workers fuck boy

 I’m David a naïve skinny 18 year old. I decided I would take a job grape picking to earn some money before I started at university. I was unworldly not streetwise, too trusting. The vineyard was only a short distance from where I lived, cycling distance. 

My co-workers were Hispanic seasonal workers, 20 to 30 ish years old.  The guy in charge of the 4-man gang that I was allocated to was a tall muscular Afro-American named Joseph. They were all friendly in a controlled way. Smiling and being nice to me. I was at that time naïve inexperienced to understand the signals they were sending out. Over flowing with testosterone and away from their women an 18-year-old slim white guy like me made it hard for them to ignore the sexual use I could be to them. 

It was hard work in hot conditions making me sweat. I eventually stripped off to my shorts, they were an old pair, tight fitting, the material hugged tight into my ass crack.  I didn’t know at the time that if I had been a male whore I could not have dressed better to turn highly sexed guys on. 

Over the next few days Joseph became more tactile stroking his hand over my back and ass slow and purposely. Like a guy would do with a girl. At first I felt uncomfortable with it but after a time I got used to it. I was experiencing an inner feeling of pleasure that I had never experienced before. I was becoming less inhibited as I got used to him. The other guys would touch me in the same way as Joseph did. I felt different I started to crave for their attention, Joseph in particular. I was confused, something inside me told me it was wrong the way I was feeling and how I was reacting, yet the feeling and intense deep pleasure was too much to not want more.  

 One day Joseph came up to me and said he needed me to go with him to look over the site we had to pick the next day. During the drive over there he asked, "How old are you?"  "Eighteen," I said. " I remember being eighteen, bet you're horny all the time. Hell I know I was, and I still am!" he said "You got a girlfriend?"  "no" I replied. " Boyfriend?" "No", I looked away quickly. I suddenly felt embarrassed and started to blush. Did he think I was gay. "Gay’s I don’t have a problem with them do you?"  He asked as he ruffled my hair with his hand. I didn’t answer. He stroked his meaty hand over my thigh then squeezed it. Then laughed as he ruffled my hair again with his hand. Several times he squeezed my thigh moving his hand higher each time. I could feel my face heating up I was concentrating as hard as possible to not get hard. I was experiencing a lovely feeling every time he touched me, which made it difficult for me to not get a hard. I could feel my cock stretching in my shorts. 

He stroked his hand high up into my crotch until his hand rested on my now hard cock. I tried to move away. He pressed his hand harder down on my hard cock. "So you like me touching you?"  "No" I replied. "If you say so", he said with a laugh.  He pulled up and switched the engine off. He scratched his nuts and laughed. Then placed his arm over my shoulders squeezing my shoulder with his large meaty hand. I was shaking nervously as he stroked his hand over my hard cock and thigh. "You’re a very pretty boy," he said as he ran his fingers through my hair. I pulled away. "Relax I know your gay." "No, no, I". Before I could say anymore he leaned forward and grabbed the back of my head and pressed his lips firmly on my lips. The force of his tongue was powerful, dominating my open mouth, giving me a deep French kiss. I inhaled deeply, the rush of blood to my head made me feel dizzy.

I gripped his shoulder muscle. He cupped the back of my head with the palm of his hand and kissed and licked my face. With his free hand he began feeling along my naked chest. My nipples sprang to attention as his callused hand brushed over my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feelings he was creating in my body. I stroked my hands over his muscular back and arms. Joseph is 35 years old at least 6’. Built like a bull hair trimmed like a military guy. I was in a trance. Then he suddenly pulled away from me and told me to get out.

He got out on his side and leaned up against the truck, come round here he said in a authoritative voice. He placed his big hands on my shoulders and forced me down onto my knees before him. "Why don't you help me pull my jeans down."  I reached up and unbuckled his belt then unzipped his jeans. He pushed his hips forward so his ass was away from the truck. I peeled his jeans slowly down his hairy muscular thighs, revealing the strong V of muscles to the thick black bushy pubic hairs. Finally his heavy semi-hard black cock and low hanging balls, hung there in view. Making my eyes nearly pop. 

His cock was enormous. I looked up at him. "Go ahead and wrap those pretty lips around it", he said as he looked down at me with a smirk on his face. He had his hands on my shoulders so I could not move away from him as he pushed his hips forward rubbing his sweaty crotch over my face. 

Taking a deep breath I nervously stuck my tongue out and licked the spongy head and licked over the gaping piss-slit making him give out deep guttural moans. A salty taste in my mouth made me pull away. I felt his hand on the back of my head pulling my head toward him as he fed my stretched mouth with his thick hardening black cock.  He bobbed my head back and forth penetrating my throat deeper with each thrust.  "That’s it bitch I’ll teach you how to please your man."  He worked my tight throat gently loosening my throat so he could penetrate deeper pulling away when I gagged to let me breath. "You white boys like to take a black cock deep, I’m going to make you take the full length  boy". 

He worked his hard cock deeper until my nostrils were rubbing into his musky pubic hairs. I ran my hands up his well-developed thighs until I was holding onto his big bubble butt. "Look me in the eye I want you to see who’s fucking your lilly white mouth."   A mixture of pre-cum and spit dribbled off my chin down onto my naked chest. Pain was giving way to a feeling of pleasure. I was in heaven. He positioned his large callus hands so that one was wrapped around my throat while the other palmed the back of my head, giving him more control. He thrust faster and more vigorously. His sweat dripped onto me, mixing with the pre-cum and spit. I never once broke off eye contact with him as his thrusts and moans became more erratic. I felt my cock throbbing as I squirted my load in my shorts, then he said. "Yeah gay boy, you ready for this load?" a few more thrust and his body and legs shuddered.

He was shaking uncontrollably as my mouth flooded with spurt after spurt. So much that it spilled out the side of my mouth and exploding down my nostrils. Making me pull away only to be squirted in the face. He slapped me across the face with his hand and said, "don’t do that bitch."  He thrust his cock back into my mouth and stood dominantly over me breathing heavily as he held my head firmly between his hands, making sure I swallowed every drop of his juices. Eventually he pulled his cock out my mouth and slapped my face with it. Then told me to lick the spillage off his balls and pubic hairs. I could not resist sucking each of his balls in turn making him inhale deeply and deeply moan. I had never been happier than where I was at that moment on my knees having just had my mouth fucked by a big black cock. I licked his semi hard cock and sucked his balls until he pushed me away and told me to get in the truck. I scooped the cum from off my chin and sucked my fingers. I was feeling very, very pleased. All the time he fucked my mouth he didn’t take his eyes off me, he saw the tears in my eyes and the pain on my face and then the look of pleasure. He used my mouth solely and purely for his own pleasure. I could tell by the look on the faces of the guys when we got back that they knew he had fed me his sperm juices.

To be continued…….