Ty's Adventures

Hey y'all, I am thrilled at the responses from my writings. I haven't shared them with many until here and now. Here is part 3 of Ty's new chapter in his life. I hope you enjoy Ty's first day on the job as much or more than he did. And as always, your feedback is super important to me, so please remember to vote and comment.

Thanks, AIden

A few weeks passed on, Ty found himself employed at a factory just outside of town and today was his first day on the job. He would be assembling parts for automotive mirrors on an assembly line. He was nervous as he dressed himself for his first day. “First impressions are everything.” he continuously reminded himself.

With a clean shave and a lunch packed, Ty headed for the front door to don his brand new pair of Timberlands steel toe boots. They were a congratulations gift from Joe, his mom's boyfriend for his first adult job. Joe wasn't a bad guy, he just didn't seem to be able to live up to his mom's expectations. But then again, Ty wondered if anyone really ever could. He, himself didn't even seem to at times. “But enough of that.” he mumbled under his breath as he laced the second boot up and tied it.

He climbed up into the 87 Ford F150 that he got when he turned sixteen. It was rusty and rough, but it ran great. The 300 six cylinder fired right up and the radio startled him when it came on at full volume. It was Metallica Master of Puppets for the five seconds it took for him to locate the knob and turn the radio off.

It was a twenty minute drive from his house to the plant, Ty decided to leave thirty minutes early just to be safe. Traffic was light in his little ol' town. He had no problem getting there and inside on time. Ty waited in the lobby for his supervisor to come get him.

After a couple hours of paperwork, he found himself in front of a TV playing safety videos. Board out of his mind and all alone in the conference room, he started playing with his phone. He looked at Twitter and Facebook, but it didn't seem to help his boredom. He typed “gay porn” in a Google search and found a whole host of websites he never knew existed. The first site he clicked on, PornHub.com pulled up half a dozen video selections. He clicked the first one and jumped as the volume came on. Blushing and scared that someone may have heard, he quickly put his phone to sleep. 

Waking his phone back up, he quickly muted the volume and went back to watching the video. As the video played, his breathing got a little faster and he could feel a slight tension growing in his blue jeans. 

The video started out with a guy about his age sitting on a couch. The volume was low, but Ty could hear a guy not on camera asking the dark haired guy questions.

“So, do you have a girl friend?” asked the unseen guy.

“Ah, yeah. I-I do.” responded Dale, who's name was in the title of the video. “She is outta town right now.”

“Ah, so you have to handle things on your own for a while huh?” followed the inquisitor.

With a nervous giggle, the young man nodded an affirmative. “Have you ever been with a guy?” the man behind the camera asked.

“NO!” Dale quickly responded.

“Then what made you decide that you wanted to come here?” Dale was again quizzed.

“The ad said it was a paid audition for a local production and I want to get my girlfriend a welcome home gift.” Dale answered with a sweet sincerity. “He must really not have a clue of what he is about to get into” Ty chuckled.

The video shook and Ty assumed that the guy asking the questions has picked it up as the young boy gets bigger in the screen. “So the part we are going to audition for today is supporting role. The character's name will be Sylis.” Dale was told as he shook his head suggesting that he was following the narrator. “Today I will be playing the roll of Frank.”

With another nod Dale responded “OK”. Dale was handed a white piece of paper and he began to read it to himself.

There was a slow nervousness starting to fill his face as some of the color began to fade from him. Looking up with his mouth hanging just a little open and blankly staring into the camera, Dale started shaking his head in disagreement of whatever was on that paper.

The narrator asked him what it was that he seen that he didn't seem to like and Ty nervously responded “All of it, I am not gay!”

“You don't have to do anything, just read the few lines in the script and stand there. I will pay you this...” as two Fifty dollar bills flap in front of the camera

Ty can see Dale thinking about it and wondering himself what was on the paper and if he would do whatever it was for Fifty bucks as Dale puts up a silent resistance to the cash.

“Look you're already here, let's not let this be a wasted trip for you. You can atleast leave with something.” as the cameraman shows two more Fifties. “All you have to do is stand up, read that line right there and sit back down on the couch.”

The extra hundred dollars was Dale's price. “OK.” Dale agreed as he stood up.

“Follow me,” Dale read from the paper, “The book is right here.” and he turned and sat on the couch.

The cameraman obviously sat on the couch next to him by the direction of the camera.

Grabbing a book off of the table next to him, Dale turned to the middle of the book and the cameraman's hands slowly came into view and rested on the book. Dale turned a page and the autonomous hand slid down the page like it was directing a set of reading eyes only it didn't stop where the page ended. Gliding off of the book and into Dale's lap Ty could see a hint of suprise in the innocent actor's eyes.

The director fondled the unsuspecting bulge between Dale's legs for just a couple minutes while the camera slowly drifted from the position and action of the hand up to the actor's face, which was now tilted back a little with closed eyes.

Sliding the book off of the actor's lap, the narrator started to fidget with the zipper on Dale's pants and Dale's eyes popped open and he stopped the assault on his fly. It was about now that the man behind the camera added another hundred dollars to sweeten the pot, to allow him to “see your already hard penis. You must be enjoying this at least a little bit or this” back to shaking Dale's crotch, “wouldn't be like this!”

After a quick consideration, the man tries again and was not stopped this time. Dale's zipper came down with a slight struggle sand the producer's hand buried itself in Dale's pants. With the camera back on Dale's face, Ty seen the distant look he held as his nostrils flared quicker...showing Ty that Dale was breathing harder and faster, and liking what was happening off screen.

