Carpenter’s Apprentice

I was just eighteen, fresh out of high school when I
landed my first real job working for a small
construction company. The work
required me to spend a lot of time away
from home, which was a new and exciting experience.
Dean, the owner of the company, was in his
midthirties. He had a body that was
like a rock and a handsome face. He
gave the outward impression of being someone to reckon
with if you dared cross him, but deep
down he was as gentle as a
lamb.
Dean was the kind of boss who worked right along
with his crew. I guess, because of my
age, he saw me as being someone who
needed some nurturing, and being the fatherly
type, took me under his wing. When ever
we were on an away job, the crew stayed at a
nearby motel, but Dean insisted on staying in the
small trailer he always brought to
the construction site.
Concerned about the bad
habits I might acquire if I spent too
much time alone with the rowdy, more experienced
men, Dean insisted that we bunk together. I thought he
was being overly protective, but he
was the boss.
After just two days on the job,
the shower went on the blink. The
guys offered to let us shower at their motel, but
Dean being the resourceful type, assured them he
already had the problem
solved.
Shortly after dark, once the site was
abandoned, Dean strung a garden hose
around behind the trailer. “Whose going
to be first?” He asked, tossing me a towel. I guess he
must have detected my expression of
apprehension. “You hose me down
first,” he volunteered. “Hell, I ain’t shy.” It was
night, but the ample moonlight allowed me to make
out the detailed features of Dean’s huge muscular
body. When he was ready, I directed a
fine spray over him, discreetly
checking him out.
There was something about seeing
him naked that made me feel strangely
warm inside. I forced my eyes to look away,
but they insisted on returning to the shadowy image of
his soapy thick cock.
Dean shivered as he dried himself. “Well, unless
you’re sleeping outside, you’re
next,” he said. “The water’s cold,
but it feels great.”
I was reluctant, but began
taking off my cloths. I stripped all
the way down to my briefs before hesitating.
“It’s just you and me, kid,” said Dean. “There’s not
another soul around.”
Taking a deep breath, I hooked my thumbs over the top
of my briefs and peeled them off.
Dean immediately turned the hose on
me, dousing my sweaty body with the refreshing spray.
Hurriedly, I ran the soap over my wet skin, working up
a good lather that cascaded down my
body like a sudsy waterfall. A couple
of times I looked at Dean and was
stunned by the way he was leering at me. I’d never before
had anyone study me with such intensity. Dean’s
searching eyes made me uneasy, but
they also excited me, enough to make
my temperamental, young cock restless. Dean’s
attention appeared to be glued to my semi—erect
cock, which only teased my organ to show off even
more. As the last of the grimy froth
dripped from my tightly contracted
nuts, Dean turned off the hose and stood staring
shamelessly at my sizable, full blown
hardon.
He shook his head, smiling. “I was just
trying to remember what it was like
to be your age,” he said, reaching
out to give me a playful pat on my ass. His
innocent gesture gave me goose bumps, I was excited
beyond belief. His hand had touched my naked ass.
I suddenly found myself wondering
what it would feel like to have him
grab my wagging stiff cock. Christ, what was
I thinking? What was happening to me?
I tried to get him off my mind. It was a hot
night. The inside of the trailer was like
an oven. Getting to sleep wasn’t going to be easy. As
I laid on top of the covers, wearing
only a pair of jockey shorts, I
drifted into a state of fantasy. It was a fantasy
as steamy as the night air; an erotic vision that
triggered a massive
erection.
A space of four feet separated my cot
from Dean’s, but it felt like he was
lying right beside me. I could feel the
heat radiating from his muscular body, passionate heat
that was about to drown me in my own
sweat.
A security light cast a dim, amber glow
through out the interior of the small
trailer. I could see Dean resting
peacefully. I needed to jack off in the worst way. I
turned onto my side facing away from Dean. The head
of my stiff, eight-inch cock was poking out over the
elastic of my briefs, dripping for
attention. Reaching down, I
affectionately pinched the spongy knob smearing the gooey
sap that leaked from my piss hole
between my thumb and fingers. I
pulled down the front of my shorts and began to slowly
stroke my rigid slab of teenage meat.
“Does that feel good?” Dean’s words shattered the
silence like an explosion, causing me to nearly
jump out of my skin.
