Workin' Men

Growing up was difficult for Marty. His dad, Alex, was an oilfield worker and a rough as a bear’s arse. Marty was the complete antithesis of his father. He was always neat and clean and a bookworm, preferring to be indoors. Mary was a good student and very bright at school. In the milieu that he lived, however, Marty got seen as a nerdish sissy. The other boisterous boys of the community often referred to him as Mary.

Because of Alex’s seniority at work, he only worked dayshifts. Alex would leave for work at six in the morning and arrive home after five in the afternoon. As one would imagine, upon his arrival covered in muck, Alex would strip at the front door and hand his filthy overall to Marty’s mother before heading off for a shower. After that, Alex would have a few beers before the family sat down to dinner.

Marty’s sister, who was several years older than him, had moved out of home two years before and lived in a city two hundred miles away.

Conversation between Marty and his parents was never stimulating at the dinner table. Marty’s mother had always been a doormat and had a strained relationship with Alex. After dinner, Marty would help his mom cleaning dishes before departing for his room.

The other routine in their lives was when Alex would get pissed with his two friends Rambo and Jaxon Saturday afternoons. Luckily, this habit worked on a rotational basis at all three men’s homes.

Marty found Rambo and Jaxon intriguingly scary. Rambo had a square head that looked like it had got fused onto his stocky frame, and he was ruggedly handsome and ultra-masculine. Jaxon had a lithe, wiry body and a disproportioned ugly face. Jaxon was also the skankiest-looking of the three men.

After Marty turned sixteen, his life changed remarkably.

The first of these changes occurred when his mother moved out to live with his sister. Marty’s mom’s disenchantment for many years got nullified by Marty’s sister’s encouragement, and she finally decided to leave Alex.

With two years to go before attending college, Marty got saddled with the task of caring for his dad. The occurrence was not such an ordeal for Marty, because he had always helped his mom, cleaning the house and cooking.

The second change in Marty’s life occurred when one of the neighbour’s sons initiated a sexual relationship with him. Unexpectedly, Jeffery, the neighbour’s son, one day popped in. Shortly, Jeffrey coerced Marty into sucking his dick, which Marty gleefully agreed to. Before long, Marty and Jeffrey were engaging in full-fledged, anal sex, despite Jeffrey’s constant declarations that he was not a ‘queer.’

Unbeknownst to Marty, while he was getting fucked one afternoon, Alex arrived home two hours early due to having a cold and silently watched the sexual scenario.

When Alex got home on that day, he was unheard because of the tumult emanating from Marty’s bedroom. After Alex tiptoed toward the carnal commotion, he watched his son’s arse getting plowed.

Under usual circumstances, Alex would have hollered at the disgusting sodomites in full cry. Strangely, however, Alex felt a stirring in his loins as he watched in an almost morbid fascination. Alex had long believed that Marty was not ‘normal,’ so he was not too surprised. The sexual neglect that Alex had suffered for many years with his wife, nonetheless, seemed to negate his outright disgust. An overwhelming voyeuristic inclination began to swell in his, and soon he was stroking his dick through his dirty overall. When Jeffrey unloaded, Alex started to unload in his underpants in unison. 

Alex now quickly retraced his steps and exited the front door. By the time Marty and Jeffrey opened the front door, Alex made it as if he had just arrived home, explaining the fact that he was not feeling too well. The flushed look on Jeffery’s face amused Alex.

“Oh, Jeffery, send your dad my regards,” Alex uttered as Jeffery departed.

As Marty took his dad’s overall, he was relieved that his timing with Jeffery had been so lucky.

That night as Alex got into bed, the events of the day kept repeatedly playing in his head. With the living proof that his son was a bitch, he could not keep his lust under control and twice more masturbated before falling asleep.

The following day at work, as Alex ate his sandwiches with Rambo and Jaxon, Alex could not contain himself. He knew that both of his friends were aware of Marty’s peculiarities. Everyone knew that people referred to Marty as Mary.

“Listen, I have to tell you something privately. Swear to me you won’t tell anyone!” Alex seriously tendered.

Both Rambo and Jaxon shrugged in a ‘what the fuck, we are best friends, manner.’

Comfortably reassured, Alex then spoke.

“Well, as you know, I wasn’t feeling too great yesterday. When I got home early, I saw something very unusual. Well, I suppose not that unusual. In any case, Marty, my son, is somewhat different as you all know… The thing is, when I arrived home early yesterday, I saw my neighbour’s son fucking the living shit out of Marty,” Alex awkwardly stammered to a conclusion.

“What did you do?” Rambo asked.

 “Nothing…” Alex uncomfortably admitted.

“So… What’s the big deal,” Jaxon questioned before adding, “Boys all fuck around before pussy becomes readily available. I regularly fucked the boy next door and enjoyed it, and I am not queer. That just happens. Don’t you agree, Rambo?”

