Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 13:11:23 +0000
From: B J <thetoilet16@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Toilet - Part 6

The Toilet - Part 6

Usual disclaimer applies.

Please email me comments and suggestions to thetoilet16@hotmail ! I know
it's been a while and I have some readers who really love my story which is
great, so please keep supporting me with your feedback because I lose
motivation really easily! Anyway, hope you guys like this next
installment. Things get more and more interesting as you get to know the
characters better, and I think this part is kind of the beginning of some
new revelations.

- - -

I was glad I was skipping a day of school to work with Dad and Justin. It
was another hot day, and we continued digging where we left off the evening
before. Because we were continuing out parts, Dad headed off to the
structure while Rick, Justin and I worked on the digging for the garage. I
wondered why we couldn't use a machine to help us dig, but figured they
only had enough to work on the bigger areas.

"How are you going, Brad?" Justin asked me.

"Yeah good, it's getting hot already hey?"

"I know, this summer's gonna kill us out here."

"You got any drinks?"

"Yeah Rick's got them over there in the esky."

"Hey Rick, can you pass us a beer each?"

He looked up from his section, sweating and topless, and stared at me for a
second.

"Sure thing mate." He threw a couple and I managed to catch them.

"Thanks." I responded.

Justin looked at me sternly after I passed him a beer, "Are you sure you're
OK working near him after what he did?"

"It's not so bad...it's not like I totally hated it." I grinned at him, and
he just shook his head with a smile on his face. Damn...that smile! I could
just bite him, he's so adorable and hunky.

I held my shovel in my left hand as I gulped down half the beer in one
shot.  Justin did the same. We were sweating so much, we could smell each
other, and the smell of beer.

By now the hole we were digging was about half a metre deep and about 9x5
metres in diameter. We still had a while to go, and it was pretty much
digging deep from now on. Dad told me we had to get it about 3 metres deep,
and then a hill of cement would lead from above down in, so quite a bit of
the dug out area would be filled. Apparently Dad was gonna earn big money
from this project, especially since he's the manager of it.

>From where we dug I couldn't see Dad, there were a few large trees and
lots of framework in the way. I wanted to go see what kind of things he was
working on. I paused my digging and looked toward Justin.

"Hey Justin, would it be OK if I went and saw what Dad was working on, just
for a bit? I promise I'll be back soon."

"Go for it mate, we're ahead of schedule anyway since you're speeding
things up."

"Cool, I'll be back soon."

I knew whereabouts Dad was but couldn't actually see him. I had to pass
some old Eucalyptus trees before I came to the framework, a good 80 metres
from where we were digging the garage. There were about 6 guys up on the
frames doing various tasks, and a crane moving steel up so it could be
connected. The sun was more direct over here - I'm glad I put on sunblock
this morning. I looked around as I walked towards it but still couldn't see
him.

I went up to the guy working the crane and asked if he had seen my dad
anywhere.

"Sorry mate, not sure. Check around behind the framework, or over the piss
shed further down."

Piss shed? So there was another one on this side of the site. I guessed Dad
must've been there, so I walked around the large framework and headed to
the back. It was pretty noisy, guys up about 10 metres from me to the right
were drilling and banging things. I think I prefer working on solid ground,
so I'm glad Dad didn't get me to work up there. I sped up my pace a bit and
ended up about 150 metres from where I was digging with Justin and Rick.


- - -

His arse looks fucking good. Looks tight, definitely never been fucked
before.

"Seriously man, I've never been fucked. I'm no faggot." There was a strong
sense of fear in his voice.

"So you're calling me a faggot huh?" I asked, grabbing his head back with
my right fist clenching his rough brown hair. I had him tied up to a pole
by his hands inside the piss shed .  It was pretty dark, only some light
coming in from the door which was a bit open and some cracks in the tin
roof. The shed was pretty small too, about 5x5 metres. The pole was near
the back of the shed, and it was like an extra support to hold up the
pathetic roof.

I'd been eyeing Hank for a couple of weeks now. He was always bending down
in front of me when he picked up steel, it's like he was begging for it. I
loved studying how his bare back would disappear in front of his legs as
his arse stretched through his small, tight dark green shorts. A small
trail of dark hair led from his lower back into his shorts...another thing
begging for attention. His face is quite chiseled, and he always has light
stubble on his cheeks and chin. His eyes are a piercing blue, and they
contrast so well with his honey brown hair. He has it short and scruffy,
makes him look very sexy and manly.

But now he's just a pussy boy. I had him stripped down, only leaving his
dirty work boots on. He was tightly glued to the pole, with his hands tied
at his chest level. I used a good, durable rope so that he wouldn't
escape. My only concern was the pole collapsing and the roof coming
through, but I'm sure he knew the same thing and wouldn't cause too much
trouble.

