It was a new job I was uncertain about. I’ve been a trucker for many years, worked for a few different companies. This job was different, hauling sand and water at the Permian Basin in Texas. It was going to be hard work and long hours, secluded and a good haul from major cities. But the pay was awesome and I’d be sticking away lots of cash.
So the foreman, kind of a shorter guy with a muscle build, hired me same day after giving me a ride along driving test. The days would be long, seven days a week in 3 week stretches. Home time was 5 days every three weeks. Drivers were required to stay at the camp in individual bunkhouses, 2 men to a cabin. Being a guy who likes guys, I wasn’t sure how this would all be. But I could tell this was no place for weak men. I’ve never had a lot of experience with men but mutual oral and kissing but I understood that was going to be absent while I was here.
I’m not a strong built guy but I work hard, even though long hours driving over the road has left me with a chubby build. My belly hangs over my belt, balanced by my chubby ass and my chest is more like manboobs which I’m kinda self conscious about. I wasn’t blessed below, having a rather small endowment, maybe 4.5 inches hard which looked especially tiny compared to my chubby body. I was certain that hard work here would help me to get in better shape.
“You’ll be in cabin #22”, said the foreman. “Your cabin mate is Jake. You’ll ride with him the first 2 days. He’ll be making sure you can handle the job and equipment properly. We run 24 hours, have 3 - 12 hour shifts a day so they overlap. So you’ll be starting on the night shift as the new guy from 10pm to 10am. There’s a good chance you’ll be in the cabin alone at times so every man gets some privacy time. Any questions?
“No sir, I’m sure I have a good understanding”, I responded. “Just anxious to start”.
“Well park your pickup at the gravel parking lot and get your gear stowed away in your cabin”, he said as he pointed in the direction of mine. “There’s laundry rooms throughout the camp, 2 workout rooms and the cantina is open 24 hours when you’re hungry. Here’s your digital code for getting in to the cabin. That’s your private code and it unlocks also your bedroom, bedroom #1. There’s a fridge, small stove and a microwave in each cabin”.
“Yes sir, thanks”.
“Good luck”, he said, shaking my hand and giving me a nod.
After parking my truck I headed to the cabin with my duffle bags. Entering my code, I walked into the cabin and looked around. It didn’t smell bad, just a little bit like a locker room. There was one main room with a big wooden table with four chairs around it, a small kitchen equipped as the foreman had said, a bathroom and two bedrooms. The bedroom doors were both closed and I entered the code for my bedroom, which in itself was a new definition for small. There was an extra long twin bed, a dresser, a high shelf with a hanging rack underneath, a tv, and not much room for anything else.
After I packed my belongs away, I decided to take a hot shower. Afterwards, while I was toweling off I heard the beep-beep-beep of a digital code being entered into the front door. I grabbed my towel and held it around my waist, being a chubby guy it doesn’t go all the way around, and I have to hold it together under my belly. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I found my roommate standing in the main room.
“Hey, how are you? I’m Jake”, he said as he reached out a hand. Man this guy was a big strong man. His hands were huge, big mitts that swallowed my hand right up as I gave him a strong handshake.
“Hey Jake, I’m Billy. Nice to meet you. Let me get some shorts on and I’ll be right back”, as I turned towards my room. I went in, slipped on some cotton shorts and walked back out. We exchanged some pleasantries, back and forth talking about ourselves. The whole time I was talking I tried not to be obvious about checking him out. Another straight hot muscle man, alpha and redneck as hell, who was way out of reach. I already knew the safest way to be here is closeted. Survival and money is what I was looking for.
“I’m glad you’re done in the bathroom because I need a fucking shower bad”, he said. “It’s hot as hell today and the dust was really blowing. You ever worked on a fracking site”?
“No, this is my first job like this. But I’ve been over the road trucking for a few years”.
“Well damn”, he said. “There’s no decent pussy on the road and none here neither. You’ll be hard up and working hard, and you’ll look forward to your days off. You got some weight on you, bud. That’s a fat belly and you got some man titties going on”. I blushed at his comments. He said, “don’t worry, working here will trim you down a bit and build you some muscle”. With that he flexed his arms and biceps, his red haired arms bulging. I wondered if he was hairy all over, red hair on his body matching that thick red hair on his head. I could see his pecs bulge under his work T-shirt. He gave me a big toothy grin, a great smile.
