Forklift Training

Monday morning, I picked John up for work. He's a lean tall thirty-year-old black man who usually has the faint scent of cigarettes about him. We had worked together about two years at this point. He was a quiet nerdy guy who'd often told me about sitting at strip clubs feeding his paycheck into the G-strings of afternoon strippers one dollar at a time. He knew I was gay and took no offense when I told him that he could catch anybody he wanted if he just flashed his smile at them. It was an amazing smile that made those it was bestowed upon feel warm and gooey inside. Often, I'd thought of offering him a friendly blowjob after a glimpse of one of his smiles.

This particular morning I'd agreed to pick up Manuel, another of the guys who worked in the warehouse with me. Manuel was a pale Mexican in his early thirties who stood 5'9" and maintained a thick muscular body. He, like a lot of the guys I worked with had served time in prison and he had the tattoos to prove it.

Out of all the men in the warehouse, I was the outlier. I was the oldest, at forty-nine, and the only white guy in the mix. Body-wise I'd maintained my thirty-two-inch waist, but the years had added a few inches around my ass. A few of the guys teased me about secretly having a BBL. It was nice to know at this age somebody still paid attention at all.

After picking up Manuel, we were headed through a green light when a car running a red light forced me to make an evasive maneuver. In all the commotion, the contents in the car shifted and I looked up to see Manuel in the back seat holding up a brown dildo. For a moment, I didn't realize what it was, and it took a moment to realize it was probably mine and not his.

"Hey old man, what's this doing in your car," Manuel asked waving the floppy silicone shaft around and slapping me in the side of the head with it.

I turned red and noticed John eyeing the size and color of the toy. I decided to try and make a joke about it, "What, you never seen a dipstick before?"

John didn't laugh, he just gave a crooked smile and said, "It's a pretty big dipstick."

"And who the fuck are you calling old Manuel?"

Manuel ignored my question. "Damn, this is big! And I noticed you like the brown dick too. You wanna take all the brown dick in this car don't you old man?"

My ass clenched at the thought of the two of them naked. I had never seen John's, but assumed, like all the thin black men I'd been with, he'd be hung. Manuel, on the other hand, I'd seen in the bathroom at the urinal. The partition between the urinals isn't flush against the tile walls and anyone pissing next to you is on full view. His cock and balls were enormous soft, and I shuddered to think how big his dick got when he was aroused.

"You're both too young for me." I said as we continued to work.

The entire ride Manuel continued on about the dildo every chance he got, but John just let it go and tried his hardest to change the conversation.

It didn't take long once we were at work before I heard jokes from other guys about the dildo in my car. By the end of the day, the joke had run its course, and I was back to just being the old man at work with the BBL.

When I got home that night, I searched the back seat of my car but couldn't find the toy. I wondered what had happened to it. Did Manuel take it? Why would he? He was straight with a wife who'd made me a delicious tamale pie the previous Christmas. Did he throw it out? I wondered for a while and later that night the idea of him fucking himself with that big brown dildo while he jerked his enormous cock made me cum the instant I touched myself.

Throughout the week, work went as usual and most of the guys had forgotten about the dildo. I hadn't gotten the nerve to ask Manuel what he'd done with the toy and decided it was just easier to order a new one than have that discussion.

Friday morning, a meeting was added to my schedule at 5:30pm with the title "special training." As the warehouse supervisor I was a little perplexed as to why I didn't know about this training, but the meeting had come from the owner, Vince, a mid-fifties white guy with a beer gut and a big beard that went seamlessly with his Harley he rode every Friday to work.

I was supposed to meet my regular Friday evening fuck buddy after work, but the meeting meant I wouldn't have time to go home and get cleaned out, so I did it on my lunch break instead. Coming back to work with my ass ready for fucking was a weird feeling. I had switched out my regular boring BVD's for a yellow jockstrap my fuck buddy liked and my rough workpants moving against my bare ass gave me a constant chub all afternoon that was made even more obvious by the leather cock ring I had strapped around the base of my junk. Every time I took a piss a little string of cum would dangle from the end of my cut cock.

