messing around with each other when
we were about 10. By the time we were in high school, we were sucking a
fucking each other all the time.  We both played on the football team and
we both found out that we were not only into guys and into mansex, but we
were really into each other." Dad said.

"So what happened?" I asked.

"I guess we were about 15 when I figured out that I was in love with
him. It scared the fuck out of me! I knew that everybody thought that was
wrong and so I tried desperately to hide how I felt about him from
everybody - including him. I started being cold and trying to push him
away. I even stopped having sex with him for a while. It about tore both of
us up. You see, I didn't know that he was as much in love with me as I was
with him." Dad said, and I could see a tear coursing down his face as he
drove - watching the road, not looking at me.

"Anyway, one night, he got drunk and came pounding on the door at about two
in the morning.  Luckily, my parents were away that weekend and I was the
only one at home. I went down to let him in and he immediately tried to
take a slug at me. He was so drunk that the punch missed by a mile and he
ended up falling over in a heap on the floor and started crying his eyes
out. This tore me up. I hated to see him in pain like this, and especially
since I knew I was the cause of it. I remember I got down on the floor with
him and took him in my arms. He told me how much he loved me. He told me he
knew that I hated him now, but he had to tell me." Dad stopped talking and
I could see he was having trouble keeping his emotions under control.

After a while, Dad started talking again.

"I admitted to him that I was in love with him as well and then I took him
in my arms and kissed him. We'd been having sex with each other for all
those years but we had never kissed. Fuck! I'd never really kissed anybody
- not the kind of kiss that was! I carried him up to my room, threw him on
the bed and made love to him that night and all the next day." Dad seemed
ready to end the story there, but I wasn't.

"So what happened? Why didn't you two stay together?" I urged Dad on.

By this time, though, we were at the house. He got out of the truck without
saying a word and walked into the house. Dad went to the refrigerator and
got a couple of beers, handed me one, and we both sat down at the kitchen
table. Dad just sat there for a while, drinking his beer. I knew that
whatever was coming was difficult for him so I just sat quietly and
waited. After a while, he finally started speaking again.

"We were totally in love and totally happy for the next two years. We
continued to have sex with other guys but when we were alone together, we
made love. Someday, you'll learn that there is a difference in those two
things. Both are good in their own way. But making love to somebody,
especially someone who loves you, is just about the greatest experience in
the world." he said.

"I know." I said quietly. He looked at me strangely.

"Are you in love with someone?" he asked.

"No, not exactly. I love someone very, very much and making love to him the
last two days has been the greatest experience of my life." I said, looking
down at the table, afraid to look him in the face for fear of losing it.

Dad reached over and gently lifted my chin with his hand until he was
looking me directly in the eyes.

"I understand, son. Thank you. I want you to know, it felt like that for
me, too." he said.

I smiled at him, reached up and took hold of his hand, removed it from my
chin, kissed the callused palm of it and then placed it on my cheek. Dad's
eyes filled with tears again and he gently stroked my cheek.

"Somebody is going to be so lucky when you fall in love with them." Dad
said.

"It will have to be a guy who's as good as you, or he can just forget it!"
I vowed.

Dad smiled again.

"So what happened?" I asked gently.

Dad took another swallow from his beer and, looking straight ahead, not at
me, continued.

"I loved him more than life itself. I felt complete with him. But I still
had the desire to have a child. I wanted a son. I wanted a part of me to
love. I couldn't have that with him and then your mother came along. I had
fucked girls off and on, even after we had become lovers. It never bothered
him, he knew I loved him and wasn't going to leave him for a woman. Or so
he thought.  Then your mom got pregnant with you. Everything changed inside
me. It wasn't that I stopped loving him, it was that you were more
important to me. He just couldn't understand that. The night I told him I
was going to marry your mother, I asked him to be my best man at the
wedding.  He looked at me and, without saying a word, got up and left. I
never saw him again. A week later, he was killed out on Highway 58. The
cops say he had been drinking heavily and had a head-on collision with a
semi. They ruled it an accident. But I knew what it was. He killed
himself. Over me. I don't think I've ever gotten over it." Dad finished and
bowed his head over the table.

I could see Dad's tears steadily falling now. I got up out of my chair and
walked around behind him. I put my arms around him and held him, putting my
face against his neck.

"Oh, Dad! I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry. My being born sure caused
a lot of heart ache." I said quietly.

