The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental. If male-to-male sexual scenes offend you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years old, the laws in most areas state that you're just too young to read filth like this.
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As soon as I turned 16 I was legally entitled to leave high school.
So I did.
I hated the petty rules, hated sitting in classes that had nothing to do with me.
My mother, who barely acknowledged my existence, signed the relevant forms and I found myself signed up as a general labourer in the Waiporati development.
Back then, Waiporati only existed on paper. New Zealand needed a huge new pulp-and-paper mill in the heart of the forestry district. A mill of that proportion needed a huge workforce - and that workforce needed somewhere to live. The gang I worked with created an entire fucking town: the mill, roads, houses, schools, civic centre ...
We were all housed in basic pre-fabricated bunkhouses. Each cabin had two three-berth bunk beds and six lockers. Six cabins were grouped around a large concrete-block ablution block - showers, toilets, sinks. Each group of cabins, or 'village', was laughingly called 'Tutae 1', 'Tutae 2', 'Tutae 3' ... if you don't get it, learn Maori!
There was a huge central dining hall that ran 24 hours a day. Everyone was on rotating shift work so you could never tell when one guy wanted breakfast, another dinner, or lunch ... The food was basic, nourishing and bloody well appreciated!
It was a tough environment: everyone was living in fairly basic conditions, there were frequent fights between rival gang members ... but there was also a brilliant sense of rough camaraderie.
As a 16 year old general labourer, I was pretty much on the bottom of the heap. A few older guys would look out for me but most of the younger guys would use me as the innocent brunt of their jokes in order to boost themselves up the 'brotherhood' social ladder. Yeah, I was the dope who went to the stores manager to order left-handed hammers ... that was just after I asked for checkered paint ...
When I first got to the site, I was allocated to a bunkhouse with five other guys who'd come in the same bus with me from Hamilton. They all knew each other from working on previous sites around the country - dams, bypasses ... every bugger was carving up the country back then!
The next older than me was a 19 year old Maori guy named Mat - short for Matiu, he said. He knew two of the other guys, Dan and Clive, from working on the Skelt Dam project. Between them, Dan and Clive knew Pete and Neil from ... aah, you get the picture ...
Anyway.
There was this one Thursday night. The union had swung a deal whereby we all got the next 5 days as holiday on full pay OR we worked the next 5 days on double pay. The whole camp was split down the middle - half were going to take the five days holiday in order to go home and visit friends-and-family, the rest of us signed on to work for double pay.
Either way we all had cause to celebrate - So that fuckin' Thursday night before the double-pay started, we all partied hard!
The music was pumped up in the dining hall, heaps of beer and whiskey arrived and a blind eye was turned to the amount of dope being passed around. One guy from the Raupawa Black Power tried something on with a Mongrel Mob dude but most people just laughed it away; it ended before it had started.
At one stage Mat came up to me with some other guy who I didn't recognise and yelled, "Y'wanna a joint?"
I just grinned back at him and followed him outside. He was fuckin good value. No shit ever got to him. He did the same crap jobs I would but he never complained, just did the job and remained cool.
"This is Finn," said Mat, indicating the powerfully built guy who was with him. "He works the diggers and shit where they're clearing ground on the southern terrace."
I followed Mat and Finn back to our group of cabins - 'Tutae 17'.
"C'mon," he said, "We'll go into the shower block, away from those other fullas."
"What for, man?" I said, "There's blokes smoking dope all over the fuckin' place."
"Yeah," said Mat, "but this is primo dope, bro. Don't want no one else sniffin' around to share this with us. C'mon."
Mat had already pulled out the pre-rolled joint and was lighting it as we sat on the wooden benches inside the darkened ablution block. Lights from outside created a dim light which just seemed to emphasise the pitch darkness of the shadows. The whole place stunk of piss, shit and sweat with a background of soap and cheap disinfectant. The cleaning roster wasn't terribly efficient ....
We passed the joint between the three of us in silence for a while. The dope hit my head like a bomb and I was soon getting nicely spaced. The music from the rec centre pumped away in the distance, the automatic flushers on the urinal went off from time to time but otherwise it was calm - peaceful.
Mat gave a brief snort of laughter.
"Fuck ..." he sighed.
I snorted with laughter.
"What, man?" I asked.
