Fiction by David W. Richards

In Touch For Men (1987?)

Brad had watched the construction crew building a new house across the street all summer. By August, his in­fatuation with a dark, Italian-looking construc­tion worker had grown into an obsession. Every possible moment was spent watching the man; his mind creating every imaginable situation, but never daring to put his thoughts into action.

By Labor Day, the house was nearly done. Only two men remained on the site to complete the job: the dark haired, muscular one and an older guy. On this final day, Brad had taken a seat under a tree near the new house from where he could watch everything in the building. The two men were doing more drink­ing than working, and by noon the older man was gone.

The dark haired man stepped outside and walked toward the line of trees where Brad sat. Unaware of Brad s presence, the man unzipped his pants and pulled his meaty cock free, spraying a golden stream against the tree. From where Brad sat he saw almost eight inches of fat, juicy meat, crowned by a velvet head the size of a baby’s fist.

He suddenly craved to feel that fat cock in his mouth, to suck the man s juices from his bull nuts. His mind whirled feverishly, conjur­ing all sorts of situations. Suddenly he had it all pictured, choreographed …

“Hey, mister … ?” he called.

The man looked over his shoulder, his green eyes burning holes through Brad’s tight cut offs. “What can I do for you. son?’ he asked. “Need something?”

“Yeah, I need a job.”

“Lots of people do,” the man grinned. “How can I help you?”

“My friend Steve told me to talk to you about a special job. Said only you would know what it was.”

The man stared at Brad, evaluating him. Even at eighteen. Brad had a man s physique: broad shoulders, hard pecs, mus­cular arms and legs. And the full basket be­tween his thighs bulged invitingly.

“Well, if Steve told you to talk to me about a job. I might have something for you,” the worker grinned. “Come on inside and let’s see if we can come up with something. By the way, name’s Tony,” he said, extending his hand.

Brad followed Tony into the house, to a room with covered windows.

“All right, let’s get this straight,” Tony said. “You need a job and Steve sent you here?”

“Yes, sir, that’s right,” Brad replied.

“Let s see now, which one is Steve?”

“Steve’s the star fullback on our high school team, sir. He’s about 6’2” and weighs 200 pounds of solid muscle.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember him. He did a real good job for me … real good. So, what kind of work are you looking for? I might be able to use you for a couple of things.”

“Well, what about the same job that Steve did for you? It sounded like something I could do.”

“Remind me what it was Steve did. I’m not sure I remember,” Tony said with a grin.

Brad blushed and said. “Uh… I think it was called blow jobbing … or something like that.”

“Yeah, now I remember, that’s right. Steve was a blow job trainee, a blow jobber. Right, and that kid had a lot of talent.” Tony said, smiling

“So do you think you could give me a try out?” asked Brad, rubbing his bulging crotch.

“That depends.” replied Tony. “How much experience have you got?”

“Experience? Well, none, really. I just learned about this job yesterday.”

“Good!” Tony chuckled. “I like to train my own blow jobbers my way. Of course, this is a very exclusive organization. Not just any man gets to join, understand?”

Brad nodded again, shaking his curly hair vigorously.

“I think you’ve got all the physical qualifica­tions for the job,” Tony said quietly, his big hands stroking the smooth, tanned skin of Brad’s arms and chest. Brad’s body shook beneath his touch, “But like I say — not every man can be a blow jobber. Many men fail the on the job training. If you fail, I suggest you don’t tell a soul. Save yourself the humiliation.” he said, staring hard into Brad’s cool blue eyes.

“I won’t fail,” Brad said determinedly.

“Good. Then let’s get started. Take off your clothes,” Tony ordered.

“What?” Brad asked wide eyed.

“I said this is a very exclusive organization. The local chapter requires that all training, and the job itself, be done bare ass. Of course, if you’d rather not …”

“No! It’s all right,” Brad stopped him. “I was just a little surprised.”