He raised up, turned around and pulled me into his arms. There I stood, his
arms around my waist, his face resting against my abdomen.

"Don't you ever even THINK that, Matt! You birth was the happiest, most
wonderful event in my whole life! You have given me a life!" he said,
squeezing me hard.

"But you've had to sacrifice so much for me!" I argued.

"They never felt like sacrifices! Having you meant more to me than
anything. Don't you ever forget that!" he said, looking up at me with his
tear-stained face.

I leaned down, and kissed him deeply. His arms came up around my neck and
he held me in the kiss for a long time. It was the first time I had ever
kissed him like that when we weren't having sex. I began to see that love
was something entirely different.

After a while, Dad calmed down and we talked more about life and about
love. I wanted to ask him some things because they were bothering me.

"Dad, would you be terribly disappointed in me if I didn't have kids?" I
asked, somewhat concerned about his answer.

"Of course not, Matt! I wanted you more than anything in the world, but
each man has to decide for himself what's important in his life. I don't
want you living my life! I want you to live your own - do what you have to
do to make yourself happy! I take it you're asking this question for a
reason?" he asked.

"Well...yeah. Dad, I know that I'm Gay. I'm not attracted to women at
all. I don't want to have sex with one and I sure don't want to marry
one. It's guy's that I'm attracted to. I want to find a guy to love just
like you did." I said.

"And I sure hope you do, Matt. If that's what it takes to make you happy,
then I pray with all my heart that's what you find. But, I've got to warn
you. There's a lot of guys out there who are just into using people. They
get what they want and just leave you hurting. I've seen it far too often.
You have to be careful in who you choose to love." Dad admonished me.

"I won't have any trouble with that!" I said confidently.

"And why not?" Dad asked, with a skeptical tone to his voice.

"Well, I have the best example in the world of the man I want to marry
sitting right here with me!  I just have to find a guy like you, Dad. Then
everything will be all right." I smiled.

"Thank you, son. That's the nicest thing that anybody's ever said to
me. But, I would suggest, you find out if he wants to have kids first." Dad
said, his eyes misting over again.

"Dad..." I said.

"What, son."

"You never said what his name was." I said quietly.

"No, I didn't. It was Matt." he said.

I guess the shock showed on my face. I had been named for Dad's dead lover!
He had loved the first Matt so much, I guess it was easy for him to love
me.

"Thank you, Dad. Now I'm beginning to understand how much you do love me -
and how much you loved him." I said.

Dad and I continued to have lots of sex with each other, and with the guys
from the job site. It got to be a regular thing for the four of us to get
together on Friday night, drink beer and fuck, suck and piss the night
away. But as much fun as I was having, I kept having this empty feeling
inside. There was something missing, but I didn't know what. I started to
get quiet and withdrawn at times because of these feelings. I tried to hide
them from Dad, but that was like trying to hide things from the FBI!
Finally, one night, he cornered me in my room where I was just sitting in
the dark and looking out the window.

"What's wrong, Matt?" he asked.

"Nothing, Dad! Everything's fine!" I tried to lie. Too bad I've never been
any fucking good at it!

"Don't give me that crap! I've watched you for weeks now. You aren't
yourself. Something's wrong." he said and then he got very quiet and softly
asked. "Is it the sex stuff?"

Holy Fuck! It suddenly dawned on me that he was thinking I was having
trouble dealing with having sex with him! I'd been putting him through all
kinds of guilt and crap and didn't even realize it! I got up from the chair
and threw my arms around him.

"No! Dad! I love you! I love having sex with you and with the guys! That's
not it at all! Please believe me!" I cried, almost in tears at the
realization of what I'd done to him.

"Then what is it, Matt?" he asked gently, holding me and murmuring into my
ear.

I pulled away and walked to the window. It was hard to put my feelings into
words.

"I don't know, Dad. It's like there's something missing. I don't know what!
I just have this deep yearning, down deep inside me! I want something. Want
it desperately! But I don't know what the fuck it is!" I said, leaning my
head against the window.

Dad walked over and put his hand on my shoulder. He stood there looking out
the window with me for a few moments. Then he started speaking very
quietly.

