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  • Working with pa

    • My 1st job turnin' 18 was workin' long side me Pa on road repair. It was filthy, sweaty labor, guaranteed to make a man outta a boy. On hot days, Pa n his budz worked bare chested. None of them muthafuckas wore shit under they's Levi's. At home, I was used to Pa always adjustin' his manhood in the jockstrap he wore round the house. Watchin' TV on the sofa next to me, he would pull n squeeze his cock shaft, as he chugged beer or puffed cigar. He stuck his fingers into the jock pouch to scratch his nutz. Pullin' his paw outta his jock, he would grab me round me shoulder n moan, "Jesus fuckin Christ Son, that makes me fuckin ballz feel right fine."

    On the job site, I soon saw that it wasn't jes me Pa that pleasured hisself by crotch grabbin' his meat, all his mates were fist gropin' they's sweat soaked crotches too. Some of them whore masters wore naught but short cut-offs, n I got used to seein' them dudes' pecker heads pokin' outta their leg openin's. At home with Pa, I was fraid to grope meself so's he would see. So I jes fuckin sat there next to him, my knee pressin' gainst his, lookin' at him playin' with his fuck tool. I didn't even try to adjust myself, even when my rod got so fuckin hard it was tentin' out my jock, n me ballz hung swingin' out the bottom. I was waitin' on Pa tellin' me I had his permission. But all he ever done when he saw me jock bulgin' out hard was chuckle n give my boner a fuckin swat with his open hand.

    Now that I was working so damn close to bout a dozen guys that we was all the time brushin' r sweat drippin' bods up against each other, n all the time watchin' them shiftin' round their cock meat, I knew I couldn't be accepted as a real man like them lest I cock groped meself too. I saw my chance when Pa was on his knees hammerin' a spike, while the foreman stood in front of him givin' him some work orders, n at the same time the foreman hauled out his pecker n pissed. The boss was pissin' so close to me Pa, that I knew Pa could smell the bruiser's piss stream. I stepped up next to our boss, grasped hold me pole shaft with one hand, n pulled me ballz out me shorts leg with me other. I yanked n tugged on me low hangers so that they were less than an inch from me Pa's nose. The bossman shoved his hairy paw down the back of me shorts n laffed, "That's right Laddie, show yer Daddy that yer a full grown man." He grabbed me by me butt, his middle finger in my ass crack, touchin' me hole, n fuckin shoved me into me Pa. My ballz popped into Pa's mouth, makin' me dump a wad of scum juice in me shorts.

    The big boss pissin' right in front of Pa's face was nuthin fuckin special. All the workmen relieved thereselfs right where they was standin' when the piss urge come on em. Some of them ram fuckers even pulled they's man tools out n jes pissed as they worked. It was real raunchy seein' a dude's piss stream squirtin' all over the fuckin place as they worked n pissed at the same time. If ya budz fuckin piss splashed ya square in the face, or if ya britches got hosed down so's ya were soakin' wet, a simple "Sorry Pal" made up fer yer humiliation at bein' pissed on. One time I was standin' pissin in this big hairy ex-cons boot, n me Pa was standin' on his other side piss fillin' his other boot Me n Pa were lookin' eye to eye, grinnin' at each other, jes enjoyin' the masculine comraderie of doin' shit only the roughest n toughest of men knew how to do. Both Father n Son were lettin' our ballz loose some of r fuck sperm into r man piss, makin' the act of takin' a leak feel like the act of fuckin'.

    At quitin' time us men got together in the foreman's trailer fer some R&R. We all groped ourselves tween r legs, pullin' n squeezin' r swollen, drippin' fuck meat. The talk was all bout the sexin' we done, the sexin' we was gonna do, n the fuckin shit that gets us off best. It was real special sportin' hardons together, lettin' r hards show in r Levis, seein' r budz ramrods throb under the worn cotton of r crotches, n proudly showin off with wet spots r droolin' lube made. The man to man sex talk kept on gittin rowdier n rowdier. The fuckin degenerate shit these fuckin studs was into was makin' me feel like I was loosin' me cocksuckin mind. They was tellin' how they got off the heaviest scuz flow by the rape of innocent younguns, how they made their fucked over victims beg fer more degradin' shit, n how they turned the raped over kids into cheap slut whores. I learned that pairin' up with a fuck buddy was how real men did sex best. It was easier to corrupt sex hungry studs like me, easier to get em to start cryin'. I was feelin' sex lust by now deep in my guts. I was becomin' a rut pig that needed abreedin. I heard meself gruntin' n agroanin real fuckin loud. The budz round me knew what was gonna happen to me n grabbed at they's sweaty precum juice leakin' crotch pouches. I was howlin', "Oh fuckin shit, oh fuckin Jesus, I feel me baby makin' fuck spooge movin' up thru me muthafuckin groin. Oh fuckin Pa, see yer Daddy lovin' Son squirt off his man juice. You Goddam cocksuckin sumbitch bastard muthafuckin scumbags, you hard cocked fuckers, looka this." I stood, yanked me crank outta me Levi's, point my purple pulsin' cock knob at them, n spewed out a thick steady gusher of me fuckin man scum. I kept cussin, n me scum flow kept unloadin. My screw juice was splatterin in their fuckin faces. The boss had jizz runnin' down his cheeks, onto his lips. Fuck if'n the stud didn't lick me filthy scum off with his tongue. When me Pals began rubbin' me fuckin jism into their hairy chest, I fuckin knew I belonged.


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