Tuesday – The Crew Takes Over
Marco didn’t waste any more time.
The tall, bearded foreman stepped forward, grabbed Jack by the waist with both big, calloused hands, and yanked the slim blond right into the middle of the living room. Before Jack could even gasp, Marco crushed their mouths together in a hard, rough kiss. His tongue forced its way past Jack’s full, soft lips as his hands pawed greedily all over the boy’s slender figure.
Jack whimpered sweetly into Marco’s mouth, his small hands pressing against the foreman’s broad, sweaty, hairy chest. His big blue puppy-dog eyes fluttered half-shut, soft and wondrous even as Marco’s thick fingers boldly cupped the massive bulge straining the front of his tiny white shorts.
“Fuck, kid,” Marco growled against Jack’s lips, palming the heavy outline of Jack’s cock. “This fat thing has been bouncing around in everyone’s face all goddamn day.”
Another worker---Big Tommy, the bald giant with the massive gut---stepped up behind Jack and grabbed two handfuls of his firm round ass-cheeks, spreading them shamelessly.
“This too!” Tommy laughed, voice deep and filthy. “Look at this perfect little ass. Should be fucking illegal.”
Jack was suddenly sandwiched between the two burly, musky men. Marco kept kissing him hard while Tommy ground his thick bulge against Jack’s ass. The rest of the crew---Vince, Steve, Derek, Kyle, Paul, and Tank---slowly stepped forward, encircling them completely. Eight pairs of hungry eyes devoured the sight of the tiny, smooth nineteen-year-old trapped between two sweaty, dirty construction workers.
Marco and Tommy yanked Jack’s tiny white shorts down in one rough motion. His massive cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already leaking. The two men quickly shoved their own pants and piss-stained, unwashed underwear to their ankles. Their musky, swollen cocks slapped against Jack’s smooth flesh---Marco’s thick and veiny, Tommy’s fat and heavy.
Jack reached down with one small hand and wrapped his fingers around Marco’s cock, stroking it slowly. At the same time he leaned in and buried his face in Marco’s sweaty, hairy armpit, inhaling deeply before licking the salty, musky skin with soft, eager strokes of his tongue. “Fuck yeah,” Marco growled softly.
The two big men lifted Jack effortlessly and carried him to the couch. Marco sat down and pulled Jack onto his lap, sliding his thick cock straight into the boy’s tight hole in one long thrust, with nothing but his own flowing pre-cum as lube. Jack whimpered, eyes fluttering. Tommy moved in behind him, rubbing his fat cockhead against Jack’s already-stretched rim before pushing in alongside Marco.
They both took his tight little pink hole at once.
The rest of the crew closed in. Vince shoved his cock into Jack’s mouth while Steve and Derek pulled off their heavy workboots and shoved the rank, sweaty leather right against Jack’s face. Jack moaned around Vince’s dick as he inhaled the filthy, musky scent of the boots. Kyle and Paul licked and sucked at Jack’s pretty feet and delicate toes, while Tank slapped his cock against Jack’s smooth, hairless armpit and started fucking the soft, warm skin there while waiting for a better hole to become unoccupied.
One by one they rotated. “Fuuuuck, take my load, boy,” Marco groaned as he flooded Jack’s guts with a thick, hot load, then pulled out so two more eager workmen---Steve and Derek---could immediately DP him, churning the fresh cum even deeper. Paul slapped his cock across Jack’s face as Jack hungrily tried to swallow one of the huge loads that had just been pumped down his throat. It was too much---thick white cum poured out of the corners of his mouth and ran down his chin and neck in heavy streams.
Jack was completely lost in it, at one point taking four cocks at once---two stretching his ass wide open and two forcing their way into his mouth at the same time, stretching his soft lips obscenely. His holes were flooded repeatedly, cum spurting out around thick shafts and dripping down his creamy thighs in messy rivers. Tank came so hard inside him that the pressure forced a heavy spurt of cum to shoot out and splatter across Jack’s smooth balls. Two others shared Jack’s own enormous cock, licking and sucking it together until it erupted his delicately sweet ropes of sperm onto their lips and tongues.
They kept going. Load after load. Some in his ass, some on his face, some across his chest and buzzed blond hair–every single workman had unloaded on or in Jack at least three times before they were done. At one point Kyle sat his sweaty, hairy ass directly on Jack’s cum-covered face, grinding while Paul fucked the boy. Jack licked eagerly, tongue deep in the man’s musky hole. For over two hours they used Jack slowly and thoroughly. He had swallowed what felt like a quart of thick, salty semen, and his face, chest, and neck were covered in multiple massive facials that left him glistening and dripping. Jack was a total wreck. The couch was soaked through with sweat and sperm, caked in filth and muddy boot-prints from the dirty, musky men. The springs were broken and sagging pathetically beneath the weight of the relentless gangbang.
Jack lay there panting, covered head to toe in cum, his tiny round ass gaping and leaking thick white gobs, his big blue puppy-dog eyes still soft and wondrous as he gave the crew a sweet, exhausted little smile.
“Thanks for the workout,” he said softly, voice hoarse but sincere. “I hope it helped relieve some of your stress.”
The men stood around him, breathing hard, cocks still half-hard and dripping, looking down at the beautiful, ruined boy they had just completely destroyed.
Marco wiped sweat from his brow and chuckled darkly.
“Welcome to the crew, kid.”
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