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I was all set. I had my truck loaded with the cooler and the lunch and drinks I expected to consume during my mid-night lunch break. I set my jaw and headed down the driveway to the street. It was not my choice but my hours were cut and the cash was too low at the end of the month. I heard that - too much month at the end of the money! What was so sweet about this new gig was that Keith, and old High School buddy now doing pretty well as the plant manager of a beverage company had been talking with my pastor about people and things. Pastor Ron shared my confidential - not - information as I had stopped to talk with him earlier. I was coming in to fix the irrigation of the lawns and we discuss business and lack of consistent work - all that. When Keith heard my name, new I was a trustworthy character he called and told me about a shift that he was having trouble covering. The Corporate office wasn't sure they were going to continue the shift so he was looking for someone who would not be crushed if the gig ended. When I told him that I would take it, he actually laughed and told me that he expected me to turn it down.
So here I was approaching the evening shift at the the plant. I knew it was a big place and there were dozens of people working there during the day - but at night the 175 thousand square foot factory was practically all mine. I was to monitor the orange juice pump. Trucks would line up at the loading bay openings and I was supposed to monitor the connection, the total volume drained and then some internal pumps would take the juice into the first phase of the process. Water, sugar juice and hours mixed together and I could sit and zone out during the pump out, then the pump in, then the mix. I would tap an electronic or magnetic switch and it would register when, where, time in and out and so on. I was totally clueless as to what the tools were - but it was super simple and I could follow orders really well.
I could see Keith coming from across the warehouse floor - he's 6'4" and towered over most of the machine and all of the people. I was closest to his height at 6' but I was sure that he wore boots with a heel on it because he was full head taller than me. Keith was a Dutch immigrants kid who had all the talent in sports, he was the leader of the classes and married into the factory owners family, to boot. Now years later he was walking across the main room looking practically the same - except with a tan! His big wide grin was full of teeth and he looked liked he was talking but I couldn't hear but a bit of each word. I pulled the headphone ear covers up to hear him and he nodded toward the break room, turned and walked through the open door. As I followed him through the door I noticed his head just cleared the opening.
I closed the door and the buzz of the pumps disappeared behind the dual pane glass door. Keith had gotten a cup of coffee and returned to sit on the side of the break table and I shed my hardhat, ear protection, gloves and made my way to the coffee dispenser. Keith talked about the system and how good I was doing, the reports were right, spot on and on time - all through those great big white teeth. All I could do was stare at his mouth while he spoke. He finally broke with the shop talk and asked about the who what and where of me since high school. It was pretty short and sweet for me. I skipped over the divorce and the lack luster bullshit and jumped to the great deal I got on my new place - leaving out my walking away from a bigger and better place - and so I got to the point that he was waiting for. I described for him that the stellar career that I had was hit hard by the recession and I spent more time growing veggies and fixing up my house. It was the only time that his lips covered those big white teeth. His face turned to concern and expressed his concern. I waved it off and gave him the bucket of respect he deserved for bailing me out with this job. The teeth appeared again and he accepted my compliment with grace. Keith then put his big Dutch hand on my shoulder and told me that it was really great to have me, keep up the good work and if I ever needed him for anything, he handed me his card and told me his personal cell number was on it.
Cool,I said - thanks - let me put into my phone right now. So he read it off to me and I dialed it in. His cell began to ring and I hung up and keyed in his name. Keith headed out and stopped at the door. I was fiddling with the phone when I notice that he stopped. I turned and did the raised eyebrow question look. It appeared that he had been sizing me up and when I noticed he was nodding and smiling and said - "glad you're here, man." and out the door he dashed.
