The New Roustabout
(HANK)
Log Entry. 2003-06-21 Day 1,288.
First shift with the new one, Evans. I put him on the shaker screens. It’s a bastard of a job. The machine vibrates like a thing possessed, shaking drill cuttings from the drilling fluid like a demon. It’s loud, it’s messy, and the dust gets everywhere—in your eyes, your teeth, your lungs. It’s a test for roustabouts. Always is.
I watched him from the deck, my arms crossed. He listened to the old hand, Jonesy, showing him the ropes. His head tilted a bit upwards to look at Jonesy and I could see those stormy eyes focused. He didn’t nod too much or ask stupid questions, despite being half the size of Jonesy. He just watched with a concentration that I’d never seen on any newbie and then he took his place without a second glance backwards.
The first blast of vibration would make most new guys stumble. They brace against it, fight it which just makes it worse. Evans didn’t. He settled into it. His knees bent slightly, his center of gravity dropped, and he just seemed to absorbed the shake, like his body was part of the machine. Gymnast. The word popped into my head for some reason as if I was answering a question I wasn’t aware I was thinking. But it seemed to fit. Small height. Fit, solid frame. Had to be a gymnast. A compact, powerful, short body used to balance, that was built to perform.
He worked for an hour without a break. The rest of the crew gave him a wide berth, Jonesy keeping close, studying him just as much as I was from above. A few smirks exchanged, as if they were waiting for him to complain or to show weakness. But he just kept shoveling the wet, heavy cuttings without a second glance or sign of worry. His movements were efficient, almost rhythmic. No wasted motion. No sign of weariness.
Then Dex decided to be helpful as Jonesy moved away.
Dex is a good worker, strong as an ox, but he’s got the subtlety of a sledgehammer and the IQ of one. I was already on the move, towards them both as I watched Dex come up behind Evans as I approached from the other side. He clapped him hard on the shoulder, probably meant to be friendly. "How you liking it, Ken Doll?" I heard him say rather loudly over the noise.
The problem was, he did it just as the shaker took a bigger shudder. The sudden shift, combined with the blow, knocked Evans off balance. His boot slipped on the slick deck.
It happened in a heartbeat. He was going down, right towards the moving parts of the screen. My body was moving even faster before my brain finished the thought. Two long strides and my hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of Evans’ blue coveralls at the shoulder, yanking him back from the edge and into me. He was surprisingly light. Solid, but light. I set him on his feet like a mannequin in front of me.
For a second, we were frozen. My hand still fisted in his coveralls, his back pressed against my chest. I could feel the heat of him through the fabric, the rapid thump of his heart. He smelled of that damn soap and something manly now, his own scent. And for a moment I almost lost myself in him as I inhaled.
He turned his head to see who had him by the material, his eyes wide, not with fear, but with shock. And something else I saw as he registered it was me: humiliation.
Dex laughed, a loud, braying sound. "Whoa there, rookie! Need Hank to hold your hand?"
The spell broke. I let him go like he was on fire. Shoved him away, maybe harder than I needed to, practically into the guffawing Dex. "Watch your footing," I growled, my voice like gravel, sounding harsher than I meant. "Or you'll be feeding that machine you instead of cleaning it."
He just nodded, his jaw clenched so tight this time I thought it might crack. He didn't look back at me. He just turned to the shaker, his shoulders stiff with pride and anger, and went right back to work.
I moved past him and rounded on Dex, getting right in his space. "You got nothing better to do than screw up my new man?" I kept my voice low, but it carried the usual threat. "The next time you touch someone on my floor without a damn good reason, you'll be cleaning the bilges with a toothbrush."
Dex’s smirk vanished. He mumbled an apology and shuffled off.
Journal: June 21st, 2003
I went back to my post, squeezing my big hand at the feeling of Evans’ lighter weight as if he was still within my fingers. The kid was tough. I’d give him that. Didn’t cry, didn’t whine. Just took it and got back to work.
And for the next hour, under the groan of the machinery as I would check in on him, I heard it. A low, steady hum every time I walked by him. It was a hum of pure, focused concentration. He seemed oblivious to me even walking by, even though I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off of him.
Log Note: Evans is agile. Hard worker. Light, but definitely strong for his size. Dex is an idiot. Need to squash the Ken Doll nickname. The kid hums when he’s pissed off.