Tony knelt on the floor to remove Brad’s tennis shoes. Then his hands were on the boys pants, unsnapping and unzipping the cut offs. Tony inhaled the thick, musky sweatiness of the boy’s crotch as the pants slid down. Brad had on only his bikini briefs. Tony made certain they soon disappeared.

He pulled the small briefs down over the boy’s muscular ass and powerful legs. Tony sat back and whistled appreciatively. “Jeezus, that’s one of the most beautiful cocks I’ve ever seen,” he breathed, staring at the youthful four inch dick hanging softly be­tween Brad’s hairy thighs. “I knew you were perfect for this job!”

As he talked, Tony’s hands roamed over Brad’s body, down his chest, across his sensi­tive belly, through the tangled blonde hairs. Finally they converged on his cock and balls, hefting the meaty organ toward his face, one hand cupping the boy’s bloated balls.

Brad’s eyes grew wide as he saw Tony’s tongue snake out, licking across the velvet head. Blood surged from every part of his body to fill his hardening cock, driving it be­tween Tony’s sweet lips until it jutted straight out. Seven inches of hard rock cock pulsed in Tony’s grasp. Tony gave the fat head a satis­fied suck, then released the cock and stood up.

“Now it’s your turn, Brad. The training goes on.”

Brad stared at the man, uncomprehending.

“You have to undress me now,” Tony ex­plained. Seeing the boy’s hesitation, he placed Brad’s hands on his chest. “Start with my shirt.”

Brad’s hands shook with excitement as the buttons came loose one by one, baring the thickly matted jungle of hair covering the hard muscles. He dropped the shirt on the floor and moved quickly to Tony’s buckle. The man already had kicked his boots off. As the zipper separated, the tight Levis clung to his tight ass cheeks. Brad tugged the pants down … Tony was naked beneath them, seven inches of juicy man meat just inches from his face. It was a cock perfectly designed for Tony. Just as the man was stocky and well muscled, so was his cock.

“Now that were both naked,” Tony said, kneeling on the floor with Brad, “it’s time to continue your training. Lay down on your side, facing me,” he directed, doing the same thing but in the opposite direction. “This next stage is called sixty-nine, and it’s vitally im­portant that you get this correct. Follow every­thing I do, understand?”

Brad nodded silently, unable to take his eyes or hands from the strong man’s massive cock and balls. Tony took the boy’s prick in both hands, slowly stroking its full length, from the hairy base to the ultra-sensitive head. He watched Brad follow his direction, and together they milked each other’s cock into full erection.

Then Tony used his rough tongue to lick the hard poker he held, sticking it in Brad’s piss hole. The boy’s body shook in reaction, shiv­ering in delight at these new feelings. But he remembered to follow Tony’s lead. He tenta­tively tasted Tony’s cock, finding it surpris­ingly inoffensive. In fact, he delighted in the taste, and smell and the feel of it!

Tony abandoned the cock head for a mo­ment, sliding his tongue down the throbbing shaft, wetting the boy’s dick. And Brad fol­lowed suit, driven to actions he’d never done before. Now Tony’s mouth was hovering over Brad’s cock head, only this time he didn’t simply lick it … he engulfed it in his mouth!

“Holy shit!” Brad cried, bucking his hips into Tony’s face. “Fuck, man, suck my cock!”

Brad tried to stuff more of his prick into the man’s throat but Tony pulled off. “Hey, Tony, don’t stop!” Brad begged. “It feels so fucking good!”

Tony nodded in agreement. “And you’re supposed to be following everything I do,” he reminded Brad. This is part of your blow job­ber training, so let’s see you blow a tune on my flute!”