I immediately let the front
of my shorts snap back up, but they
failed to conceal the full length of my pulsing
tool. In a rather lame attempt to hide my self
indulgence I yawned and looked over
my shoulder. ……. .what?” Dean was now
sitting on the edge of his cot staring at
me. I was embarrassed, but I tried not to let it
show. Cramming my tormented prick
down inside my underwear, I rolled
onto my back hoping not to arouse any further
suspicion.
Dean reached for the switch
on the wall and we were suddenly
bathed in a harsh, revealing light. “You know,”
Dean said, gazing lustfully at the sizable bulge
straining against the crotch of my
briefs, “for your size, you sure do
have a big cock.” I knew he was referring to the fact
that I was only five feet nine inches tall and
weighed all of a hundred and thirty
pounds.
I felt my face glowing red and hot. Dean
shook his head and smiled knowingly
as I pulled up the sheet to distort his
view. “I can always go outside and have a smoke if you
want to finish taking care of
business,” he said.
“I — I,” I couldn’t even
speak.
“Better yet,” he said, coming over to sit
on the side of my cot. “Why don’t you
let me help you take care of
business.” I
laid paralyzed as he tossed back the sheet and pulled
my underwear down around my knees. The
stiffness afflicting my quivering
young cock had not subsided in the least, if
anything, my cock had gotten even harder. I
moaned as Dean’s fingers slid up the insides of my
down covered thighs, pausing as they reached my
swollen nuts. My head spun as he
gently rolled my aching bangers with his
callused fingers.
“My God, boy, you’re so
full of juice you’re damn near ready
to pop a load.”
Sweat streamed down the sides of
my face as Dean locked a fist around
my pulsating cylinder. It took my breath away
when he squeezed my shaft until the head of my dick
was stretched so tight that it seemed
to glow in the harsh light. Wetting his lips
with his slippery tongue, I could see
that he thirsted to sample the single drop of shimmering
pre- cum that had emerged from my
piss hole to fill the shallow well at
the tip of my organ’s bloated crimson crown.
“Mmmmmmmm….nectar of the Gods,” Dean sighed
softly, bending down to take my
succulent knob between his slobbering
hungry lips.
I closed my eyes, listening to him grunt
and groan with satisfaction as my
sticky sap washed over his hot, wet
tongue. My entire body trembled as Dean stuck the tip of
his tongue into the slimy slit of my
piss hole. My organ lurched ruttishly
as he lapped greedily, slowly moving his talented
mouth further and further down the shaft of my pulsing
organ. I watched with utter amazement
as he greedily consumed the entire
length of my cock.
I could keep silent no longer. “Oh
fuck, that feels so good,” I panted.
“I’ve never had a blow job before.” Dean snaked my
thick wad of meat out of his sweltering
gullet. “I take it then that you approve?” He said,
flicking his tongue up and down the tubular
underbelly of my rigid
organ.
“Oh God, yes! Please don’t stop. Suck my
dick some more.”
“You know,” he said, wiping the
drool from his chin, “I might be
persuaded to do just that, provided you’re willing
to return the favor.” I looked down
between his huge, hairy legs and stared at
the enormous, elongated bulge tenting out the leg of
his baggy boxer shorts. “I don’t
know,” I said.
“It’s either that, or you let me
fuck your sweet, little ass,” Dean
said, slowly pushing my legs into the air so that
he could scrutinize the tempting contours of my tender
butt more closely. Truth is, I was so
fucking horny I was willing to do
almost anything.
Gently, Dean began caressing my
ass, filling me with overwhelming
curiosity. I drew my knees up against my chest
urging him to explore further. He ignited a fire
inside me when he pulled the muscular
cheeks of my smooth buttocks apart,
making my small, pink pucker vulnerable to his
assault.
Slowly Dean sank down onto
the cot and buried his face in the
crack of my ass. I nearly shot my wad when he crammed
his thick spiky tongue deep inside my musky
asshole.
Spit soon saturated the crack of my ass
and a single finger pierced the wispy
halo of man fur that surrounded my
flexing anal orifice. I shivered uncontrollably as his
invading finger wiggled its way into my spastic
rectum.
“Damn, you’re tight,” Dean sighed, easing
a second finger up my twitching
butt.
I had fingered my bunghole a few times while
jacking off, but it had never felt
like this. Dean’s thick fingers felt
so wonderful inside me, I heard myself whimpering with
ecstasy, begging for more.
