There are always a few, every summer. The jocks needed summer jobs, after all. The rich ones had enough family connections to find something better than building and painting houses, but the poor ones, well, they usually answered my Craigslist ads. I give them a month, get to know them, see what they’re like. If they show some promise, some willingness to engage in hard work…I help them out a bit. But if they’re an asshole..well, what would you usually do with an asshole? I mean, I don’t know you that well, but hey, when I see an asshole, I fuck it, you know?
Leon was an asshole. I knew he was an asshole, in fact, when he showed up to the interview, wearing a tanktop, showing off that body of his that he worked so hard on. He smelled like he hadn’t had a shower recently, and I admit it, it got me a bit hard, smelling him, but that’s the kind of smell I like, you know? He was cocky. He gave all the right answers, but with a smirk that told me he’d be slacking off all day if I didn’t have someone keeping an eye on him day in and out. High school senior, heading off to college on a big football scholarship, he just wanted some extra cash but had no interest in working for it. Still, it was gonna be one of those summers, you know? I could just feel it. A boring, slow summer, so I figured why not? Might as well keep myself occupied, right?
I only needed two weeks to get fed up with the boy’s attitude. My instincts had been right, and so Monday I showed up with my special cigars tucked in my pocket. Now the rest of my crew, they’re pretty well inoculated. I’ve fucked around with all of them a bit–hell, a few of them were assholes in their time too, but my smoke just sends ‘em into a bit of daze at this point. They all like it, of course–makes them feel good and horny; they all tend to spend their lunch breaks fucking and sucking instead of eating, but a new guy like Leon? I smoked for ten minutes about twenty feet away that morning, and he was gone. I helped him into my trailer for a few hours, and we had a productive discussion, and that afternoon, I switched back to my normal smokes, and he was none the wiser, for the moment.
One thing about this summer was that we were having strange, heavy thunderstorms almost every afternoon, heavy enough that we’d have to stop working and take shelter in the shell of the house for twenty minutes or so, waiting for the rain to lighten up. Usually some guys would sneak around into the empty rooms and fuck for a bit–Leon hadn’t noticed of course, he was too fucking thick. Probably couldn’t even imagine that a bunch of rough looking construction workers like us might be, in his mind, complete faggots. Sure enough, that afternoon the rain came down and we took shelter–well, we all did, but Leon couldn’t get inside for some reason. The confusion on his face was lovely to witness, and the harder the rain came down, well, I saw his eyes glaze over, he gave a few snorts, and then he found a growing puddle of mud and started rolling in it, grinding his crotch into the muck, oinking and snorting, and the rest of us, fuck we were busting a gut at him! He sure seemed to be enjoying himself too–well, of course he was, he couldn’t help it.
The rain started to let up after fifteen minutes, and I knew, inside himself, he was hoping he’d be able to stop when the rain did, but instead, he found himself compelled to keep rolling in the mud, shoving it into his pants, getting his cock coated in it, grinding it into his face and hair. The rest of the guys went back to work, and we left him there in the muck for the rest of the day, helpless, listening to his grunt, oink and squeal in pleasure every time he came, and when quitting time came, the rest of the crew packed up and went off home, while I crouched down in front of him. I told him he had two choices–he could either spend all night in this muddy puddle, acting like a pig, hoping no one found him squealing and moaning like that, or he could let me fuck his ass, shoot in his hole, and he’d be able to go home.
He didn’t want to beg, he stayed silent, just grunting and grinding in the muck. I shrugged my shoulders and started to leave and got in my car, but once he realized I truly intended to abandon him, he had a change of heart–and so I gave him a good long fuck in the mud, and when it was finished, he finally crawled his way free, panting, exhausted and covered with grime, eyes filled with hate, but I just gave him a wink, and told him to be sure to be on time tomorrow. After all, I’d already forbidden him from quitting, and he wouldn’t be able to mention a word of this to anyone else. I wasn’t about to let this monster go so soon–I can’t let a man like that go without pushing him to the breaking point.
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