The boy eagerly dove down on Tony’s massive cock head, stretching his mouth wide to suck it all in. He exulted in feeling the velvet skin slide over his lips and tongue, smelling the sweatiness of Tony’s crotch where his nose was buried. Tony continued sucking deeply on Brad’s cock, massaging his balls. Within minutes, he could tell the boy was about to cum. He felt Brad’s prick distend to new proportions, felt the big balls lift in their hairy sack … then felt the force of the boy cumming as that hot dick exploded down his sucking throat. Brad bucked harshly against him, keeping Tony’s own hard meat imbed­ded down his throat. Brad promised himself he would take all of the man’s cum … no matter how much there was.

And there was plenty! Tony’s cock head exploded in a shower of jism, filling the boy’s mouth and throat. Brad sucked quickly, ea­gerly, tasting the richness of it. Too soon the man was spent, lying heavily against Brad. Brad licked tenderly across the quivering mass of meat, so recently spitting inside his throat.

They lay together for a few minutes, then Tony stirred and began to get up.

“That was real good, kid. You’ve got a real talent for sucking cock. But I can’t decide if you’re qualified for the job after just one try out. And this time you have to get me off alone.”

Tony got to his feet, standing in front of Brad, his thick dick swaying slowly back and forth, soft but still heavy with blood from the good cocksucking it had just had.

The man pointed at his dick and said, “Let’s see you go to work on that and get it ready for another good blow job.”

Brad felt his own cock begin to stir again — at eighteen it only took him a minute or two to be ready for more action — but he wondered if he would be able to get the older man hard again. He’d have to go by instinct since he’d never sucked cock before the last few minutes. But he knew he wanted to please Tony, so he got to his knees and grasped the man’s large, round balls in one hand while he took hold of the meaty sex organ in the other.

Brad looked at the heavy balls in his hand and felt a strong wish to lick and suck them, which he did. Tony groaned with pleasure. “That’s right kid, suck my balls!” he moaned as he twisted his hips back and forth in ecstasy.

Brad sucked Tony’s cock into his mouth and used his freed hand to grasp the muscu­lar construction worker’s round, firm ass cheeks with it. He’d never felt anything so ex­citing before he thought, as he continued to caress Tony’s ass.

With all this attention, it was not too long before Tony’s dick began to stiffen as hot blood surged into it.

As Brad looked up at Tony, he realized that Tony’s nipples had stiffened up also and were standing out like pencil erasers. The boy in­stinctively reached up and began to twist one and then the other of the two pleasure but­tons. Tony loved it!

And so did Brad! He was off in another world, one of pure pleasure and excitement. As he sucked Tony’s prick, his own was up and waving. He felt thrills of pleasure surge up and down his body and he knew that he would soon be shooting another load, even though he hadn’t touched himself.

Just as he felt he could hold off no longer, the husky man he was working on began to groan and thrust his dick deep into Brad’s throat. The kid strained to take it all the way to the balls — and just as he succeeded, he and Tony shot off at the same time.

As Brad sank down on his heels, he looked up at Tony and whispered, “I love you,” nuzzl­ing his hairy friend …

“What’d you say, kid?”

The hard, demanding voice dragged Brad back into reality. He looked up into angry, staring eyes. “What the fuck did you say, per­vert?” the man demanded. What are you doing out here — watching me piss so you can beat off?”

Brad looked down, wide eyed. His hard, drooling cock throbbed openly from his unzipped pants. “No … wait, umm … I can expla —”

“Explain hell,” the man growled, grabbing Brad by the hair and forcing his head against the rough tree. “You just like to watch people piss, don’t you? Huh? You like piss?”

The construction worker shoved Brad back further until his face was turned up.” Here you go, then, buddy. Get an eye full of this,” as he stepped forward and slapped the boy across the face with his meaty cock. “Then you can have a mouthful of this!”

Holding Brad’s head with one hand and his cock with his other, the worker grunted hard — and then a stream of warm, golden piss struck Brad full in the face, running down his heaving chest. When he was done, the man swore at the boy, zipped up his pants and staggered drunkenly toward the house. He didn’t even see the steaming puddles of white hot cum splattered on Brad’s naked belly.