“Yeah… Something like that,” Rambo admitted.

“What about you, Alex? Don’t tell me you never made use of a cocksucker in your life?” Jaxon asked challengingly.

Alex simply nodded as he thought about Luke, a boy that he had repeatedly skull-fucked.

With a snigger, Jaxon then exclaimed, “Thank fuck… At least we are all being honest.

After a pause, Jaxon persevered, “So Alex… Were you tempted to fuck your boy last night?”

“Jesus, no. That would be incest,” Alex disbelievingly murmured.”

“Oh, spare me the bullshit. What are you worried about, that Marty will become pregnant? It’s not the same for boys and girls,” Jaxon said with a laugh before adding, “You haven’t had a fuck in ages. I would definitely have fucked Marty last night if I were you. Best of all, he is fucking pretty and likes cock.”

At this point, even Rambo began to nod his head in amused agreement. After the dust had settled after the intense conversation, Jaxon was on a roll.

“I tell you what, Alex, seeing how you enjoyed watching Marty getting fucked, when Rambo and I visit on Saturday, you can watch us fucking Marty,” Jaxon suggested.

As Jaxon’s final words resounded, the hooter announced the end of lunch.

That evening, as Marty and Alex ate their dinner, Alex had a pensive look.

“Are you okay, dad,” Marty finally asked.

“Uh-huh,” Alex replied with his mind in a quandary.

“Are there any snacks you particularly want me to make for Saturday?” Marty innocently asked.

“Thick sausages in a white bun,” Alex chuckled.  

Perplexed at this unusual request, Marty nodded somewhat confused.  

That night as Alex got into bed, the conversation with his workmates resonated in his head. Alex had not had sex for so long that he could not remember how it felt. Much as masturbation kept him going, fucking, nonetheless, was infinitely preferable. Alex’s thoughts now began to gravitate toward Marty. Marty was as pretty as a girl, as Alex’s friends had noted, and even reminded Alex of his wife when she was a young woman. Alex had never performed anal sex on any woman and wondered how it would feel. In conversations over the years, many men who had experienced this raved about how stunning it was.

As he lay tugging on his dick, he thought about loudly masturbating as he lay next to his ‘sleeping’ wife. He chuckled as he remembered the spiteful habit, determined to demonstrate his sexual frustrations. Best of all, he recalled how he would place his cum soaked hand on her torso when he had finished. He knew that this irritated her enormously, but to her credit, she never overreacted.

After unloading, Alex rubbed his spillage all over his body before turning onto his side and falling asleep.

Over the following two days, Jaxon, in particular, kept mentioning their Saturday piss-up. Although Rambo was less vocal, his eyes underlined his enthusiasm.

By the time Rambo and Jaxon arrived at Alex’s home on Saturday, Marty had prepped the sausage and buns that he would be serving.

From the arrival of his dad’s workmates on that Saturday, the friendliness of Jaxon and Rambo astounded Marty. They had never been offish toward him in the past, but suddenly they were very engaging toward him and insisted he has another beer. Jaxon, in particular, kept popping into the kitchen and either kneading Marty’s shoulder or tapping his backside.

‘What the fuck, is happening?’ Marty kept ruminating as he sipped his beer.

Once the food got placed on the lounge table, Jaxon and Rambo insisted that Marty sit between them on the huge sofa. Once they had eaten their sausage buns, two hands, one from either of his dad’s friends, seemed to fuse to Marty’s knees.

As Marty sat dumbfounded, Jaxon decided to take the initiative.

“Alex… Did you see anything interesting over the past few days?” Jaxon asked, surreptitiously winking at Alex.

Knowing that this was his cue, Alex rose to the occasion brilliantly.

“Well, do you guys remember the other day when I wasn’t feeling too great?” Alex asked rhetorically before continuing, “In any case, as I arrived home and opened the front door, there was a noise from inside the house.”

“What kind of noise?” Jaxon inquired with faux intrigue.

“It sounded like people fucking,” Alex reported with mock solemnity.

“Really… So what did you do?” Jaxon asked in a fake fashion.

“Well, I headed for Marty’s room to see what the racket was all about,” Alex replied dramatically.

“And what did you see?” Rambo finally contributed.

“I saw our neighbour’s son Fucking Marty,” Alex melodramatically exclaimed.

At this point, Marty wanted the ground to open under him and swallow him up. He was scared out of his wits, wondering if this was going to be a redneck homo reorientation. Had his dad invited his friends to teach him a lesson, Marty pondered.

“Was the filthy neighbour forcing your boy?” Jaxon hissed in a disbelieving growl.

“No… Marty was as happy as a bitch in heat,” Alex exclaimed animatedly.

“Jesus,” Rambo sternly added, “Are you telling us that Marty is a pussy-boy?”