“Well maybe so then, finally”, I said. “I wouldn’t mind being in better shape for sure”.
“Nah bud, it’s ok”, he laughed. “I’m just messing with you. Let me get in that shower and we’ll talk later”.
I went in my room and kicked back on my bed, leaving my bedroom door open. Listening to him shower I pictured the water and soap all over him as he washed those muscles. Fuck he was hot. I’m gonna have to be super closeted and forget about that. I don’t wanna fuck up this job. I heard the shower water stop and a few minutes later he came out, the towel tightly wrapped around his muscled body, stepping just inside my room. He was solid, he had one of those small muscle bellies that was compact, round and was high up. No sag or hanging down like mine. His broad chest was thickly muscled, not the gym type but the kind of muscle body you get from hard work. But under that towel was something big, a bulge that was sure to be thick. And to top it off, he was covered in a light red fur. I stole glances when he wasn’t looking. I thought to myself that I have to stop. Don’t want anyone to know about me.
“I’m gonna take a nap and then go to the cantina for some supper”, he said. “Talk to you later”
The next day I went on the job driving as he showed me everything to do. The following weeks Jake and I really got acquainted. He loved talking about pussy and I went along with it. We had a few nights of some heavy beer drinking and talking shit and became good buddies. Still every time I looked at him I couldn’t help but notice his strong alpha male manner. It came out in everything he did. I admired it so much, the way I have always admired strong alpha men. I just always had the feeling that he was in charge and I just relaxed and enjoyed being the follower.
One day I was alone in the cabin and Jake’s shift wouldn’t be over for hours. I need to jerk off bad and picked up my iPad to search for some good porn. He had left the door open to his room and as I walked by I saw his dirty boxers lying on the floor. I stepped in, picked them up, amazed at their compact size. Not the big fat boy underwear that I had but the small waisted cotton softness that I imagined covered his muscled ass so perfectly. I lifted them to my nose and inhaled his scent, the masculine scent that was him and the slightest hint of piss. I pictured him out there in range, taking a piss and the last few drops being soaked up by the cotton as he tucked his manhood back in.
I didn’t even load the porn, just took those boxers to my room and kicked back stroking my cock, thinking about him, and huffing on the shorts. His scent filled my head and it wasn’t long before I spewed a big load of cum on my belly. Fuck, it was a strong cum and I just lay back relaxing in the feeling and fell asleep.
I woke up what must have been hours later to find Jake standing next to my bed in his boxers. “What’s up, buddy”, he asked. I was startled. Trying to figure out the situation. Here I was naked in my bed, dried cum on my belly hairs and then it hit me. Fuck. His shorts, did I take his shorts back to his room? No I didn’t. I casually looked around by my pillow but didn’t see them.
“Are you looking for these?”, he said as he held up his shorts. “I found these laying in your open hand next to your head while you were asleep. Dude, have you been sniffing my shorts?”
“No, man. No, of course not”, I said, knowing full well I was busted.
“Well how do you explain it?”
I had nothing to say. I just lay there, rising up on my forearms with my head down. “I’m sorry, man”, I said, while I turned a deep shade of blushing red.
“Bro, are you queer?”, he asked in what seemed like a manner that was calm and understanding, like he was giving me room to come clean about it. So I just lay there thinking it might be ok.
“No”, I said, unable to be truthful about it.
“I think you are man, why else would you be sniffing my dirty shorts, bro?” As he threw the shorts at me. I just sat there in silence, trying to think of what to say. Nothing was coming to mind.
He reached down and lowered the waisted band of his boxers and pulled out his thick uncut soft cock. Man it was thick, and the way the skin wrapped over his bulbous thick head was causing my mouth to drop open. His big bull balls were hanging low, big as eggs and I could smell the masculine scent of him. “Is this what you want, dude? Do you want my cock”?
Again, I didn’t say a thing. “Touch it, man” he teased me. “Go ahead, touch it nice. You know you really want it. It’s probably been on your fucking mind since the day you saw me. Isn’t that right?”
