Gay Erotic Stories

It was 15 years ago during the summer that I first worked for my Uncle Jake. He owned a large construction company, and during my break from college, he gave me a job as a favor to my father. This was my first real job, and I liked working labor outdoors. It was this training that eventually led years down the road to my taking over Uncle Jake's company. I'm now President of the T & L Construction Company, and the things I learned on the job that summer and the next few summers that followed, I still carry with me today. I was 20 years old that first summer on the job, and was more naive than I realized. There were about 40 men working for Uncle Jake and I got to know most of them by the time the job ended in late August. Most guys stayed with Uncle Jake's company for many years, and the majority of them were in their late thirties or early forties. However, Uncle Jake always kept open a few spots for newcomers to the construction trade. They were much closer to my age, and they were usually the guys I got to become good friends with. The job started at 7:30 in the morning before the real summer heat took over and lasted until 6:30 in the evening. There was a midday break where most workers took the opportunity to eat lunch and have some conversation. One day I took notice of the fact that Tim, one of the new workers on detail went off with three of older guys--Mike, Al, and Andy, to a tool shed that was about 1/2 mi. away from the mess tent most of us gathered in during the lunch break. I didn't give it much thought that day. But when I saw Tim later that evening before we were all about to head home, I noticed that he his eyes looked red, as though he had been crying and that he had difficulty walking. When I tried talking to him, he just told me to mind my own business. I knew when to keep shut, so I just left him alone and never asked him again about what was wrong. Later that week I saw Mike, Tim and Al heading back at lunchtime to the tool shed with another newcomer to our crew. His name was Rich. Rich was a real cute guy. He was your typical blonde, blue-eyed WASP. This time I decided to follow the guys and see what was going on. When I saw that they had entered the tool shed, I quietly went behind the back where I knew there a small peephole in which I could see and hear what was going on. Things seemed harmless enough at first. Mitch, had handed out cans of beer to everyone. I watches as they began drinking the cold beer and holding a typical bull session. Mitch, Al and Andy were all about the same age. All were strong, powerful burly guys. Mitch was about 5 ft. 10. weighed 200 lbs, and had a real hairy chest. Al and Andy were slightly taller, and a bit heavier with smooth hairless chests. Rich was about 6 ft. 1 in. but was slim and weighed about 170 lbs. Since it was a typical hot summer day, Mitch, Al and Andy were bare chested and wore shorts. Rich wore a torn T-shirt and shorts that were well worn and had tears in the back and the crotch area. Not clothes you'd wear necessarily in mixed company, but when you're working on a construction crew, a typical summer outfit. After a few minutes of dirty jokes that the older guys took turns telling, the scene suddenly changed. Mitch brushed his hand against Rich's crotch. Rich yelled out, "what the fuck was that! Don't ever touch me there, you faggot" Mitch gave Rich an angry look and said, "Don't ever call me a faggot, and never tell me what I can or cannot do. "Rich must not have been thinking straight, obviously the beer had its effect, because he continued to challenge Mitch instead of trying to beat it out of there as fast as he could. Before Rich knew it Mitch had grabbed him by his T-shirt and raised him in the air. In a few seconds he had ripped off Rich's T-shirt revealing a well-developed and very smooth chest. He then started to rip off Rich's shorts. As he was wrestling with Rich, Mitch was taunting him. "Who are you kidding pretty boy. You come dressed looking for action by wearing shorts that reveal almost everything, and now you're pretending that you don't want any. Well now you're going to see what action is." Rich answered back, "I'm not into that queer stuff, so leave me alone, or I'll start screaming and report you to the foreman." Mitch laughed at Rich as he finished wrestling him to the ground and had Rich's shorts almost down to his knees. He then said to Al, "Al, he's going to report this to the foreman. Tell pretty boy who the foreman is." Al looked at Rich who was now starting to realize the seriousness of the situation and said, "Why Mitch, you know that I'm the foreman." Rich by now had been stripped to his underpants, and the tiny bikini shorts were soon being removed to reveal a small bush of blonde hair surrounding a cock half erect. You could see terror in Rich's face. He knew he would have to submit to whatever these three guys wanted. Mitch then pulled Rich up from the floor and put him over his knees. He started to yell at Al and Andy to get him the paddle that was at the other end of the shed explaining in a loud voice, that pretty boy here needed to be spanked for showing disrespect to his elders. Al hurried back with the paddle and they watched as Mitch gave Rich a whipping he'd soon never forget. Even standing outside the shed, I could hear SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! By the time Mitch was finished with Rich, the loud cries had become soft whimpers and his once white ass was now a bright orange red. Mitch then took Rich off his lap and gave him to Al. Al started to unbuckle his pants, and pull out his dick. It was fully aroused and stood straight as an arrow. It looked a good 8 in. long. Al grabbed Rich by his hair and ordered him to start licking his dick. Rich began to cry again. He kept pleading that he was straight and he didn't want to suck another guy's dick. Al ignored Rich's plea and pushed Rich's head forward and said, "Suck or else." Rich slowly opened his mouth and took in Al's meat. After choking at first, I could see more and more of Al's dick enter Rich's mouth. Al started to pump harder grabbing Rich's head from behind. After a few minutes, Al gave out a guttural sound and then released his warm sweet cum into Rich's mouth. Rich tried to back away, but Al held his head firm making sure every precious ounce of his milky cum was swallowed. Al then let go of Rich who slumped to the floor. Then it was Andy's turn. He had already started to peel off his pants in anticipation of having Rich for the finale to this act. When Andy saw that Al was finished with Rich, he soon came over to Rich who was hunched on the floor and said to him, "You're not quite done. Bend over that chair that's over by the table." Rich failed to obey Andy's order, so he Andy lifted him and placed him over the chair. Andy then positioned himself so that his fully erect 10 in. cock could pinpoint the entry way to Rich's ass. As Andy was about to plow his meat up Rich's ass, he whispered to him, "I just love plowing my meat up tight virgin asses like yours. You're not the first pretty we've had. Now get ready to take it like a man." With slow, sweeping movements he started to push against Rich's tightly clenched sphincter until he was able to penetrate. The howls of pain that Rich then gave out, caused my blood to curdle as I helplessly listened, unable to help Rich. Andy took it slow and easy, he seemed to really relish fucking Rich. He was able to sustain his humping of Rich's tight ass a good fifteen minutes before he released his man juice inside Rich. He then pulled his dripping cock out of Rich's ass. Rich's cock had been growing larger during the assault and he was unable to hold back shooting his own cum after Andy had come inside him. As Mitch, Al and Andy finished getting dressed, they cleaned up the tool shed to cover up what had just happened. They ordered Rich to put his shorts back on, and told him they would do it again, if he told anyone about what had just happened. They then left the shed, laughing at Rich and the humiliation they had subjected him to. I had now witnessed how Mitch, Al and Andy got their jollies by initiating all the cute young men who joined the construction company. I made up my mind that if given the opportunity, I would try to protect the innocent who joined T and L Construction. Unfortunately, for Rich and Tim and others before them, I was too late. Nor could I tell anyone now. Who would believe me?