I looked at his dimly lit arse, and how tight it looked. Man I was gonna
enjoy fucking that. Nice, a bit hairy and very firm and muscular. His
thighs were chunky and firm like a rugby player, and they featured a nice
amount of dark brown hair.

My cock was growing hard in my shorts, which were all I had on. I moved
myself toward him, rubbing my bulge inbetween his bare crack. I moved
slowly, up and down.

"Shit...fuck, Alex." He said, whimpering but not exactly complaining. I
could smell his sweaty body, and felt dampness all over his back. I pushed
myself against him from behind so we were joined and wrapped my arms around
him. I rubbed the sweat of our bodies together, feeling how hot he was. I
rhythmically grinded up and down, feeling the sticky friction between his
back and my chest, his arse and my cock. His breathing was heavy, but he
didn't bother with words - he knew he wasn't going anywhere until I
finished with him.

I moved my right hand down along the crevices of his body, until I reached
his hole. I prodded my dry index finger against it, seeing if I could get
it in. He whimpered as I slowly added more pressure. I was hoping it would
suddenly open, but saw it needed some extra attention before anything could
happen. I squatted down so that my view was filled with his beautiful
arse. I smelt the manly aroma that surrounded it, and couldn't resist
diving my nose in and sniffing his tight hole. My sniffing was obviously
tickling him and he began to wiggle.

After I'd enjoyed the smell enough, I knew I needed to taste it. I gave it
a gentle kiss before gently poking my tongue out and licking at it, only
using the tip. His crack seemed have a life of its own, moving in and out
and responding to my actions. I moved more of my tongue out, and began
licking his whole crack, taking in the faint shitty taste and salty sweat.

I could see he was enjoying it, as he was constantly panting and moaning. I
was getting hungry and started to munch on his hole, reveling in the moans
this brought out of his mouth. I decided it was now wet enough, and tried
to force my tongue inside him. He whimpered as it finally opened up and
sucked my tongue into itself. His breathing and moaning became heavier as I
forced it further in, and wiggled my tongue in all directions. The taste
was indescribable - I wouldn't say it tasted like shit, more like...man.
There's no other way to describe it. It was extremely warm inside, and very
squishy.

Once I was satisfied he was lubricated enough, I returned to my previous
position and again forced my index finger against his hole. This time it
easily slipped in, so I immediately added my middle finger as well. He was
panting like a dog as I forced them in as far as I could. I have quite long
fingers, so I was able to reach his prostate. When my middle finger rubbed
against it, he quivered all over and let out an orgasmic gasp.

"You like that, don't you pussy boy?" I asked him.

He was so out of breath all he could do was nod. I grinned as I shoved
another finger inside, and then another, until I had four in. I decided
that it was enough and that he was now ready to be fucked.


- - -


I couldn't believe what I was witnessing - Dad was about to fuck one of the
guys here at work. I peeked through a hole at the back of the shed, after
I'd heard noises inside and was curious to find out what was happening. He
had almost managed to get his fist into the guy. The expression on the
guy's face was indescribable; pain, but at the same time excruciating
lust. He wanted to feel Dad's hard cock fucking him hard. He almost looked
like he'd die without it.

"Please, just fuck me now, I can't wait anymore Alex", he cried.

"Who gave you permission to call me by my name? From now own, you call me
daddy, got that?"

"Yes daddy, sir. Please daddy, fuck me."

"Since you asked so nicely..."

I was kind of hurt that dad found someone to take on the position of son. I
wanted him to be my daddy right now, with me pleasuring him and taking in
his cock, and letting him control me any way he wanted. But I understand
that dad is a very sexual man, and he always gets his way. He wanted a fuck
right now, and had found the right guy for it.

He moved his large, veiny cock to the hole of the guy. He began to apply
force, and kept prodding at it till it gave in and he managed to slip in
half his cock on first entrance. The guy yelped, but dad put his hand over
his mouth so he wouldn't make noise. He entered harder, and this caused
loud muffled moans from the guy.  I got excited and tried to whip out my
cock and start wanking, but I accidentally banged my hand on the shed.  I
quickly tried to zip up and hide, but before I knew it dad had come out and
caught me.

"Brad, what are you doing mate?"

"Sorry dad, I just wanted to see where you were."

"Er..I was just having a..um...a break."

"You don't sound so sure of that," I said with a cheeky smile. He now knew
that I knew what was going on.

"Say Brad, why don't you come inside and see if you wanna...um...hang out?"

"I'd love to hang out."



To be continued...