I just stared at it for a second, looked up at him and then back down at his dick. I slowly lifted my hand towards it. I was an inch away from touching it when he smacked my arm away.
“Faggot, you’re a fucking faggot”, he yelled. “You really are. Fuck, I can’t believe this shit”, as he put his dick back in his shorts.
“Take it easy, man”, I said as I leaned away from him. I put my hands up for protection because it looked like he was going to beat the hell out of me. “Don’t be angry, please, I won’t bother you”.
“Angry? Why would I be angry. Other than the fact that you been talking smack about pussy with me all these weeks and it’s a fucking lie. All the men here know we’re cabin mates. You better keep your mouth shut about you being a fucking homo”.
“I will, I promise. No one will ever know. I wasn’t going to tell anyone and didn’t want you to know”, I explained.
“I swear if that gets out I will beat your fat ass”, he threatened. “You got that?”
“Yes, I promise, no one will ever know.”
“Good”, he said. “You better not. Now get on your knees”.
“What?”
“I said get on your fucking knees cocksucker, right here in front of me”.
I did as he said muttering “yes sir” as I dropped to the floor.
“I like the sound of that, yes sir. That works for me. I can’t believe I’ve been all hard up with no bitches around to fuck when I’ve got a cocksucking faggot right here to take care of my nut. Look up at me”. He barked. “Put your hands behind your back. Don’t touch me unless I give permission. That’s right, your life is changing right now.”
I sat there, resting on my legs as he stepped forward, getting right up close to me. He reached into his shorts again, scooping out his whole three piece set with that big hand. When he released them they just dropped, the weight of it all causing a slow bounce. I just stared at that cock for a few seconds, then looked up at him taking in his red fur covered strong chest and hard muscle belly. He rested his hands on his hips as he stared down at me, his hips naturally arching forward.
His cock was so thick and big, hanging, and his balls were covered with a light red hair. The big meat curved down a bit, thick and wide with a bulging vein down one side of the shaft that kind of ran halfway around it. The head was big, and was covered by thin foreskin that showed the ridge of the head underneath, leaving just a very slight end of the tip exposed. I could feel his heat and his man scent was strong. My dick started getting hard and I instinctively reached around to grab it.
“I said hands behind your back, faggot”, he barked again. “Lean back, let me see what you’re grabbing for”. I put my hands back behind me and leaned back, exposing my small hard dick. “Look at that, looks like a little boys dick and hard already just being on your knees in front of me. You’ll never satisfy a woman proper with that. It’s clear, you were born to be right where you are now, in the middle of your purpose. Lean forward again with your face close to my cock”.
He reached down and took his cock in hand, holding it up close to my nose, millimeters away. “Breathe slow and deep through your nose”, he ordered me in a quiet soft manner. I instantly took in the smell of his cock and it filled my head. He bumped my nose with the tip and I inhaled his aroma again. “Yeah, enjoy that, faggot. That’s your new drug.”
I instinctively closed my eyes letting the pleasure of being so close with him just wash over me. Then his scent got a little stronger and I opened my eyes to see that he had pulled the skin back just a little bit more. He was getting hard now and rubbed his cock against my nostrils. Just smelling his strong cock scent, a smell that would have been repulsive to a normal man, was filling me up inside, almost making me dizzy. I was a faggot, a cocksucker, and I knew finally that this was where I belonged. On my knees, in front of strong alpha men. Letting go of the lie that I was equal to other men and I should be doing as real men would have me do.
He pulled the skin back over the head which was flaring full and wide and the scent of him increased ten fold. All around the head of his cock was a thin white film, thicker and more visible around the ridge. It was his essence, a strong odor mixed with piss stank and sweat from his hard day of working in the heat.
“That’s going to be your special gift I’m gonna give you every day, boy”, he said as he ran the finger of his other hand around the cock head and then held it to my nose. He told me to open my mouth and he slipped that finger in and ran it on my tongue. It reacted strongly on my tongue and tasted bitter as I wrapped my lips around his big thick finger and lightly sucked. “Look up at me. Now open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue”, as he rubbed the head of his cock in circles over it. “Clean all that off, faggot and keep looking at me as you do. That piss smell will go away after you suck it a while”, he said with a laugh.