The tips of his embedded fingers raked over my
internal reservoir of semen and I
could resist him no longer. “Okay,” I said
weakly. “You can fuck me, but you have
to promise to go slow, and to stop if it hurts too
bad.” “You
got it buddy boy!” Dean said, slipping off his
underwear as I did the same. His cock was not as big
as mine, but it was still an
impressive tool. The thought of
having something that size up my ass had me sweating
bullets.
Rising up on my hands and knees, I
watched anxiously as Dean sheathed
his veiny lance with a lubricated condom,
After taking position behind me, he eased the head of
his dick between my butt cheeks and
engaged my resistant rim of anal
muscle.
My fingers dug into the bedding, knotting
into tight fists as the massive head
of his steadfast hardness burst into
my virgin hole. I howled with agony as his entry sent
shock waves riveting down my legs and up my
spine. A final jolt of searing pain
surged through my manhood as he
smothered the entire length of his bony flesh deep into
the warmth of my quivering
asshole.
“Christ, you’ve got a snug little
butthole,” Dean panted. “I haven’t
had a piece of ass this tight in years.” I moaned
torridly as his tempo increased, rising to a
fevered pitch. The discomfort had vanished, passion
now filled me, as raw and as urgent
as any I had ever felt.
Dean grunted, slamming his
man-rammer deep into my ass, rotating
his hips to make his organ wiggle around inside me.
“Ohhh, yeahhhh, bang my boy-box. It feels great,” I
said hoarsely. “I never thought that
doing it with another guy would be
anything like this, so erotic.” “So you like
getting fucked, do you?”
“Oh yeah. I love
it.”
Dean snickered smartly as if he had known all
along that I would. “Being such a
pretty, young boy, I had a feeling
you were hot to be screwed.” Dean was panting
hard. I could feel his hairy balls
contacting as they slapped wetly into the valley of my
gaping butt crack. He was close to
coming, his manly load was churning,
boiling up for release.
Grabbing hold of my hips,
Dean road me hard, thrusting his
steely cock inside me and holding it there. His orgasmic
organ jerked so violently I thought it was
going to lift my impaled ass right
off the bed.
I gasped as Dean pulled his trembling
dick out my flexing bunghole. I
immediately rolled onto my back and
started stroking my sappy prick. “That’s it,”
Dean cooed, tearing off the slimy rubber,
frantically yanking his cock. “Beat that fucking piece
of meat. Yeahhhh!” He
huffed passionately as the searing white heat of his
pent up load spurted across my bouncing nuts.
Strands of creamy cock juice trickled
down my balls to fill the crack of my
aching reamed ass. Dean’s mouth gaped lewdly as his raspy
breath faded from burning desire to blissful
contentment.
A final drop of milky semen oozed from
his strained piss hole as he dove
between my gaping knees to bury his face in
my steamy crotch. His slippery tongue saturated my nuts
with spit as he lapped up his spent
wad. Squirming feverishly, I shoved
my dick in his face, longing to feel his hot mouth
consume me.
“Oh yeah, suck my dick!” I
cried. “Take it down you throat like
you did before.”
As his sensuous mouth closed
around the shaft of my cock, I thrust
my ass up off the cot, driving the soggy knob
of my thick fuck muscle against the back of his
throat. Dean groaned as his
slobbering lips matted my pubic fur with his
escaping drool.
I dug my fingers into his
thick, black hair, fucking his mouth
with a flurry of savage thrusts. My ejaculation was
emanate. My aching balls contracted to form a satiny
pouch beneath Dean’s bristly
chin.
My cock jerked as it slid from Dean’s mouth.
“I’m gonna cum!” I groaned in a fit
of lustful insanity. “Please, jack me off!” Dean
seized my cock, his tight fist hammering away at a
frenzied pace. My entire body was covered with a
torrid sweat as I wiggled and
squirmed, bucking against the sensual
thrusts of his pumping hand. A whipping rope
of semen launched through the air
landing on my chest, another splattered across my lips.
The taste of my own cum triggered a
third and fourth volley of gooey
jism. By the time my ejaculation had subsided, my
entire torso was saturated with pools of shimmering
white cock cream.
From then on, by day Dean was my boss and by night,
he was my lover.

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