James Part 6: A Man's World

At home, Ian and I were still sexually active. I had begun to accept that I was bisexual, and began to enjoy the sexual contact. Ian, unlike Martin, was a considerate lover and always made sure I had an orgasm before things finished up. Monday morning soon came around, and I arrived at my new job at 8 a.m. Ian had told me to ask for Gordon, who was the site foreman. The foreman, turned out to be quite a giant of a man – but with startling blue eyes that looked oddly out of place against his dirty work gear, stubbly face and dirty blonde/brown hair. He gave me a tour of the site, and then brought me into the office where we completed some rudimentary safety training, and some documents. There was silence as I sat there, looking at Gordon over the desk. I twitched uncomfortably as I waited for Gordon to break this unexpected quiet. Gordon swivelled on his chair, and told me to come over. When I came around the desk, I saw he had his cock out, and was stroking it to erection. I should have expected it really.

“Don’t worry”, he said, “I was told about you”. He explained how Ian had told his friend, who owned the construction firm about my “sexuality”, and in turn he informed my now boss. By the time the explanation ended, Gordon’s cock was now at full erection - and was at least 8 inches in length. He peeled back the foreskin to reveal a cock that had most definitely not been washed in days. I decided I didn’t have much of a choice, and in seconds I was sucking the cock. The taste of sweat, piss and spunk, combined with the smegma nearly made me retch, but I licked and sucked Gordon until I felt his body tense. I opened my mouth wide awaiting a load of spunk, but the foreman pulled out his cock slightly, and pulled my head back by the hair, then sprayed his load across my face and all across my t-shirt. Gordon pushed his rapidly softening cock back into his jeans and zipped up, and let me clean the cum off my face with a rag. As I got up he pinched my arse and advised me that he would enjoy that later.

I left the office and Gordon demonstrated to me my first task. The morning flew buy, but my muscles ached by lunchtime, not having ever been exposed to this level of hard physical labour before. Earlier, we had a short tea break, where I got one or two strange looks from guys who saw the stains on the front of my t-shirt. Of course, these looks were hard to distinguish from the strange looks I was getting because of my hair colour and piercings. Lunchtime saw me as filthy as everyone else on the site, but sitting alone. Three guys came over, whom I had brief conversations with earlier in the day. They introduced themselves and made small talk. Leon was a black guy aged about 28, Jason was a short, thin guy who was 24 and finally there was Mike who was 50. Lunch hour passed quickly enough, considering the strained conversation that filled it. Arrangements were made to head to the pub after work so they guys “could get to know me”. To be honest, I felt fit for sleep as it was, never mind what I would feel like in another 3 hours. At 3.30 p.m., Gordon summoned me into the office. I knew, after this morning’s event, exactly the scene that was to be played out when I entered. Indeed, the moment I came in he ordered me to pull my trousers down, and bend over the desk as he locked the door, and made sure the one window was now shut and the blind pulled. I lay there waiting, concentrating on “happy thoughts” as Gordon lubed his cock with spit and began to push against my anus. His rough hand covered my mouth, and his penis entered my ass. It was a good ten minutes before he pumped his spunk inside me. He pulled out and zipped up, and told me to get out. 5.30 came around not a moment too soon, and my three new found “friends” and brought me to the local pub. I wasn’t a big drinker, and intended to space my drinks out. It wasn’t to happen that way, as the guys bought round after round for the “new guy” and soon I found myself pretty drunk. They were all pretty freaked about my piercings and asked me why I had them done etc. I explained it was just something I was into. The pub regulars certainly had a field day, having probably never seen anything quite like me before. Indeed one stared so hard; Jason got up and began to argue with him about it. The other lads pulled him back down, and it was the moment I noticed Jason operated on a particularly short fuse. You could tell by glint in his eyes he was seconds away from physical violence.

I got up to go for a piss, and Leon came with me. We stood at adjoining urinals and pulled out our cocks. I sighed and let go a stream of beer piss that had been building in me all night. Leon did the same, and looked over at me grinning. I glanced and saw a huge cock; even limp and pissing I knew it was huge. He didn’t realise, luckily enough, but he saw me pulling back to zip up, and saw the silver bar slide under my foreskin. He blinked then looked around to see if anyone was around.

“You’ve got your fucking cock pierced?” he exclaimed. “I thought you were a bit of mental fucker, but now it’s confirmed!” Leon laughed as we left, and went back to the two other guys and got completely pissed.