"Fuckin' dope," he replied, grinning. "Always gets me fuckin' horny ..."
"I know what you mean," laughed Finn, groping his crotch jokingly. I laughed it off.
Mat turned his head to me and said in a serious tone, "You suck dick?"
He asked it so matter-of-factly that he may as well have been asking, Do you like beer?
"Eer, no ...." I stammered.
"Ah, c'mon, man," said Mat. "Me and my cousins back in Makakawa, we used to suck each other all the time ... C'mon, man, suck my dick for me, yeah?"
He started unzipping his pants and fishing out his dick ... I didn't know what the fuck to do! This was totally unknown territory - I'd never even thought about this sort of shit before!
"Jesus, Mat, what the fuck ..." I managed to blurt out.
"Don't get pissy about it, man" said Finn, groping his own crotch again. "Dude just wants a BJ ... no biggie."
By now Mat had wrestled his dick out of his pants. For some stupid reason I was mesmerised by the fucking thing. I'd seen guys dicks before but never really taken much notice. This thing was fucking amazing - hard, throbbing, leaking juice - a damn sight bigger than my 6 inches, longer, thicker ... Mat was slowly pumping it, slicking it up with the juices collecting in the generous folds of skin below his dickhead.
" C'mon man," he pleaded. "Look at it - all fuckin' hard and leakin' fuckin' cock-snot ... It really needs a hot fuckin' mouth, a slick throat .... Yeah, c'mon and suck my dick for me ... you know you fuckin' want to try it ... y'know you'll like it ..."
My brain was fogged with the dope and his voice was becoming so hypnotic ... but some part of my brain kicked back.
"Fuck, Mat," I hissed. "No!"
At that he sprang like a sleek black panther, grabbed me by the front of my shirt, slammed me against the wall.
"Suck my fuckin' dick, faggot," he spat, "or I'll tell every man in this camp that you did ... Then they'll never leave you alone. You'll be forced to suck the dick of any man that needs it! You, want that, huh, faggot? Or are you gonna be nice and suck my dick like I asked..."
The harsh glint in his eyes told me he was serious.
"If I suck your dick," I asked, tentatively, "you won't tell anyone, right?"
He released me and relaxed, the same friendly Mat I'd known for the last month - but he remained standing tall in front of me, hands on his hips, while I still sat on the bench.
"Course I won't tell, baby," he said. "Just you, me and Finn ... You do a good job and I might even suck you off ..."
His dick bobbed gently just inches from my mouth.
"Go on," he said, "start by lickin' it ..."
A lot flashes through your mind at moments like these.
This guy was virtually blackmailing me into doing something that I'd never even thought about. Yet, somehow, I was intrigued. Part of me really wanted to know what it would be like to "suck cock"! I'd had a couple of girls at highschool who'd sucked me off and that felt pretty good but I'd never even considered what it was like for them ....
And here I was with a truly magnificent fuckin' cock in front of me ...
I sorta wanted to do what he asked of me - but I knew it was "wrong".
The moral dilemma was over-ruled by his control: his threat to tell everybody that I had sucked his dick anyway .... Yet, somehow, I felt that I'd been granted permission ...
I leaned forward, feigning distaste, quickly jabbed at his dick with my tongue and pulled away, spitting distastefully.
I heard Finn laugh derisively just before Mat grabbed me by the back of the head and yanked my face to his.
"I asked you to lick my dick, faggot," he spat into my face. "If that's the best you can do we'll be here for fuckin' ever! May as well just tie you down and fuck your arse!"
He threw me back against the wall and instantly resumed his friendly persona, hands on hips, his rock-hard dick pulsating in front of him.
"Just do it, man," said Finn. "Mat's dick ain't that bad. A lot o'them other fullas got really nasty dicks..."
"Yeah," Mat agreed, "You suck my dick and you won't have to do those other ones..."
My dope-buzzed brain accepted the argument.
I leaned forward, stuck out my tongue and licked the length of one side of his dick. I could smell his musk, taste the salt of his skin ... If I was being forced to this, then I could think of worse tasks ...
"Ooh, yeah, man," he crooned, "That's better, c'mon, more, lick the other side."