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(NOAH)
My heart was still hammering in my chest over an hour later. I couldn’t seem to calm down, despite my humming. The adrenaline of the slip, plus the fucking humiliation of being hauled up by the Mountain Man. The memory of it played on a loop in my head as I hummed my song: the violent shudder of the machine, the jarring clap on my shoulder, the sickening loss of balance, and then his hand on me and my body being tossed in the air.
It wasn't just a grab: he stopped my fall. One moment I was pitching forward into a mess of steel teeth, the next I was wrenched back, my shoulder blade colliding with a wall of solid muscle. He was a mountain all right, a wall of a man. Not just big, but SOLID. The sheer, effortless power in that grip was terrifying. He’d handled me like I was weightless. I was used to guys built like me, smaller, wiry, athletic and agile. Coach was strong, but he wasn’t a tall guy. Liam was practically my size and we seemed to just fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. I wasn’t used to massive bigger guys that could pick ME up so easily. I was usually the one to toss guys like me around. But this guy, this Richardson, or Hank as I heard his name being used, was massive. More like “Tank” I thought to myself.
I kept my head down, shoveling cuttings with a pace and ferocity I usually reserved for the floor exercises. My face felt flushed, unsure if it was the heat of the work or the feeling of embarrassment that blushed my cheeks, or if it was the obvious attraction I was feeling for this beast of a man already. I could still feel the imprint of his fist in the fabric of my coveralls, a new brand on me of my own clumsiness. Day one and I almost die. Nice Noah. But I couldn’t help replaying his words.
My new man, he’d growled at the asshole, Dex. The words should have been comforting to me, a sign of protection even. Instead, they felt like a claim to me which seemed to trigger a memory somewhere deep, from Coach Roberts when he introduced Liam to the team as “My new boy.”
Dex’s laughter echoed in my head, mixing up the thoughts. Ken Doll. The old, familiar taunt towards my size. I’d heard them all, especially in gyms and our locker rooms my whole life. But here, it felt different. More dangerous. There weren’t fellow athletes all hiding the same secret. At least, I didn’t think they were. The guys here looked much different than the gymnasts I knew. These were MEN. Hyper masculine, blue collar butch men. The kind that would punch you in the face for knowing what you were. Like Dex, who looked almost as solid as the Mountain Man. As the Tank.
When the shift horn finally blared, the relief was physical. My muscles screamed, and a fine layer of grime coated every inch of my skin so deep it seemed to be clogging every pore in my body. All I wanted was a shower, and food, and the blessed silence of my bunk that I had yet to find.
Once I found my new home, depressed at the small size of my personal cabin, I headed to wash away all my new fears and embarrassment. The shower was a navigation I wasn’t totally prepared for. Full of naked men after a shift, not all, but most. Some went to the mess hall first and ate, others preferred to be clean before they stuffed their guts. It was like an unspoken dance, half went here, half went there.
Some stripped right in the area, filling up the few scattered lockers that made it look like a YMCA. Others walked right from their cabins if they were close enough. Mine wasn’t far, but for this first round, I hadn’t gotten my bearings yet so I brought my stuff with me.
I found a locker and stripped from the sweatpants and tee I slipped on before heading down, my flipflops smacking as I went. I definitely wasn’t the only one there, but I was the smallest. The rest of them were in their late 30s or older, and looked like MEN: big, beefy, hairy, loud, brutish. I felt like the youngest, the smoothest, the most naïve, and the most intimidated around all of them. But I wasn’t going to let them see it.
By far though, I was the most ripped compared to the beer guts. But still, as I glanced around, most were built solid and tough. Some I would even consider good looking. I had to be careful to not show my tastes, lest I picked the wrong guy to flirt with. I was used to being the recipient lately, men leering, watching, fantasizing. I was getting used to the power I held with my youthful looks and solid, compact build. It’s what horny men lusted after it seemed.
Then I heard the cat call and a whistle. “Looking fuckin’ good there, Ken Doll!”