When the camera panned back out Dale's eight in and very thick shaft was fully exposed through the zipper hole and the cameraman was stroking it slowly.

The man commanding the camera set it down on the end table to the right of them and made sure it was focused on Dale's very hard dick. The then knelt down in front of the very complicit actor and loosened his belt and unfastened his pants. As the pants were being tugged down around his waist, and trying to fight the resistance between couch and ass cheeks, Dale lifted his hips and allowed the cameraman to glide his pants down to his ankles and ultimately over his feet. 

Without a shred of resistance, the cameraman's face drew near to the  pretty mushroom headed cock while he was back to stroking. With the camera at the angle it was Ty could not see Dale's face anymore, but by the sounds of the breathing and soft moaning, Ty could imagine that Dale was ok.

With one hand on Dale's balls and one hand on his base, the producer licked around the rim of the hard cock's head and an off screen moan was heard. The cameraman now had most of Dale's eight inch cock in his mouth and using his hand to cover what he couldn't get down his throat, he was bobbing up and down, twisting his head when he got to the top and twisting his hand when he was at the bottom of Dale's glistening wet rod. This went on for several minutes when the man stopped and leaned back.

The man stood up and pulled his pants down in front of Dale and his rock hard cock kind of bounced into a salute. “Two hundred more if you blow me.” the man propositioned. 

The ante was now up to six hundred dollars and Dale only slightly hesitated to take his very first cock in his mouth. Kissing the head briefly, Dale went all in and so did the producer's six inch staff. With a small gag and only a second or two, Dale's nose was in the producer's pubes and back off of them. 

“Grab my nuts.” The producer directed and Dale gladly submitted. 

Before he knew it, Ty could tell Dale got a taste of something different by the way his pace changed and the swallowed hard for a second. “Pre-cum” Ty thought as Dale returned to his rhythm. 

The producer's hands were now rubbing through Dale's hair and directing his head back and forth on his own cock, occasionally holding Dale flush against his fuzz. 

Quickening the guidance, the producer's sighs got louder and the lips, shiny with spit and pre-cum were moving up and down this cock until the producer again held Dale's face deep into his pubes and let out a growl.

Ty knew the growl meant that Dale was getting his mouth full of cum and curiously, he liked the thought of that. However Dale, he was not taking it so well. Fighting to come off of the cock, Ty seen cum squeezing out the sides of his mouth and could hear a little gagging going on as well as Ty noticed a shadow walk past the window of the door that was keeping his secret from the world.

He decided he needed to stop and pay attention to what was playing on the TV. He was sitting in this conference room, rock hard and out of breath from just watching his phone and he was supposed to be learning about safety.

With the videos all over, Ty stood up and checked that his erection had softened and it had. However, his underwear felt like they were glued to his penis when he moved around in certain directions. When he found his supervisor again and he was led to a cabinet where he was given a pair of safety glasses.

“Follow me” Bill, his supervisor instructed. “Let's take a shop tour.”

“OK.” Ty responded falling in behind the mountain of a man that is now his boss.

Bill pointed out the bathrooms, drinking fountain and break areas before taking Ty to his station. When they got there, Bill yelled out, “Jason, come on over here for a minute.”

A few seconds later, Jason was by Bill's side. As Bill introduced Jason as Ty's new Team Leader. Ty shrunk in his clothes. Standing right in front of him was the dark haired man that was pounding Blondie a couple weeks ago. Reaching out his shaky and sweaty hand, Jason took Ty's hand in a firm handshake.

“Does he recognize me?” Ty wondered to himself as he looked at Jason's deep brown eyes and said, “Hey, I'm Ty!”

“Good to meet you, I am Jason.” he responded with his strong jaw line and broad shoulders and big brown eyes, Jason looked better up close. But Ty was scared that Jason would recognize him as the voyeur in the woods that night. “He couldn't have seen much of my face,” Ty thought, “the back of my head maybe, but not my face.

Jason lead and Ty followed until they got to an older woman. “This is Jenn,” Jason told Ty, “she will be your trainer. Watch what she does for a little while, shadow her and when you feel confident...put your hands on some parts and try to help assemble. Jenn, keep him him safe and don't let him get hurt.” and he walked away. 

Ty tried to be inconspicuous and watched him as he distanced himself from the two of them. After about twenty paces, Jason turned around and noticed Ty watching him. With a faint wave and a smile, Ty quickly turned to Jenn.

Ty spent the next couple of hours getting to know Jenn, his job and as much of the shop gossip Jenn could fit until the buzzer sounded off for lunch break.

Sitting at a table with Jenn and a couple other people, Jason walked up and sat between Ty and an older gentleman that went by Bubba.. Startled and slightly uncomfortable, Ty looked over at Jason and with a little nod of his head, he acknowledged Jason's presence.

There was little conversation while eating, Jason was inquiring how Ty's first day was going, was Jenn showing him all the steps to assembling the frame and so on. Ty, feeling very insecure next to the man he knew was fucking another man, and feeling a sense of shame about the rising lump in his crotch thinking about the naked man by the bonfire, the man sitting next to him and the man who he would have to report to every day as long as he worked in this job...and they were the same man.

To himself, Ty questioned, “what am I gonna do?”, while rubbing his forehead and trying to think of Jenn to help lighten the load in his pants before he had to stand back up and walk past the thirty others in the break room. 

And it was working until Jason walked back by on his way out and touched Ty's shoulder. Ty looked over his shoulder and he seen Jason's backside walking through the door and back into the production area. 

“He as a nice ass.” Ty thought as he felt himself flush in the face wondering why he was admiring a man's ass...effectively, his boss's ass.