The next morning, I got into work feeling fairly rough. It had been quite a heavy night with the lads the night before. About 20 minutes after I arrived, after a very strong cup of coffee, Gordon summoned me to the site office. He sat back in his chair, and pulled out his cock in exactly the same way as the morning before, expecting me to suck it. I knelt down and wrapped my lips around his cock and began to suck it. Gordon was groaning and moaning as he pushed and pulled his cock in and out of my mouth. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Liam that I was sucking, in an attempt to make the thought of sucking Gordon off slightly more palatable. I kept sucking until I suddenly felt him stop and pull his cock out of my mouth. I opened my eyes to see why, and saw Mike standing beside the desk, having obviously seen all. Gordon hadn’t locked the office door. To this day I’m not sure if it was on purpose or not, but now my “secret” was out. Mike then shut the door behind him, and was in the process of pulling out his cock. He then slipped the lock. Gordon smiled, and pushed my head back on to his cock.

A few minutes later I had cum on my face and t-shirt, and another cock in my mouth. Mike’s cock was only about 5 inches, but was rock hard, and soon it was spraying a load of cum down inside my mouth. He held his cock in there, after he came, which I took as an indication he wanted me to swallow his seed. As I did swallow his hefty load of cum, he slipped his cock out. Both of them zipped up and left the room. I spent about 5 minutes just relaxing and tidying up and then went to work. As I entered the yard, it was obvious I had been outed by Gordon and Mike as some guy just looked at me. Some faces showed disgust, some showed curiosity – it was the oddest feeling. During the course of the day some guys whispered insults as I passed, some called me a “fucking queer” or a “poof” to my face, but most of them ignored me completely. The site we were working on was a large office block, so luckily I was left to my own devices quite a lot of the time, and it was a time like that my first troublesome encounter occurred. I was just finishing my lunch (after sitting in the canteen alone at morning break, being laughed at and insulted, I decided to eat lunch away in my own quiet corner of the site. I was throwing my lunch box back into my bag, and had just stood up to find Jason standing face to face with me. He was staring at me, with a look on his face which left me slightly scared and worried about exactly what was going to happen in the next few moments. I saw that look in his eyes, similar to the night before.

Jason took a drag off a cigarette he was smoking, and threw it away. In one swift moment, his knee connected with my testicles and sent me crashing to the ground. Jason pulled me up and pulled me around the corner.

“Stay fucking quite you stupid faggot” he whispered angrily, “and take down your trousers”.

I was leaning against a pillar for support, as the blinding pain in my groin was only beginning to recede. I knew I hadn’t got a choice in the matter, and began to unbuckle my trousers. I slid them down and he pulled down my boxers. Jason pushed my face into the pillar and pushed his body against mine. Within a moment I felt his prick press against my asshole. He could of only been about 6 inches, but without lube he hurt like hell as he pushed his cock inside me. Jason began to fuck me hard and fast.

“Oh you fucking bitch. Fucking queer…ahhhh…. ahhhh…fuck yeah… oh fuck yeah…like cunt…take it….” he mumbled as he fucked me.

He kept pounding me against the wall, as he slipped his hand down to his mobile to make a call. As he fucked me all I could hear was “Up on the fourth storey, down the back, behind the storage area – he’s up here mate” before he hung up.

He began to really slam it into me as he approached orgasm.

“Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh yeah…you dirty little queer cunt.”

He began to cum inside me and after he did he pulled out.

“There’s someone else here to see you” he whispered in my ear. I looked around, and saw a large tattooed skinhead, that I had seen around the site before. He was about 40 years old.

“Me and Frank met in prison three years ago – when your inside you get to appreciate fucking a bit of boy cunt. Frank was the first to fuck mine, so trust me when I say this going to hurt a bit” Jason whispered as he pushed me back against the wall. I looked around to see Frank pull a cock out of his work jeans. Jason wasn’t lying; it was huge – longer than Gordon’s. I closed my eyes, awaiting the pain. Frank took Jason’s position and plunged his monster towards my hole and I had to bite my lip so hard it began to bleed as it forced itself inside me. After ten minutes of solid fucking and verbal abuse that was twice as bad as Jason’s, Frank shot a large wad of cum up my hole. Unlike Jason, he didn’t pull out. I wondered why, until moments later I felt a warm feeling in my gut. It took me a few seconds to realise what was happening – the dirty bastard was pissing up inside me. After about 90 seconds he pulled out, followed by a flood of piss and cum, which landed on my boxers and jeans. Jason was wanking and sprayed another load of cum on top of my sodden clothes. They put their cocks back in their trousers and left, laughing at me as they walked away. I pulled up my sodden, smelly, stained clothes in which I had to work the rest of the day – accompanied by crude comments about my sexuality, that I was a “whore”, and that I had pissed in myself.

I went home in despair, walking all the way so I wouldn’t have to use the bus smelling of piss. Throughout the town I could see people stare at me, and snigger as I walked by. After I got home, I stripped and headed straight for the shower.