"I think I understand what it is, Matt. I seem to remember having some of
these same feelings once in my life. And maybe I've been having them for a
long time. I've just been really good at repressing them. Son, I think what
you're wanting is love. You want to be in love with somebody.  You want to
have somebody be in love with you. You want to feel that connection, that
intimacy with someone. And I don't know who those feelings are hardest on -
you, because you've never had it or me - because I had it once and lost
it." he said.

As soon as he said it, it was like a light bulb went off over my head. Yes!
That was it! I wanted to fall in love! I wanted to love a man with all my
heart and feel him loving me! That's what was hurting so fucking bad down
inside me! That's what was 'missing'!

"Dad," I said, turning to him. "You hit the nail right on the head. That's
exactly what it is. I want to fall in love. But finding a guy who's worth
falling in love isn't easy when you're only 16!" I said, leaning my head on
his shoulder.

"Fuck, son! It isn't easy at any fucking age!" he said. "I've never found
someone to love after Matt died. And that's been before you were born!"

"But maybe that's because you never stopped loving him. Never stopped
blaming yourself for him dying. It must seem to you like cheating on him to
love somebody else." I said.

"Where the fuck did you get so fucking smart at your age?" he said, shock
in his voice.

"I had a good teacher." I said.

"You've been thinking about this a lot, haven't you, son? I should have
never told you that story!" he said, shaking his head.

"Yes, you should have! Do you know what that story did for me? Do you have
any fucking idea?"  I looked at him, almost shouting.

"Yeah! It made you fucking depressed, just like it does me!" he said
angrily.

"No! What it did was give me fucking hope I'd never had in my whole fucking
life! I thought because I like other guys, I was going to end up fucking
alone all my life. I didn't know that guys could really love other guys!
You showed me that everything I wanted WAS possible! I just want it to
happen now! I don't want to fucking wait!" I told him.

Dad stood there for a few moments, not saying anything. Then he looked at
me, my face all serious and scrunched up and he started laughing! I started
to get really angry for a second at him laughing at me!

"Fuck, son! We all want it now! I guess it's just harder when you're young!
I remember wanting everything to happen now when I was your age. Everything
took so fucking long and I hated waiting for it! The worst was waiting that
whole fucking nine months for your to be born, with your mother bitching
and moaning the whole fucking time!" he laughed.

My anger cooled quickly and I saw what an asshole I was being and started
to laugh as well. I was only fucking 16! Though I didn't want to wait, I
figured I had some years before I ever found the right guy for me. I just
hoped I could hang on long enough without losing my mind!

"Dad..." I said. "Do you really want to fall in love again?"

"I've been asking myself that question over and over, ever since we had
that talk about Matt. And I figured out that it doesn't have anything to do
with what I want. Love just happens. You can't plan it. You wake up one
morning, or something happens and it smacks you in the face like a load of
lumber! I do know one thing, though." he said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"If it does ever happen again, I'm not going to take it for granted this
time! I'm not going to let it get away from me without a fight! That's what
I feel most guilty about. I just thought that Matt would always be there,
no matter what. I didn't take his feelings into consideration at all. It
was always about what I wanted. I realize now that I deserved to lose him
for being such a selfish bastard about everything." Dad said, his voice
dropping.

"Dad, you've sacrificed all your life for me! That doesn't sound like a
selfish bastard to me." I said.

"Yes, I was. I sacrificed for you because you were all I had left. I love
you because you're my son. But I sacrificed to keep you because, in some
strange way, you were all I had left of Matt.  And I wasn't going to lose
you, too." Dad said.

"Dad, whatever the reasons, you did what you had to do. It doesn't change
how I feel about you.  And I hope you learn to forgive yourself for what
happened. Hating yourself doesn't do any good at all. I've learned that." I
said.

He just took me in his arms and held me for the longest time.

Things just seemed to go along ok for a while after that. Talking out what
was bothering me seemed to help. I stopped withdrawing and kept reminding
myself that love would come eventually. And, in the mean time, I was still
having a great time with Dad and the guys.

Things got really busy towards the end of school, though. I had exams and
papers due and all that shit so, what with one thing or another, I didn't
make it down to help Dad at the job site for more than a month. But
finally, school let out and the first Saturday afterward, I got up and went
down with him.

When we got to the job-site, Dad and I were just getting his tools out of
the back of his pickup when this hot, '73 black Trans-Am, blaring rock
music, pulled up next to Dad's truck. When the guy driving it got out, I
just stood there stunned - completely unable to move. They guy was so
incredibly beautiful that I went into 'brain-lock'!