As if on cue in my mind, there was Dex, naked, jeering with a bunch of other naked men who looked a lot like him, thick and beefy, hairy, macho. One was Jonesy, an almost twin of Dex, but older with shaved grey hair and a thick moustache. Dex maintained a clean-shaven look, his face stern and mean, his hairy pecs still impressive over a slightly rounded gut, but his arms rivaled some of my teammates. He looked strong, and not someone I wanted to mess with. Another guy with them I didn’t know or recognize from my first day, blonde and bearded, who was looking a little too long at me. I knew that look, and couldn’t help looking back at his dangling manhood proudly on display.
Then Dex smacked my ass. Hard. “Let me know if you need any help in there, half-pint,” before he moved to the shower right next to the one I had chosen. I was running the water to heat it up, holding the curtain against my front to hide my sudden sightseeing pleasures as I tried to not look at Dex’s thick piece of cut meat between his hairy legs as he stopped in front of his newly claimed stall. He pulled open the curtain and proudly stood in front of me, as Jonesy gave a whistle and walked past.
Private rooms. Private showers. One of the reasons I chose the Northern Pioneer. Thank God for these amenities as I put a hand into the shower to test the water, embarrassed by the sudden attention even though I had nothing to worry about in my naked state. I knew I was fit, from over 20 years of gymnastics. My cut cock was also nothing to sneeze at. Let them look. Let them gaze. Let them fantasize. I could do the same.
Just as I went to step into my own stall I looked over my shoulder to see the big blonde bearded guy was still looking. As he went to step into his stall just beyond Dex, he gave me a small but noticeable smile and gave his thick cut cock a little pull as he lifted a big leg into the shower. It made me pause, for just a stupid second, as my hormones took over. I watched his ass, the roundness of his beefy fuzzy butt disappear behind the curtain, the white sole of his foot the last sight I saw before his big hand closed the curtain. My dick was already going to give me away if I didn’t step inside my own steaming reverie.
Dex suddenly turned over his shoulder to see the curtain closing of the blonde bearded guy’s stall before he turned back to look at me, and gave me a rather knowing grin himself.
“See something you like?” He asked me quietly.
I looked down by mistake at his cock, thinking he was referring to his dick and not the big bearded guy, which was slightly thicker and longer now, hanging there before I met his eyes once again and just stepped into my shower, leaving the Dex grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
But once the steam hit me, I felt the relaxation wash over me a little too much. I was working fast, my hands swirling around with the soap, bumping and tugging at myself until I couldn’t resist the swelling. It had been two days since I pumped out a load. And the naked blonde bearded man did catch my attention, and remind me just how much I missed a man.
The image of Dex floated in my brain now, and his cock, which was definitely suckable, and it wasn’t even fully hard. But there was no way I was going to test that theory.
I thought of Liam’s dick suddenly, how sweet it tasted, how he moaned when I did it. I wondered what the big blue collar blonde bearded guy would taste like. Men around here had to be horny. I wondered, as I tugged more deliberately on my own dick, if he liked to fuck. I needed a good fuck. It had been so long.
I looked over my shoulder at the closed curtain of my stall and wondered if the same sort of invitations worked here. Should I peek out. Turn my head over my shoulder as I stepped into the stall like he did. Give a little smile as I walked away. Show him my hard round ass as a blatant indicator that I liked getting fucked. I was horny. And hungry.
So, I opened my curtain a little, peeking out. I could hear the water running around me. Someone was whistling.
My soapy finger caressed my cheeks, slid into my crack and found my hole. As a finger sunk in, my cock thickened even more and I stifled a moan. It had been a while since I’d been with a man. It had been too long since I gripped a thick base of cock, and sucked down a nice cock. Even longer since I took one deep up my ass. The blonde bearded guy had a nice one. Cut with a rounded head, thick veins, nice bush. I could see myself on my knees going at it.
I gripped my cock and looked down, seeing a drop of pre-cum oozing out. I was feeling the need alright, and the finger in my ass was going deeper. I took a step back and turned my back to the curtain, letting the water cascade down over my head.
“Fuck.” I whispered out as quietly as I could as my eyes closed, and I pictured that big blonde bearded stud behind me, whispering the same thing in my ear, like some dirty dark secret once again.
The curtain being pulled back and closed again made me gasp, and I spun around to see a very wet, and very hard Dex now crowding into my private shower stall.
“I saw you looking at Sully. I’m right about you aren’t I?” He whispered, moving sideways, dripping wet as I slunk back against the wall, wiping the water from my face. I had my hard cock in my hand and he looked down, making me look down at his in his hand, also hard, and bigger than mine.