Still using my tongue to massage his shaft, I also clamped my lips around the side of his dick and started to suck tentatively ... Mat moaned appreciatively. As my lips got near the head of his dick, Mat swivelled his hips 'round and shoved the head fully into my mouth.
"Just keep, suckin', man," he said, half laughing. "You're doin' real fuckin' good!"
Without warning, Finn grabbed me by the ears, tore me off Mat's dick and shoved the whole length of his own fat dick down my throat. I tried to yell but with that damned thing down my throat I could hardly make a sound. Instead I started gagging violently and trying to push myself free.
Finn ripped his cock from my throat and gave me a backhander across the side of my head that sent me flying, my ears ringing. As I lay on the filthy floor, alternately gasping for air and trying to puke, Finn straddled my chest, clamped a hand around my throat and glared at me.
"Don't try to fight me, mother fucker!" hissed Finn. "You're gonna suck both our cocks and you're gonna fuckin' love it. You start gagging like that, just means you're hackin' up more throat snot to make our fuckin' dicks happier."
He relaxed the grip on my throat and his malice melted into a grin.
"Aaw, fuck, man, I'm not gonna hurt ya. You gag again and I'll pull my dick out a ways so's you can breathe. Don't wanna choke a good cocksucker, eh, Mat?"
"Not if he's good at his work, bro," chuckled Mat.
Finn slipped his hands round the back of my neck and head and slowly pulled me back towards his dripping dick. Resigned to my position, I opened my mouth and accepted the invader.
"Fuck, yeah," murmured Finn, "clamp your lips 'round the head, man ... No fuckin' teeth though or I'll bust your fuckin nose open ... Now, work your tongue around that head ... yeah ... dig into my piss slit, man ... work that fuckin' cock head ... You doin' real good, fucker ..."
I started working my tongue all over his dick head, wiping the top with broad slashes, tickling underneath with the tip and digging into into his slit, just the way he seemed to like. I sucked his dick just the way Melissa Hartree had sucked me last year ... or at least the way I'd wanted her to suck me. Although it had felt pretty good - sorta warm and wet - it hadn't been the mind-blowing experience I'd expected. In fact, that skanky bitch didn't know nothing about the way a man wants his dick treated. I was determined to show Finn that I could suck dick; suck dick better than Melissa Hartree ...
I started working more of that dick into my mouth, rubbing the head against my palate and working the shaft with my tongue. Above me I heard Finn hiss with pleasure.
"Sssss - fuck yeah, man! Now you're doin' it ... yeah! Fuckin' workin' my dick ... makin' me fuckin' happy. Gonna get you so fuckin' good at this that I'll be slammin' into your fuckin' throat like it was cunt, man!"
My brain had given up fighting. This wasn't so bad. Something about the musky stink from Finn's crotch, the way that he seemed pleased with me, the effect of the dope, and the sheer fuckin' wildness of the act actually had me thinkin' I was even enjoying it. My dick certainly was, straining away in my jeans, throbbing with delight.
Suddenly, Finn pushed me away and laughed, leaving me gasping, drolling down my fuckin' chin.
"Just about brought me to the fuckin' edge, man," he said. "Don't wanna cum yet, though..."
"Hey!" laughed Mat. "My fuckin' turn! He was meant to be suckin' my fuckin' dick from the start!"
Mat started probing the back of my mouth with his longer, more slender dick, pressing against the entry to my throat - not with the violent force that Finn had shown before but somehow more playfully - like he was toying with me. I responded by drooling, making his cock wet and slick, floods of saliva oozing out of my mouth and dripping down my chin ... I heard it splatter on the cold concrete floor.
Behind me, Finn got me to me feet, bent at the waist and still sucking on Mat's cock.
"Let's get you a little more comfortable," he said, tugging at my jeans. "I bet that dick of yours is ready to bust free."
He was fucking right about that! It sprang free as he dragged my jeans and underwear down over my thighs and then freed them from my feet. Naked from the waist down, I started to go back down on knees in front of Mat but Finn held me where I was.
"I told you I wasn't ready to cum in your mouth," said Finn.
I felt his thumb drag along my arse crack and press against my hole. I panicked and tore myself off Mat's cock.
"No fucking way!" I yelled.
I tried to stand upright to avoid being invaded this way but Mat pushed down on my shoulders and trapped my neck between his thighs. Finn still had a firm grip around my waist and was worming his thumb into my hole. I clamped tight and yelled.