He stood well over six feet tall (I found out later he's six-four). When he
took off his dark, wrap- around shades I saw that he had sparkling, deep
green eyes. He had thick, dark hair which he wore short on the sides but
long on top. As he was not wearing a shirt, I could see that he had broad
shoulders, a bulging chest full of muscles which was lightly dusted with
hair and a washboard abdomen below. He, too, wore severely cut-off jeans
but the bulge that pushed out the front of them told me two things. The
first was that he must be wearing a jock and the second was, the jock
obviously could barely contain what was between his legs. When he turned
around to lean back into the car to get his hard hat and t-shirt, I almost
lost it! A groan almost escaped my lips when I saw his incredible ass! A
true bubble-butt which, given the dusting of dark hair everywhere else I
could see, I was willing to bet had a butt-trench filled with dark,
fragrant hair as well.

His face was something else again. It was obvious to me that he was
young. Much younger than my Dad but slightly older than me. If angels
exist, his face could be a model for one. Along with the flashing green
eyes, there were white, even teeth, an incredible smile and dimples in his
cheeks when he did. A square jaw made him beautiful, but ruggedly handsome
somehow at the same time.

I stood there like an idiot, staring. I couldn't stop! I couldn't help
myself! I knew my Dad was good looking and I was certainly attracted to
him, but never, ever, in my whole life had I ever seen a male as beautiful
as the one who now stood in front of me. He looked down at me and smiled. I
smiled back but continued to stare. He looked away, like he was embarrassed
by my obvious worship of him. I couldn't believe that this hunk wasn't used
to being stared at by now!  How could he not be? But I finally regained
control of myself enough to turn my eyes away.

I looked over and saw my Dad grinning at me. He'd obviously seen my
embarrassing display of attraction for this young guy. But Dad seemed to
just think my reaction was funny and didn't appear to be angry or
disappointed by it at all. The gorgeous young male walked over to my Dad
and they started talking.

"Morning, Mike", the young guy said. "Who's your helper there?"

"Hey, there, Josh. That's my boy, Matt." my Dad said to him. "Hey,
Matt. Come here and meet Josh. He just joined my crew last month. He wasn't
here the last time you were up to the job site." Dad said to me, a
mischievous grin on his face.

I walked over to where Josh was. I stuck out my hand and he gripped it with
his. Now, I don't have small or weak hands, but Josh's paw covered mine
like I was a little kid and the strength I felt in it, I knew he could
crush my hand in an instant. But his grip, while firm, was gentle all the
same. He was a guy who needed to prove nothing to nobody!

I, however, smiled and made the mistake of looking into those deep green
eyes of his again. Again I was lost. My tongue grew four sizes in my mouth
and made me completely unable to speak, my knees were weak and I was afraid
I'd collapse to the ground right at his feet. I didn't let go of his hand
and he didn't let go of mine. We just stood there, not saying a word, lost
in each other's eyes.

His eyes seemed to pierce right into my brain and my soul, like he knew
everything I was thinking and feeling in those moments. And in his eyes, I
saw such kindness and honesty and something else which I wasn't very sure
of. I thought I could see desire and even love. But that was
impossible. First of all, we'd only just met and, while I'll admit if he'd
asked me at that moment to run away with him forever, I'd probably have
said "Yes!", still there was no way that he could possibly be attracted to
me. And secondly, though I think I started falling in love with him the
minute I saw him get out of his car, I was sure he could never feel that
way about me.

We continued to stand there, just staring into each other's eyes until we
both heard my Dad's voice.

"When you two are done with your staring contest, why don't you both head
over to unit 20?  Josh, I need you to put up the drywall in the upper
bedrooms. Take Matt with you to help. He's almost as good at drywall as
staring." my Dad said, a huge grin on his face.

We both quickly let go of each other's hand and looked at my Dad and then
back at each other.  We both had a sheepish grin on our faces.

"Sure, Mike. Anything you say." Josh answered my Dad but was still looking
at me. " Come on, Matt. We might as well get at it." he said to me much
more quietly than he had answered Dad.

'I'd love to get at it with you!' I thought to myself. 'Anytime, anyplace!'
But I, of course, said nothing. Instead, I followed Josh over to the unit
Dad had indicated and we climbed into the upper floor and went to work.