At 5:30, I reported to the back of the warehouse and found a strange setup waiting for me. Under a single overhead light sat a forklift and in front of it stood an orange cone with my missing dildo mounted on a pole stuck in the top. My heart started to race as a million scenarios ran through my head.

Standing there, pondering the setup, I noticed faces start to emerge from the aisles of metal shelving and then suddenly I could feel the heat of somebody behind me. I turned around to find Vince holding a lighter to a cigar and puffing away to get it started. "Manuel says this is yours."

I looked down at Vince's shiny biker boots reflecting the light from the ceiling. "Uh, yeah, it's mine."

"Well, we need to recertify a few of the guys on the forklift and I thought of a great way to improve their aim. A sort of ring toss game, if you will." I felt hands grab me on either bicep and another set of hands undoing my pants.

"What are you doing?"

"Haven't you figured it out yet Mark? You're the ring!" He slapped my now bare ass just as two of my coworkers lifted me onto the forks with my legs dangling off either side and secured me with thick bungee cords. Vince surveyed my positioning for a moment. "Separate the forks more. I've seen how bad some of you are at getting a pallet into an open shelf, you’re going to need all the help you can get." Beneath me the forks slid outwards, pulling my legs apart and exposing my bare hole.

My eyes had finally adjusted to the dim lighting and the shadows became less intense. I counted seven men, Manuel, John, Vince, Joseph, Little Mikey, Alejandro, and Big Mikey. It took a few seconds to pull John's gaze off my hole and when his eyes met mine, he flashed that smile. He walked over. "We call it the DL club. None of us are bottoms though and ever since Manuel found that dildo in your car, he wouldn't stop talking about how you could be our bottom."

At forty-nine, I never thought I'd be being pulled into a gang bang at work with a group of men who, with the exception of Vince, were all at least ten years younger than me. I looked around at them and then back to John's warm smile. "Is that thing lubed up?"

His smile went from warmth to something sinister, "Fuck yeah it is."

A chorus of testosterone bounced off the concrete floor and the metal shelving as they realized I was onboard.

Vince held up the forms for the forklift certification, "Who's going first?"

"Little Mikey, you go first, I've been waiting all week to see this motherfucker take this dick," Manuel said.

"Alright. Might as well have somebody who can actually run the lift for his first time anyway," Little Mikey answered, referring to two pallets of freight Manuel had destroyed a few weeks back.

The electric motor started whirring away as I was lifted up into the rafters. Luckily, my sexual excitement outweighed my usual terror regarding heights. He steered the machine over to the cone and slowly started lowering me. The bright light above disoriented me, and I couldn't tell my altitude. Instead, the reactions and cheering emanating from below gave me a hint as to how close I was to being impaled. Little Mikey slowed the apparatus to a snail's pace as I felt the dildo rub against the inside of my thigh. He had missed.

The excitement turned to booing and razzing about Little Mikey's abilities.

Vince piped up, "Don't worry little Mikey, not like it's a one and done. Try again."

I was lifted again, but not nearly as high. The difficulty came from the fact the dildo blended into the mast, the lift cylinder, and the steel uprights on the load back rest. Once Little Mikey thought he had the position right, he lowered me again. The cheers started again and suddenly I felt the head pressing into me. Little Mikey had achieved what I thought would take several tries, he was dead on center of my hole. As the head slipped into me, I couldn't help but to let out a combination of a scream and a moan. I mean, it hurt, but in the best way. Once he knew he was in, Little Mikey decided to have some fun with my hole. Instead of dropping me in one slow motion, he'd stop and then lightly tap the lever over and over, causing the lift to jerk and slam about an inch at a time into me.

I had forgotten how big this toy was until he was slapping the lever for the tenth time, and somebody yelled out, "You're almost to the base!" ALMOST? A few more jerks and I felt the silicon balls pressing against my hole and heard a round of applause from the men.

Manuel walked up between the forks, and my legs, and grabbed my hard cock still confined in the jock. "Looks like the bitch likes it. Fuck yeah!" He rubbed the wet spot I had made. "Damn, got daddy's dick drooling."

"Alright," Vince said, "let's reset for the next guy."