I looked up, my lips and tongue wrapping around the huge head, caressing and cleaning him; his cock fully hard now and the head flared out wide. The taste was pungent and strong, bitter, but I didn’t care. I wanted it all. I licked and sucked for all I was worth. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed deeper, his big cock stretching my jaw wide. I struggled but he began thrusting deeper into my throat. I tried pulling back, my gag reflex kicking in but he wasn’t having any of it. He switched to a brutal throat fuck in a second.
I struggled hard as best I could, trying to push passed my gagging as I wanted his cock so badly. He pushed my head back off his dick and with a big open hand gave me a hard slap across my face.
“No teeth cocksucker, no teeth on my fucking dick”, he barked. “Cover your teeth with your lips and open wider, damn it. Open your mouth wide” and as I did he hocked up a big wad of spit and it did a bullseye landing right on my tongue.
His slid two fingers into my mouth and pressed down on my tongue, rubbing his spit all over my tongue and teeth, reaching deep into my throat, triggering another gag, exploring as if inspecting me. He kept them in there gripping my head with his other hand. When he finally pulled them out I choked and coughed but he couldn’t care less. Another slap to the side of my head, another wad of spit, but on my face this time and his harder than ever cock was sliding across my tongue for more. He fucked in short strokes this time, telling me to use my tongue. I struggled with his size of him still, using my tongue and mouth for his pleasure was what I truly wanted. My jaw was starting to ache but I did as best I could, keeping my teeth off his cock as his pace picked up, short-fucking my mouth. Then with both hands on my head he went deep, grunting and fucking into my mouth as he filled my throat with his cum. He was so deep in I couldn’t taste it. I could feel his cock pulsating against my tongue as every shot of his load released and coated my throat. I tried to push off and get air but he shouted, “get your hands off of me faggot and swallow that load”.
Finally, he was done and pulled out, pushing me hard as I flipped back on the floor, gasping for air, the taste of his cum now strong as I coughed it up into my mouth.
“Swallow that shit, boy. Make sure you get it all down into that fat belly.” With that he swung his foot, a square shot right to my balls. The pain from the hard smack built up and I started to cramp up and curled over to my side. He stood above me, breathing hard, his chest heaving, his hairy body now matted with sweat and he delivered another wad of freshly hocked up spit onto my body.
“You’re gonna need to get better than that, fat boy”. he said sternly. “I told you your life is changing. From now on you’re my personal cocksucker, my faggot slave. We aren’t friends anymore but you learn how to please me properly and it will be better for you. Get that through your head. And if you complain to anyone I’ll beat the shit out of you and tell them you tried your gay shit with me”.
He looked down at his cock, examining it in his hand. I looked up at him still trying to clear my throat and aching from the kick to my balls. “You see that, fat boy”, as he held his cock in his hand to show me. “Teeth marks on my fucking dick. You got get better at it.” Again, another thick wad he spit on me.
“Now get up on the bed on your knees. Head down, ass up, faggot”, he ordered.
“I’ve never done that before”, I said. “I’m not into getting fucked”.
“I said head down ass up, faggot. Are you deaf?” He slapped my ass hard with that big wide hand. I climbed onto the bed, prone in the position as he ordered. “Damn that’s a nice fat ass,” as he spread my big cheeks digging a finger and tugging at my hole. “Never been fucked, huh. Well then it oughta be nice and tight for me”, as he gave it another hard slap. “Make sure you keep that hole clean when I’m around. I don’t want any shit on my dick and believe me you won’t want it either when I stick it in your faggot mouth after I’ve been fucking you. I want it nice and clean, just like a warm wet pussy”.
He bent down, picked up his boxers and said sternly, “And stay the fuck out of my room. Am I gonna have to lock it?” He left my room closing the door hard. Then the next sound was of his door slamming.
The pain was now subsiding in my balls. I’ve never been through something like that in my life. What had I gotten myself into? But I liked it. Maybe it was finding purpose or just discovering who and what I was. It was a release from my life of fraud, like finally fulfilled in what I really wanted, surrendering to real men for their use. Now I was going to be taking his huge cock inside me. For worshiping his cock and body, I was willing to do what he wanted. I climbed up into my bed and fell asleep exhausted. My shift started in four hours.