Now, there is nothing whatsoever romantic about putting up drywall. It is
hot, sweaty, hard work.  But Josh and I worked like a team, almost from the
beginning. It was like I could read his mind. I knew exactly what to hand
him, exactly what to hold in place, exactly what to do to help and make his
job easier. There was not a lot of words that passed between us, but there
were a lot of shy smiles - on both our faces. It was like this guy had no
fucking idea that he was not only hot - he was damned near a god!

As we worked, something slowly crept into my brain. It was a scent. An
earthy, masculine sent that was sending electrical currents directly to my
cock and causing me to leak cock-snot into my already over used
jock. Luckily, I was sweating like a pig and my cut-offs quickly became
soaked in my sweat, otherwise a large, serious circle of pre-cum would have
shown on the front where my cock continued to belch it out. It took me a
while, but I finally figured out what the scent was - it was Josh. Whenever
I would get close to him, the scent would overwhelm my senses. It was the
most erotic scent I'd ever smelled on a male before. I thought Dad's scent
was powerful. It didn't even come close!

We had been hard at work for a couple of hours when Josh said he needed to
take a break. He walked over to where a pile of drywall lay and pulled off
his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face and neck. I would have given
anything to be allowed to smell and suck on the sweat in that shirt!
Grabbing his large thermos, sat down on the pile of drywall. He raised the
thermos to his lips, tilted his head back and drank deeply of the
contents. I could see red liquid dripping out of the corners of his mouth
and onto his bare chest.

He held out the thermos to me. "You want some Gatorade?" he asked.

I reached for the thermos and put my lips where his had been. I raised the
thermos and drank down some of the sweet liquid. I, too, felt the dripping
of the liquid on my bare chest, having removed my t-shirt an hour ago.

I handed Josh the thermos back and sat down next to him. We slowly started
talking. It was obvious that Josh was a rather quiet guy. Didn't evidently
do much talking. I did find out that he was only three years older than me,
just 19, and had just graduated high school but didn't have any desire to
go to college. Josh had always loved building things and his dream was to
eventually become a licensed contractor and build his own houses.

As we sat there talking, it started to seem to me like, instead of just
meeting each other, we had known each other all our lives. We liked the
same music. We both liked cars - I loved his Trans- Am! Neither of us had
many friends and neither of us particularly liked going out to crowded
places or with a lot of people. We were both basically loners.

As we talked, I became amazed at how comfortable I felt talking to
Josh. Oh, I was still all too well aware of how beautiful he was, but as we
talked, I started to see that more and more of that beauty was as much
'inside' as 'outside' this wonderful guy. He also seemed to be very
comfortable talking to me.

"You know, Matt, your very different from anyone else I know. I've never
felt this comfortable talking and being around another guy before." he said
smiling.

"Thanks, Josh. I feel the same way. I guess you're more comfortable around
girls, huh?" I asked, sure that he would dash all my hopes by telling me
about some girl he was in love with.

Instead he started laughing. I didn't exactly understand what that was all
about so I just sat there, looking at him, with a puzzled look on my
face. He finally stopped laughing and looked at me very seriously.

"Matt, I'm sorry. You're question threw me for a second. The truth is, I
don't much care for women. Never have. I hope that doesn't bother you. I'm
sure you have your share of them." Josh said, his voice low, his head
hanging by the time he finished.

Oh, fuck! This was unbelievable! Was he saying what I hoped he was saying?
Did Josh like other guys like I did? There was only one way to find out. I
took my heart in my hands and opened my mouth.

"No, Josh. I don't care much for girls, either. Never have. I guess I like
spending my time with guys a whole lot more. Does that bother you?" I
asked.

At this he looked up, his eyes searching my face to see if what I was
saying was what he was hoping I was saying. I stared back, my face smiling
into his. Slowly a grin spread across his face and he slowly reached out
his hands and held my face in them. He slowly leaned forward until his lips
gently touched mine in our first kiss.

The kiss was gentle and soft, almost like butterfly wings. I didn't even
close my eyes and neither did he. I continued to stare into those deep
green pools and lost myself to him. When his lips left mine, I moaned and
quickly reached up putting my arms round his neck and pulling him back to
me, crushing his lips against mine. I pushed my tongue out and licked at
his upper lip demanding entrance to his mouth. He surrendered quickly and
my tongue entered his mouth for my first taste of Josh. The sweetness of
his mouth and the power of his scent were enough to almost make me pass
out.