I was quickly lifted off the dildo. My ass was so tight, momentarily the dildo stayed in me before it slid out and made a clattering in the plastic hollowness of the cone. Manuel yelled out, "Damn, we need to loosen this bitch up!"

One by one they all took their turn lowering me onto the thick brown dildo. Some got it in two tries, some more. The last one to get their certification, was John, who somehow managed to do it in one try.

By the time they had all had a go, my ass no longer gripped the dildo enough to pull it out. My dick had drooled so much precum that the front of my jock was wet and seeping.

John lowered me down and my gaping hole sat open for them all to see.

"Damn, that fucker is wrecked," Big Mikey, a usually very quiet man, commented.

"You wanna get fucked like this or can we trust you not to run away," Vince asked.

"It's totally up to you," I replied, "but I won't run."

Manuel undid the bungee cords around my legs as the forks were lowered to a height I could touch the ground with my feet. "Come over here and bend over the forks."

I walked to the side and bent over the forks while somebody raised the forks to lift me slightly off the ground.

"Damn," Manuel said, "who gets to go first boss."

"You seem pretty eager Manuel, that fucking snake's gonna break out of those pants any minute. Go ahead and break him in."

I heard Manuel unzip his pants and I looked behind me to see the cock I had fantasized about standing at full mast. His perfect straight shaft with a pink ring around the head that looked like it had been painted on by an artist, his massive balls so wide they covered parts of each thigh they rested against, and his full bush all looked so flawless they could have been created by AI. His finger explored my hole for a second and made me moan. "This bitch is ready to go."

Thanks to the prep from the dildo, his cock slipped into me with minimal effort, and he started pumping away at a medium pace. His bulbous head passing over my prostate kept my cock rock hard in my jock.

John stood in front of me and undid his fly. I knew he'd be hung, but he made Manuel look small and he wasn't even completely hard yet. "Come on, I've seen you looking at it. Have a taste." I opened my mouth and the first thing I tasted was a salty pearl of cum sitting in his piss slit. As I lifted myself up a little to get a better angle on his cock, he reached under me a twisted my nipples.

Behind me I heard Manuel groan as my ass clenched down on his intruding cock. "Fuck yeah John, keep working those titties. Makes this fat ass bear down."

The harder john worked my nipples the faster Manuel pumped his dick. His grip on my hips got more and more intense until his fingers were digging into me, and he plunged his cock into me so deep I could feel the skin of his scrotum inside me a little. He froze as he pulsed his seed deep in me all while letting out a moan tinged with a Mexican accent.

Vince quickly followed Manuel. His big hairy belly slapping against my fat round hairy ass as he fucked me furiously from the start. I continued nursing on John's immense cock while his rough fingers felt wonderfully like sandpaper against my nipples. His dick had a small head, but a girth in the middle that challenged the elasticity of my mouth. Usually, I have no problems with length when giving a blowjob, but John's girth as it entered my throat made me rediscover my gag reflex. Every time he felt it react, he'd back off. The epitome of a gentle giant. The constant clenching from having my nipples worked over proved too much for Vince and soon he was unloading his cum in me.

Next, the forks were raised as Big Mikey unzipped his pants. He was one of those guys that had a larger than average dick, but because it was attached to a giant, it just looked in proportion. What I wasn't ready for was the fact he had a downward curve and a 0-gauge Prince Albert. He slipped into my sloppy hole easily and his PA slid across my prostate over and over. Whenever John would twist my nipple, my hole would clench and drive the PA harder into my insides. It all became too much for me and I filled the front of my jock with my load. My ass spasming from my own orgasm made Big Mikey flood my guts and let out an animalistic growl.

The forks were lowered, and Joseph stepped behind me next. A late-thirties hairy Latino bear with a beer can shaped cock. He felt amazing as he stretched me out. I could hear all the slime in my hole squishing around between us. John continued to torture my nipples, making me squeeze Joseph's cock as he fucked me. Joseph started pounding be with quick hard strokes and then I felt him unload in me accompanied by a victorious "ah" sound.