"Fuckin' bastard! Don't you fuckin' dare!"
"Clive!" called out Finn. "Shut this kid up will ya? Neil! We'll need that bench over here..."
Suddenly the dark shadows came alive and there was a flurry of activity. I still don't know how many men there were that night.
"'Bout fuckin' time this party got started," said someone.
Before I knew it somebody had forced a wad of cloth into my mouth, sealed it with electrical tape and was I held down, spread-eagled over a wooden bench. Somebody was behind me slathering arsehole with something cold and wet, fingers probing, exploring. I was struggling like mad to get away, yelling, screaming, cursing through my gag and desperately trying to clamp my hole shut against the worming invaders. The men who were now crowded into the ablution block were jeering, hooting ...
"Feisty little fucker ..."
"... need a crack at that ..."
"... sweet little pussy ..."
Mat came up in front of and bent down, his face close to me. He looked serious, concerned.
"Don't fight it, bro," he told me. "Only makes it worse. It's gonna happen so make the most of it ... It's gonna happen, man. You're gonna get fucked up the arse..."
I screamed in the back of my throat and thrashed around harder than ever - but strong arms held me firmly in place. The worming fingers at my arsehole were replaced by something hard and blunt.
"Relax, man" said Mat, his voice calm and gentle, reassuring. "You started to get into sucking our dicks, you'll get into this. I did ... It's just your turn, that's all. Relax man, and it'll be sweet. Push your hole out like you're takin' a shit ... breathe real deep ... don't fight it ..."
As Mat kept talking to me the room became silent. There was an air of expectation in the air. The hard cock at my hole was still there but wasn't pressing forward, it was just there ... waiting.
With my eyes locked onto Mat's I did as he instructed. I relaxed. I breathed deeply. And I bore down like I was taking a shit....
As my hole opened, I felt that cock sliding slowly, smoothly inside of me.
And it fuckin' hurt like crazy! I swore to God that someone was shoving a red hot fuckin' butcher knife up inside me! Shit!! I yelled again and instinctively tried to clamp shut but that thing had opened me up and was determined to go in only one direction.
"Easy, Dan," said someone. "Let him get used to you..."
I opened my eyes and Mat was still there. I felt tears trickling down my face.
"That's the worst bit," said Mat. "Keep relaxing and I guarantee it'll just get better ... Aaaaw, fuck yeah! Harder, man!"
I looked up and saw Finn standing behind Mat, thrusting, plunging in and out of Mat's arsehole. Mat was groaning in pleasure and thrusting back to meet Finn's advances.At the same time I felt the cock in my own arse slowly withdraw an inch or two and then slide back in. I followed Mat's advice once more and tried to relax - if he could do it, so could I. It still hurt like shit but something was starting to change. As that dick started to increase its momentum I gasped in amazement. The pain that had been screaming through me a minute before was being replaced by something else ... Pleasure? Oh, fuck yeah! Mind blowing pleasure!
I groaned.
Someone ripped the tape from my mouth and I spat out the soggy wad of cloth.
"Aaaaw! Fuck!" I yelled. "Shit! that's so fuckin' good! Screw my fuckin' arse! Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The hands that had been holding me down eventually faded away. Someone produced a joint for me and I greedily sucked on it. The dick that had first split me open was replaced by another one and someone else shoved his cock down my throat.
I woke up the next morning in a bunkhouse with no bunks - just a double bed. Mat was in the bed beside me.
"How y'feeling?" he asked.
"Dunno," I replied. "Kinda sore, I guess. My arse feels like a fuckin' crater ..."
"Looks like one too," he grinned. "Me and some other fullas got you this room to yourself. We've moved all your stuff over and that locker over there's got a endless supply of primo fuckin' dope."
"That's cool, Mat," I said, "but ... why?"
"You liked our little party last night didn't ya?" he asked.
"Well ..." I replied hesitantly, "yeah ... after a while ..."
He grinned. "We'll give your hole a coupla days to snap back into position but after that, you got a new job. Lotta horny men on this site need some fuckin' release ..."
Later that day, with Mat's cum dripping down the back of my legs we made our way to the dining hall, I noticed a light outside my newly assigned cabin. A red light.
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