I'd never felt like this before. My night with Dad had stirred up strong
feelings of love and loyalty and gratitude. But this! This was stirring up
feelings I didn't even have names for! All of a sudden, I felt like I
wanted to spend the rest of my life in Josh's arms, kissing Josh's mouth.
Nothing else in the entire world mattered in that moment but him. I could
feel him wrapping his strong arms around my body. I was locked in his
embrace and felt that same safety and contentment I had felt sleeping in my
Dad's arms last night.

Finally, we broke the kiss. We smiled shyly at each other. Josh leaned his
forehead against mine and we just sat there. Holding each other, not
talking for the longest time.

"I don't know what to say. I don't usually come on that strong." Josh's
quiet, husky voice broke the silence. "I wanted to kiss you from the moment
I met you. I hope I haven't freaked you out or something."

"But you have." I said quietly. "You've freaked me out completely! Why
would a guy as beautiful as you are want to kiss me?"

Josh seemed stunned by this statement. I told you he didn't have any idea
how beautiful he really was.

"What do you mean 'beautiful'. I'm not beautiful." Josh said, turning a
bright shade of red. I love a guy who blushes!

"Oh, yes you are! You have no idea how beautiful you are. Especially to
me!" I swore to him.

He smiled shyly and I think he even managed to turn a deeper shade of red,
if that was truly possible.

"You don't understand, Matt. You are the one who is beautiful! I was
completely overwhelmed by you this morning. I couldn't even speak, I was so
gone on you! And so scared at the same time." he said, again hanging his
head.

"Scared? What the fuck are you afraid of?" I asked, completely baffled by
this.

"You're only 16. And your father is my boss, for God's sake! What's he
going to think of me having lustful thoughts and desires toward his only
son! Fuck! The least he'll do is fire me, if he doesn't cut of my balls
first!" Josh said.

"Josh, please, trust me. You have nothing to worry about from my Dad. My
Dad knows that I prefer guys. He has no problem with it. He says you don't
judge a man by how he gets his rocks off! You judge a man by what he is as
a person. And I figure he must have understood exactly what was going on
between us this morning. Why do you think he sent us off alone to work?
I'll bet he's hoping that we'll take advantage of the time together to at
least get to know one another." I added.

"Do you think that's true? Do you think he wants us to get together? Why
would he?" Josh asked.

"Well...I think there are several reasons. My Dad is a great judge of
character. If you've worked around him for a month, he's already decided
whether or not he likes you. From what I saw of the way he acted this
morning he obviously does. Besides that, if he didn't like you and he
didn't trust you, he would never have let me work with you alone. I bet
he's already figured out that you prefer guys. He knows I do. I think he's
just letting nature take it's course. In fact, I wouldn't put it past him
to have asked me to come along with him this morning just so that we would
have a chance to meet." I explained.

"You think your Dad's 'matchmaking' for you!? That's too much!" Josh
exclaimed.

"Not really. Dad and I are really close, always have been. My mom ran off
when I was two years old. We haven't seen or heard from her since. My Dad's
been the one who raised me. He's always been there for me. He's like my
best friend. And a lot more. I bet he'd sure rather see me with you -
somebody he knows and trusts than someone he doesn't even know!" I said.

"Well, yeah, that makes sense. But I had no idea that he liked me. He's
never said anything." Josh explained.

"No, and he's not likely to for a long time. Dad's not real verbal with his
feelings. I guess neither of us are." I told him.

"You seem to be a whole lot more than I am!" Josh laughed.

"That's only because I'm still fucking scared to death!" I laughed with
him.

He stopped laughing and looked at me. His voice grew serious.

"What are you afraid of?" he asked.

"You. Me. Us." I said quietly. "I'm feeling things I don't even have words
for and we've just met!  I guess I'm afraid that this is all a dream and
I'm going to wake up and you'll be gone. Or that you won't want to have
anything to do with me because I'm just a kid. Or that you'll reject me
because I'm into things that you might not want to have anything to do
with." I answered.