By now, Marty’s head was on his chest in submission and hoping to die.

As one of Rambo’s thick fingers tilted his head upward, tears were streaming down Marty’s face. 

“Relax, buddy, did the neighbour at least have a decent cock?” Jaxon inquired.

In Marty’s dilemma, Jaxon’s question perplexed him.

‘What the fuck is happening here?’ he pondered because it was almost like a setup. ‘What the fuck are these guys up to?’ he pontificated. 

In an innocent voice, Marty uttered, “Well, I don’t know because I haven’t seen many cocks.”

“Ah, well, Rambo… It Looks like we need to help Marty make up his mind,” Jaxon stated.

With that, both Jaxon and Rambo rose to their feet, pulled off their t-shirts, and then dropped their shorts. As they sat back on the sofa, both men pushed their hips forward and displayed their jewels for Marty’s inspection.

With his head that had once more flopped onto his chest, Marty’s eyes glanced from side to side. It amused him that their cocks were precisely as he had imagined. Rambo had a fat, cut knob with a short stubby head, and Jaxon’s long uncut dick had an overhang that looked like the wrinkled floppy pope’s nose hanging off the back of a chicken. It was disgustingly fascinating. Marty had read about docking and reasoned that Jaxon’s foreskin could easily slide over a third of his cock.

Exciting as what was happening to Marty was, he was still wary that these alphas might be setting him up for tough-love readjustment. After his dad had seen him and the neighbour, maybe this was his dad’s answer to setting him on the right path.

As Marty nervously looked up at his father, he asked, “What happening here, dad?”       

“Well, when I told the boys about you and the neighbour, they agreed that they wanted to fuck you. Anyway, so here we all are. Besides, I enjoyed watching you getting fucked by Jeffery. I then figured that a reprise would be great for all of us. After all, what are good friends for,” Alex cackled before adding, “If Jaxon and Rambo are any good, maybe this will become a regular Saturday entertainment at our home.”

Although Marty wanted to ask more questions, he remained silent as the immensity of the unfolding scenario flooded his thought.

After several moments, Rambo was the first to speak. “Why don’t you lick my thick lolly while Jaxon savours your arse, boy?”

As Rambo manipulated Marty’s body into position and pulled Marty’s t-shirt off him, Jaxon’s icky hands robbed Marty of his shorts and underpants.

Marty was so horny by now that he offered no resistance. Oddly, the presence of his father was not troubling because, during the verbal jousting that had taken place, Alex had begun feverishly rubbing his crotch. As Marty’s mouth scouted around Rambo’s fat phallus, the fissured tongue of Jaxon commenced lapping at his arse.

As a kid, Jaxon had often frightened Marty by doubling his tongue between his lips to scare him. The cracks in Jaxon’s crannied tongue had always startled the shit out of Marty.

“Yeah, buddy, slick him up and open that hole so that my fat knob can slide in easily,” Rambo growled.

By now, Marty was beginning to feel like a hoe at a redneck bachelor party, intoxicated with lust. He could not care if these two men fucked the living shit out of him. He also did not care that his dad was watching because his father had sanctioned this fuck-fest, after all. The rich smell of male crotch as his mouth got coerced into distention only added to his bliss. From behind, Marty was also getting a masterclass that he would only later learn as rimming. The simultaneous kneading and rubbing by four rough hands all over his torso added to his bliss. 

After a few minutes, when Marty felt the pope’s nose lodging into his arse, he could not wait for the rigid inner body of the sheath to rocket into his backside. As Jaxon slammed his projectile into Marty’s arse, an accompanying roar heralded the detonation.

As Alex watched, mixed emotions flooded his mind. He could not believe that he was watching his masculine straight friends fucking his son. He was, stupefied by this sight before him and his cock was railing against its constriction in his underpants.

Shortly, Alex rose and moved closer to have a better view of the carnal cluster before him. Alex was very tempted to hurl his dick out and join in; however, the incest angle was still harnessing him. As he watched, Marty moved upward on Rambo’s body with Jaxon’s crotch rhythmically glued to Marty’s backside. Alex’s mind got blown as he saw Marty and Rambo fervently kissing.

After several minutes, Jaxon began shuddering as he reached his climax and unloaded into Marty. Marty’s backside, Jaxon lifted Marty’s arse and impaled it onto Rambo’s thick knob.

“Yeah, bitch, now you have all the lube you need to ride Rambo’s dick. Let’s see that arse of yours in action,” Jaxon commanded before Marty began to sway his hips. Jaxon now milked all the muck out of his overhang before smearing the goo on Marty’s lips.

“Christ, boy, you need to learn to ride like a rodeo superstar,” Jaxon berated Marty as he placed his hands on Marty’s shoulders and encouraged him to bounce vigorously on Rambo’s cock. Next, Jaxon commenced slapping Marty’s arse to impress his command convincingly.