I was nodding in acknowledgment like a bobble head doll would and the door slammed. it was quiet again. I sipped my coffee, looked at my watch and appraised the few minutes left on my break. Ah screw it - I might as well get going and I donned the safety equipment and headed out to the first valve. I got to it and there was no indication of liquid moving. Hmm? WTF? I turned and headed back to the last station and notice a red light flashing on one of the switched valves. I pulled the manual up from where it was hanging and I quickly realized that the red light means that the on/off power switch had to be thrown maybe by a fuse or something. I followed the map to where the switch was suppose to be. No switch. I turned the map around and re-assessed - it was upside down. I giggled at my mapping reading skills happy that no one was there to witness it as I rounded the corner. The roar of the motors keep my approach under cover. I couldn't believe what I walked up on. The tall Dutchman was leaning up against the switch. Even though the lights were flashing his shoulder was rolling back and forth as he stood there. I wasn't sure what he was doing. It looked like he was reading something and struggling with it as he rocked and his shoulders were working like he was plunging a clogged drain. Keith wasn't wearing the appropriate safety equipment in a zone that required it so I moved in a large circle to the side of him so as not to give him a start when I got a great view of his giant Dutch cock - which he was working with both hand - hence the plunger action! Keith was stroking off a load with his eyes pressed closed tightly and his approaching orgasm. I closed my gaping mouth and unconsciously grabbed my growing erection. I stepped back a few paces to sink into the darkness behind the pipes and I settled in to enjoy the show. The alert lights flashed and then stopped and flashed and then stopped as he rocked back and forth in the stroking frenzy. The switch turning off and on with each stroke. It was both humorous as well as erotically stimulating. In the silence of my ear protection I watched his body give up what he was working so hard to achieve. Keith rolled over with his back against the valve and his arm swung out wide as though praising God and he arched his cock forward. The trophy sprayed an impressive amount of cum over and over again as he flexed his hips forward. I grabbed my cock with a tight grip as I watch and thought I'd have to work it over a bit later. I was admiring his masculine demonstration when he abruptly stood up. Keith had opened his eyes and realized that the lights were flashing. As he turned around knowing that what was causing the shut down, his cock bobbed like a fishing rod with a fish on! Cum was still dripping in long thick stands as he slugged the on/off switch and the lights when dark.
Keith stood there for a brief moment with his eyes down, averted from the switch and taking in the scene of his hard cock and his semen strands. I could see his teeth coming into view surrounded by a nasty grin. He reached down and with one swipe across the head of his cock he wiped the cum away and flung it to the side. His balls were hanging loose below his cock. His legs were spread wide enough to keep his pants from hitting the floor; they were strategically suspended on his thighs. His athletic ass was keeping the rear up while the rest was stopped ready to be drawn up again to conceal that - well trophy!
I was wondering how I was going to get out of the self-made trap I backed into when Keith sheepishly looked around the corridors - all quiet this evening - and as though someone could hear him walk, he appeared to tip toe out and down away from the direction that I would be approaching from. I saw my opportunity and jumped up to the lighted corridor and headed to the original check point. I glanced at the wall clock as I rounded the corner and saw that I was within minutes of the scheduled visit. I proceeded with out hesitation and checked the flow, the volume - bingo - all better.
The shift went on without a hitch and I was settling in for some sleep. I rounded the bed and placed all the junk in my pockets on the bedside table. When my phone hit the surface, it gave me a buzz telling me that a voice mail had arrived. I left it sitting there until I got out of the shower and settled into my bed. The sheets were warm against my skin and I was sensing the relaxation in every muscle. I reached over to the phone and clicked on the email tab. The numbers sprung up with WORK:Keith in bold letters across the screen. I pressed play and wondered what I had missed. Then I noticed that he had called me two times. I listened to the first message and heard a familiar buzz of the warehouse floor area. It was laced with a flopping sound that wasn't ordinary. I couldn't place it but it all sounded like work. The message went on and on with no speaking and then abruptly stopped. As the second message prompt cleared Keith's familiar voice came on and with a bit of unsteadiness began speaking.
"Uh, Hi, Luke, man today was quite a day, yeah? well I just wanted to mention that I know there was an alarm switch that malfunctioned today and uh, well, when you come in tomorrow, I just wanted to let you know what happened. it's the funniest fucking deal - really. Uh anyway it's all good, no worries, just want to clarify. You know cover the corporate ass. Thanks a bunch. I'll check in with you about break time. uh, thanks, great job. Nite." and the message was over.
As I ran the deal around in my head for variables, vision of Keith's cock bobbed in my memory. I noticed my cock growing but my head was further into the relaxation and I remember letting go. Into the deep of sleep.
I'd accepted my fate after waking and getting some of my chores done. It was getting close to start time and I needed to get off so I push play on my DVD and got the party started. I was dangling loose and free while the action on the screen went directly to the deep long strokes of a massive piece of meat assaulting small tight pussy. The cock fucking the pussy was filling the screen and my cock rose to attention saluting the fucking action. I spit into my palm and stroked up my cock. I matched the penetration thrust for thrust and I knew that my efforts were going to produce a strong hard shot of cum any minute. The sound was muted on my rocking fuck scene so I hear the phone on the first ring. Shit! I walked toward the phone without releasing my cock to see who was calling. It was Keith? What the fuck. I watch him stroke a load and now I'm on his speed dial? what the fuck? I pull my green button and speak: Yeah, Hi. What's up?