"Matt, look...I'm feeling things, too. I don't understand them but I know
this - This is not a dream, I'm not going anywhere - except maybe to follow
you wherever you go like some love- sick hound. You are not a 'kid'! I'm
only three years older than you are and I know now that seems like a lot to
you but, trust me, those three years don't matter - especially not to
me. As to what you're into, I'll make a deal with you. There are some
things that I'm into that you might not like either. Let's just be honest
with each other and keep an open mind. We can explore together what we want
and see if we can come to some agreement. Ok?" he said, his voice calm and
reasonable.

"Ok!" I grinned at him. "But I gotta warn you! I can be pretty kinky!" I
laughed.

"We'll see about that! I can be, too!" he said and dipped his head down to
take possession of my mouth again.

Breaking the kiss, he looked deep into my eyes. "We'd best get back to
work. I wouldn't want your Dad to think we were having fun on company
time." he grinned. "And besides, I've got to take a wicked piss."

He no more than said this, and a rush of desire went through my body. I
guess it showed on my face and in my eyes because he looked at me oddly and
said, "You do, too?". I told him yes, even through I didn't. What I really
wanted was to watch him piss. Well, actually, I wanted to drink his piss,
but I figured that doing that would just freak him completely the fuck out,
so I would wait until I could get him worked up to that.

He walked over to the open window which faced the back of the
building. Nothing was below but dirt and sand from the construction. He
opened his cut-offs and I could see that I'd been right on both counts of
my estimation. He was wearing a jock - and one that had not seen a washing
machine for a very long time, if ever. The heady aroma of it rose to my
nose as he dropped his cut-offs to his ankles. I couldn't help but take a
deep whiff of the heady masculine odor that was rising from his sweaty
crotch. On my second estimation, I was technically right, but way low on my
idea of how big and long his cock was. Soft and uncut, it hung at least
eight inches, curving over his nuts which were nestled in a dark, furry bag
and were the size of golf balls.

He held this cock in his hand and skinned back the hood until the
glistening red head of his cock appeared. The piss began to gush forth like
a break in a dam. I couldn't help myself. I moaned at the site. He looked
over at me and saw me staring at his piss stream. I looked up and met his
piercing green eyes. I'm sure my thirst for his golden stream showed on my
face. A slow, horny grin appeared on his face and his stream stopped
abruptly. He didn't say a word, just turned from the window and pointed his
cock at me. I looked at his smiling face, then down at his cock, and
finally back to his face. He didn't speak, just gave a slight nod of his
head in approbation. I sank to my knees, opened my mouth and took in the
head and first inch of his cock. I closed my lips around it and looked up
into his eyes.

He looked down at me with the kindest, gentlest smile and placed his hand
on my head and combed his fingers through my hair. I nodded to let him know
that I was ready and he let go again of his golden stream. It began to
flood my mouth and I was quickly overwhelmed by it. I began to swallow
rapidly to keep from being drowned by it. He moaned and threw his head
back, closing his eyes while using me as his urinal.

"Oh, yeah! Fuck, yeah! Drink my fucking piss!" he moaned quietly as I drank
down his golden offering. "God, you don't know how good that feels. Do you
like it?" he asked, looking down into my eyes again.

I smiled around his pissing cock and nodded my head while continuing to
swallow his warm fluid.  I tried, in the look on my face and in my eyes, to
tell him how much this was turning me on and how much I loved doing it for
him. He stroked my hair as I continued to drink his golden piss.

"Matt! I love this! I've dreamed of someone doing this for me, but I've
never met anyone before who would. You've got to let me have yours as
well!" his eyes bore into mine as he said this, making sure that I
understood this was not a 'one-way-street'.

He finished pissing and I continued to nurse on his cock which rapidly
started to harden in my mouth. I pushed back the hood of his foreskin with
my lips and the fumes of his cock-cheese began to float up into my nose. I
pushed my tongue under the head of his cock and began to lick and taste the
tangy mixture I found there.

After licking it all out, I tried to take more of his cock into my mouth
but found that it was so thick that only about half of his length could
fit. After all, I later measured it and found that it was somewhat over
eleven inches long and very, very thick. Without extensive practice, there
was no way I was going to be able to deep-throat that fucker! But I had
another hole which I knew would greatly appreciate the length and width of
Josh's immense organ. But that would have to wait until later.

Josh pulled his cock from my mouth and reached down and pulled me to my
feet. He immediately locked his mouth on mine and began tasting his piss
and cock-cheese from my mouth. He groaned and was evidently pleased with
the taste.