Alejandro inserted himself next. A thin short Mexican, who barely said anything most of the time turned into a verbal dom top when his fairly thick cock slipped into me. "Fuck yea, look at you whore! Fucking being used as a cum dump. Look at you sucking on that big black dick. You like all this brown cock in you. Better than that bullshit fucking dildo I bet." The entire time he was inside me he continued his dirty diatribe about what a whore and a slut I was, and it made me so horny I surprisingly felt another erection forming in the gooey remnants of my last load. When he got very close to cumming he just kept repeating "fucking whore" until his hot load flooded my bowels.

The forks lowered again to accommodate the short legs of Little Mikey, a 5'4" nineteen-year-old black kid, who's gorgeous bubble butt I had dreamt of eating out. I didn't get to spy his cock before it entered me, but I was shocked at how far it went into me and how much it stretched me out. I had assumed the cock in my mouth was probably going to be the biggest of the group, but I was wrong. John leaned over and whispered to me, "Now you know why he's called 3L, Third Leg."

Little Mikey threw his cock into me with such force. It reminded me of when I saw him throwing rolled rugs into the back of a customer’s trailer once. Now I had first-hand knowledge why he was so good at that motion. My cock remained hard as the two black studs used me from either end. John had really gotten into having his dick sucked and had quit playing with my nipples. At this point my body had gone limp like a rag doll and I had no choice but to just let them happen to me. I could hear Manuel talking about how Little Mikey was stretching and pulling my hole out with every thrust. "Fuck, look at how his ass lips grab on to that fucking pole. Looks like my wife when she gave birth."

"Damn man, why you gotta bring up pussy at a time like this," Little Mikey asked. He pushed through the mention of vaginas and soon I felt powerful jets of cum being let loose inside me.

My eyes must have told a story, because John commented, "Yeah, he cums a lot, but not as much as I do."

My mouth felt so empty when John removed his cock. "You want this load on you or in you?"

Chants of "on, on, on, on" started immediately. I shrugged and said, "Got to give the audience what they want."

"Get on your knees and suck my balls."

I knelt on the cold concrete floor and sucked and licked Johns tight balls while he slid his meaty hand up and down his thick shaft. It wasn't long before he grabbed my head and pulled it back as he unleashed rope after rope of cum all over my face, my neck, my body, even dripping down onto my jock where my still hard cock sat marinating in my last load.

They cheered at the sight of me covered in the massive amount of thick white cum. It looked like I had a bucket of wallpaper paste dumped over me. Vince nudged my hard cock with the toe of his boot. "Looks like he needs to cum boys."

Manuel came over with the dildo attached on the pole. "Get on your back."

I rocked back onto the concrete.

Little Mikey stood over me with his cock still dangling out of his pants. "Come on Mark, show us how you jerk that old man dick."

Manuel detached the dildo from the pole and threw it at me. "Show us how you use that big brown dildo bitch."

I slid the front of my jock to one side and grabbed hold of my cock while sliding the dildo in my well used ass with the other hand. I jerked my cock and worked my hole while they watched. All my inhibitions were gone and there was something about them all standing around and watching that was a total turn on. Soon, my actions resulted in them pulling out their cocks and stroking while they watched.

One by one as I worked my shaft, they would release their load onto me, adding to the mess John had created. The last two still stroking were Little Mikey and John. They each grabbed a nipple on each other and started twisting away. In unison I felt their massive hot loads cover my body. The sensation of rubbing my cock with all their loads and these two massive loads raining down on me, made me shoot all over my hairy belly. I laid there for a moment as all the sensations started to subside. I could see a few of them pack up their cocks and start to leave. Vince told John to make sure the place got locked up as he walked out.

I didn't bother trying to clean off, I just put my clothes on over all the cum and used the bottom of my shirt to wipe off my face as best as I could.

"Can you give me a ride home," John asked.

"Yeah, it's on the way to my fuck buddy's place."

"You're gonna get fucked some more?" John grabbed his growing cock in his pants. Clearly the thought of how much of a whore I really was had turned him on.

I grabbed his thickening cock through his pants. "Yup. He wouldn't mind an extra top. And you haven't fucked a load into me yet."

He shrugged and flashed that fucking awesome smile that made me want to just present my hole to him. "Well, I guess I owe you one. I mean, you did help me get certified on the forklift today and all."