There's no sound for a moment and I look at the phone to see if I have any bars. Full signal I put the phone back to my ear. I hear a slight flopping sound similar to the voice mail last night but then I hear a man speak. Keith? I ask. Yeah, he answers in an out of breath sound.
"What's up?" Am I late or something? He says, no, no, I just wanted to... there was a pregnant pause and I wondered again - shit, what's this about? My cock was beginning to hurt it was so hard and I was so ready to cum.
"Hey Keith, can this wait a few minutes? Honestly, I was watching a porno and just getting ready to slam a load...can I get back with you in a bit?" a nervous laugh and then another and he asks "you telling me you're jerking off? Right now?" "yeah, I got my favorite fuck film going and he's pounding her pussy the way I love to see it fucked! so can this wait a bit"
The flopping sound continued to provide back round and the choppy spoken word began. "Well? I'm doing the same" and then quiet.
"Huh? You're jerking off and calling me" I spray out with a giggle of school girl! "Tell me that again! - Say that again!"
Keith began in a huffy stammer - " well I was thinking about the time we were all in the gym locker room around the last year in school and we were both naked in there" "Yeah, I said...I don't remember exactly... " "well, I remember you were over in the corner facing the lockers and trying to hide the hard on that you got in the showers" "Heh. Yeah I used to get boners in the shower all the time - so?"
"well I was always self conscience about the size of my cock and there you were with a nice hard- never ashamed - always letting it hang out"
"hmm well, I remember, but I don't get it" The flopping got louder. His breathing was getting heavy. "well, now that we are on- well sorta - common ground - with our cocks out and jerking them, well you should know that I've jerked off to that memory for years. And yesterday it was a dream come true seeing you again and uh, oh shit, you know, I was hard the entire time that we were talking, uh and uh, god damn, I'm going come thinking about your hot young cock, so nice and long and Hot, oh shit! Oh shit oh yeah, man I want to see that fine cock, oh man I'm coming, oh shit,.." the flopping stops and phone is silent.
"HELLO" I asked? "Yeah, I'm here, How ya doing?"
"My cock is about to explode from the pressure - is that all true or you just perv'd out on me today?"
"How hard is your cock? As hard as it was when you were in high school?"
"My cock is way bigger than those days - and way way harder" I resumed stroking "why?"
"I want to hear you cum, what's on the screen?"
"oh.. it's the cutest little pussy getting fucked by a really nice Latin cock. The camera is looking up her ass as her pussy gets a work out"
The flopping on the other end of the phone started up again and became audible...
"yeah I'm stroking my cock in rhythm with his fucking" I said. "he's slamming it to the base every time!"
"oh yeah - work that cock! Damn I wish I was there to stroke with you...uh, you ever jerk off with another guy?" Keith asked.
"well, what do ya mean?" I asked
"You know, like when I was back at the Dallas office for a week of training, I went to a XXX Book store with a theater. The guys were in booths and out in the theater with their cocks out! it was awesome. this on guy was really into stroking another guy. He came over and sat next to me when I was jerking off to a movie and he pulled his cock out and matched me stroke for stroke. He then reached over and took hold of my dick and gripped it and started to jack me off. At first it was rough but he spit in his hand and slicked up my cock and from there to the point where I came it got better and better." Keith drifted off into what sounded like a dream state - words getting softer and softer.
"Wow - no, I've never done that. I usually get my triple x rated flicks and bring them home fore viewing. Plus, I usually don't go out looking for sex. It finds me." I began to tell him how the ladies really like my big dick but he interrupted me..
"you mean like this phone call?" Keith asked.
"well, yeah I guess it would qualify, uh you know, I don't really have time for this right now. I've got to get ready for work and I'm sorta thrown off schedule. We can catch up during my break if that works for you? You mentioned in the voice mail that you wanted to discuss the alarm with me - let's talk then, Ok?
"Oh Yeah, of course sure, that'll be fine" his voice turning more official and then "See you then" and he hung up.
My fucking characters had swung into doggie style and the ass assault had begun. I got the image of my two highly sexed up actors and my apparently sexed up boss jerking off to his image of my cock and spit into my hand and lubed up my cock head. My orgasm now my only focus. My nuts were more than ready to comply. I stroked my way to the multiple ejaculations and smeared cum around my cock and cock head. I could hear my heart in my ears. I loved that sound. I got busy and prepared to head out for work. Great start to the shift.