In the live performance that was now taking place, Rambo’s release began to build speedily, and shortly Rambo’s huge hands manically clamped onto Marty’s hips as Rambo robustly stabbed upward in the throes of excitement.

As Marty started tugging on his dick, his oxygen supply got constricted as Jaxon’s abrasive hands closed around his throat and squeezed. As Rambo and Marty simultaneously unloaded, Marty thought that he was about to blackout.   

While watching this melee, Alex began rubbing the front of his jeans so energetically that within seconds of Marty and Rambo’s ecstasy, Alex’s cock exploded in his underpants.

Afterward, as the men got dressed, Jaxon said, “Hey, Marty, you have never shown me your room.”

“Well, let me show you, Jaxon,” Marty innocently offered.

As Rambo and Alex sipped their beers, the sounds soon emanating from the bedroom left them in no doubt as to what was happening.

When Alex and Rambo got to Marty’s bedroom door, Marty was on the bed on his knees, with Jaxon viciously clamping onto Marty’s cock and balls to anchor Marty as he manically rimmed Marty’s backside with his fissured tongue.

Knowing that Marty had two loads in his backside, Jaxon’s spunk-loving regime mesmerized Alex. 

‘Fuck, we have been friends forever. How come I have never known this about my buddies?’ Alex ruminated.

As Alex and Rambo watched entranced, Jaxon rose, and with a shitfaced grin, turned to face them. “Well, after my dessert, I could do with a beer,” he announced.

As all four men stood around in the kitchen picking at the leftovers and sipping on their beers, Jaxon and Rambo suggestively colluded that the men should always meet at Alex’s home on Saturdays. Naturally, expenses would get split, and their wives would not have to clean up after them. 

“Of course, that means that you will get saddled with the cleaning,” Rambo advised.

“I don’t mind,” Marty quickly countered.

“What about you, Alex?” Jaxon inquired.

“No problem for me if Marty’s happy,” Alex confirmed.

Rambo now began to murmur that he needed to make his way home because his in-laws were coming round for supper that evening.

Jaxon appeared to be in no great hurry and opted for one more beer.

When Marty started tidying up, Jaxon began to harass him seductively. As Alex watched, Jaxon soon commenced goading Marty toward his bedroom.

As Alex finished the job in the kitchen, he heard carnal noises emanating from the bedroom. Turned on by the sounds, Alex made his way in that direction.

Marty was on his back with his legs in the air, and Jaxon was plowing Marty’s arse as he peered in. This scene was the most sensual Alex had seen that day. Alex’s straight friend was essentially making love to his son. Alex stood mesmerized as he watched Jaxon’s hairy arse rhythmically grinding his cock into Marty’s backside.   

Alex’s abstinence was exacting a heavy toll on him as he stood watching and rubbing the front of his shorts. It took every fibre of his being not to strip and jump in. In frustration, Alex returned to the lounge and glugged down another beer.

It took another half-hour of agony before Marty and Jaxon joined him, whereafter Jaxon departed.

As Marty and Alex sat quietly in the lounge, Marty finally broke the impasse by asking what had been on his mind thus far.

“Dad… Why didn’t you join in?” Marty tentatively inquired.

“Because that would be incest,” Alex answered.

“So, who cares?” Marty proffered.

“I do. Besides, imaging performing incest in front of my two friends,” Alex explained.

“But we’re alone now, dad, so nobody will see,” Marty said as he knelt before Alex.

“Jesus, boy, I don’t know if we should open Pandora’s Box,” Alex mumbled in frustration.

“Okay… Your choice, dad,” Marty said as he stood before returning to his bedroom.

Alex just remained sitting there for the next hour with his mind in turmoil.

When he finally got up, he slowly made his way to Marty’s bedroom, worried that his son might be feeling intense rejection.

As Alex peered into Marty’s room, Marty was spread-eagle and lying naked on his stomach.

‘Christ, I am so horny. I feel like a caged beast watching its out-of-reach prey,’ Alex thought to himself.

Aware that Alex was watching him, Marty began to grind his hips and clench his butt cheeks suggestively.

“Oh my god, I can’t take any more of this… God help me,” Alex cogitated as he pushed his shorts down and pulled his t-shirt off.

As Alex climbed on the bed, he placed his hands on Marty’s butt cheeks and pulled them apart. As Alex looked down at the puffy pink starfish, he could see some of Jaxon’s spunk still glistening around Marty’s bum hole.

Alex was now beyond caring, and after unleashing the Kraken, Alex slid the frustrated beast into Marty’s arse.

As Alex began to hammer Marty’s backside, Marty commenced intoning, “Fuck me, daddy, fuck me, daddy, fuck me, daddy,” repeatedly.

‘Mmm, all the boys were right, anal sex is fantastic,’ Alex mentally agreed as he thumped Marty’s arse.