"Mmm! You taste good!" he grinned as he pulled his mouth from mine. "Now,
how about letting me have some of your piss?" he asked, a horny gleam in
his eye.

He got down on his knees and I opened my cut-offs, allowing them to drop to
my ankles like his were. Josh immediately pushed his nose into my sweaty,
raunchy jock pouch snorting all the ripe smells of piss, sweat, cock-cheese
and cum that were there. He began to lick the pouch and it was soon soaked
with his saliva as he tried to suck out all the smells and flavors of the
mesh pouch.  Then he reached up and pulled it down to my mid-thigh and took
the head of my hardening cock into his mouth. He, too, pushed back my
foreskin and began to lick the cock-cheese from under the head of my
cock. There was a lot built up there over the last few days, what with
fucking Dad's ass that morning and not having really showered during that
time. I was really glad that Josh evidently loved it as raunchy as me
because he was getting quite a mouth and nose full of my ripe scents.

He finally allowed my cock to just rest in his mouth and looked up at
me. He slightly nodded to me, telling me he was ready for my piss. I
thought I would have a hard time getting it started considering I had only
started pissing in somebody's mouth a couple of months ago. But, no, my
piss began to flow as if it was on 'cue'. The relief of letting go of my
piss was equaled by the intense feelings that pissing into Josh's mouth
caused. Looking down into his beautiful face as he swallowed load after
load of my hot, golden stream with such evident satisfaction on his face it
all but took my breath away.

I understood my desire to drink his piss, my need to take part of him
inside me just like I would his cum load. The intimacy of the act as well
as the taboo nature of the act made it intensely pleasurable. But it was so
hard to think that he was feeling the same things about me. But the way his
eyes looked into mine as he continued to swallow my piss load told me that
was exactly what he was feeling and I was so overwhelmed by it that it was
hard to keep tears from forming in my eyes.

Somehow I knew that something was happening here that was far beyond sex,
far beyond simple male rut and horniness. Something in the realm of the
heart was happening between us. It was happening so quickly that it took my
breath away but, rather than wanting to slow down, I wanted it to go even
faster. This roller-coaster ride of building desire and emotions, this
toboggan run of feelings rushing at me was beyond anything which I had ever
experienced before. And I didn't want it to ever stop!

But my piss stream did. And when it did, Josh rose and again brought his
mouth to mine in a deep, open kiss. He had saved the last of my golden flow
to share between us. The kiss was wet, hot and passionate and, when he
finally broke from my lips, I was glad he had his arms around me because I
think I would have fallen on my ass otherwise! He steadied me in his arm
and then slowly let me go.

Just at the time that he turned away and picked up a hammer to continue
hanging the drywall, we heard heavy work-boot steps on the stairs.

"Hey, you guys, time to quit. We've done enough for today. Come on down to
the truck and have a beer." he called out as he walked up the stairs.

Dad walked into the room where we were working and saw Josh and I standing
there together. A knowing smile crossed his face.

"Well, Josh, how'd he work out?" Dad asked Josh.

"Just fine, Mike! Matt is a great helper. He made the work go a lot
faster." Josh replied, smiling at me.

"I'll just bet he did. Matt can be very helpful in a lot of ways." Dad
said, with obvious other meanings left unsaid.

"So Matt," Dad said, addressing me. "You ready to go home?" His voice
seemed to imply otherwise.

"Ah...I was wondering, Mike, if it would be ok for Matt to come over to my
place for a while.  I've got some work to do on the Trans-Am and I could
sure use Matt's help. I thought we might have a pizza and maybe rent some
movies. Is that all right with you?" Josh said earnestly.

Dad just looked at the two of us and grinned.

"Sure it's ok! You two run along. And if it get's too late, don't worry
about it. I'll just expect you home in the morning, Matt. That is, Josh, if
you think you can stand him that long?" Dad said, a twinkle in his eye.

"I think I can stand him a lot longer than that." Josh said quietly.

Dad had a good laugh at that and at my face when Josh said it. I was right!
Dad did set this up!  Did he know that something would happen between Josh
and me? Did he hope that something would happen between Josh and me?

I couldn't worry about it right then. Josh and I were heading towards that
hot Trans-Am of his and we were soon speeding to his place. And with Dad'
permission to spend the night!

The End of Part 3 of Construction Worker's Son.

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