He held a finger up to his lips as he grinned, and slowly stroked his cock.
“I need a warm mouth, babycakes.” I heard him whisper, before I caught myself looking down again at his impressive hard cock in his right hand as his other hand went from his lips to the top of my head. “You want it?” I heard him say as I came face to face with him.
I nodded, and felt the gentle pressure of his hand pushing me willingly to my knees. I came face to face with his dick, my hands suddenly on his big thighs. “Open up that pretty mouth then half-pint.”
And on instinct I did, right here in the shower, on my knees, my first day here and already sucking a cock. Just like in the showers during training.
I didn’t say a word as I started to suck his cock down my throat. I gagged, pushing against his legs, but his hand gripped my wet head tight. He held my skull against him and started to fuck my face, holding me tight, until he relented and pulled back, giving me a chance to let out a gasp.
“Oh yeah baby suck it good and I won’t tell anyone you’re a cock sucker, deal?” He said, slapping my face with his dick before he shoved it back in. “Unless you want me to.” He said as he breathed out at the feeling of my mouth around him.
I closed my eyes and did it, because I was so hungry for cock. I needed something. And he had a nice cock! My own dick was hard and I grabbed it, jerking it as I turned the sudden surprise into just another blow job. At least I could show him I had some skills and talent. At least I could let him know I was a willing participant, and that I was good at it. Maybe then he’d cut me some slack.
I grabbed the base of his shaft and sucked him down hard, hearing him gasp above me. I glanced up, seeing the look of shock on his face as I worked him over, until his head fell backwards and his arms went wide to the sides of the shower stall to brace himself.
“Holy fuckin’ hell.” He moaned out in a hushed whisper, and his left leg started shaking. I knew he was close. Most straight men came fast with me, never having such an expert cock sucker working their dicks. With his hands off my head I could work my magic. The magic that made Liam squirm like mad. The charm and expertise that made Coach Roberts beg for it.
I saw Dex’s long toes curl and his other leg was now shaking. He was looking down at me with that wide opened mouth look, unable to speak, but knowing what was coming.
And just as he went to explode with a grunt, I pulled his cock out of my mouth and jerked him off, watching the load spill from the head of his cock, over my hand as I gripped him tight, smiling that I could get him off so quick.
He shuddered uncontrollably trying not to make a sound until he bent in half towards me, and pulled his cock from my grip, grabbing it himself to shake off the remainder of his cum. He moved closer, stepping into the water, washing his head off and letting the water run down his body. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, a bit of a gut on him, but definitely manly, and definitely my type.
Dex raised a finger to his lips and gave my face a little slap as I remained on my knees amidst the running water. Then he bent down and grabbed my jaw, holding my face so close to his I thought he might kiss me. “Sweet Jesus, better than I thought it would be. I might have to keep you in my pocket for later.” He gave me an ugly smile, patted my face again and then stood up and slipped out of the curtain carefully, his dick now soft and smaller, leaving me feeling rather shameful at having done this.
The next man to enter my mind wasn’t Liam, or the Coach or even Sully, the blonde bearded hunk I assumed was still showering. It was the mountain. The big, hard looking, stern-faced Richardson. With his booming voice in my ear and his big hand on my body. With another look of disappointment.
I grabbed my dick as I sat on the shower floor and jerked my hard cock, imaging the big Hank Richardson standing naked before me, staring down at his feet in the swirling water. If only he was here, naked in the shower beside me. I imagined him holding a big cock over me, slapping my face with it as I jerked harder. The taste of Dex’s clean cock was still on my lips, and it made my cock swell as I closed my eyes and thought of the big mountain man who was now my boss, wanting to feed me just like Dex did.
“I know you want it.” I pictured him saying as I grunted out as quietly as I could my two-day load.
I watched my cum erupt from me in a series of volleys, shooting out to the wall in front of me, landing in clumps around my knees and feet, swirling down the drain. Other lumps got stuck, and I noticed similar lumps that weren’t mine.
Welcome to the rig I thought to myself. Day one and I’ve learned to try not to die, just jerk off when you can obviously, and if someone steps into your shower, suck them off as quickly as you can.
Maybe that was all I was good for after all.
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