Growing up I had an awesome childhood. My dad, Clint Buckner, was an established businessman who ran a construction company that was envied on the West Coast. He not only was responsible for building beautiful high rises, but also the demolition and preparation of the sites, which meant he had a lot of machines at his disposal.
This translated to me, as his sole heir, to an enviable pallet of construction toys. I had everything from graders and cranes to bull dozers and cement mixers. By the time I was ten I had as broad of working knowledge of the equipment as his team he paid to keep him in his level of comfort. By ten I also discovered I liked boys a lot more than girls, but that was something I learned to keep to myself.
After graduation, I was brought into the business, ostensibly to take over eventually. I got a cursory exposure to the equipment but found my niche in a more managerial role of operating the supply station and maintaining a running inventory on tools and supplies. I was liked by the guys, not because I was the boss's son, but because I'm just a likable fellow who ran a tight ship with the necessary supplies.
I came out to some friends and eventually my parents but it was understood that I kept my personal side private at work to prevent the rednecks from uprising.
Well I maintained silent on that front at work, but outside of it I ran amok. I went out to bars with my buds, danced like a gay fool and had a few one night stands. This all changed one weekend when I might this handsome brunet with a permanent five o'clock shadow and eyes that could pierce your soul. Add to that he also had a nice physique and could kiss like a hoover with lips and you have my soulmate, Danny.
It only took a few weeks before we were seeing each other more often than on weekends at the bar. It started out with a movie and dinner, before he was spending nights at my apartment and making me breakfast in the morning.
When it got to the point we were getting serious, I decided it was time he met my folks. He was the first guy I actually took home to meet them and they were entranced by him. Mom thought he was perfect and dad liked him from the moment he opened the front door.
During dinner talk got around to work and Danny shared that he was currently working part time as a clerk at the grocery store. Dad paused on this a moment before suggesting he come build a career at his firm. It would be honest work and a valuable asset in knowledge for him. Besides, he added, he could keep an eye in him that way. We all laughed at that but it was decided before dinner finished that Danny would start on Monday.
Dad told him that he'd have to learn the rudiments about operating all the machinery. He added that all the employees did this in case we had a sudden call out for a critical device. Always somebody there who could run it. Of course he'd be working the equipment best suited for him, which dad added was probably as assistant supply house operator. I gave him a smiling look and silently pumped my fist.
On Monday, Danny filled out his paperwork and sat through the safety videos before lunch. As we shared lunch he said that he was supposed to spend the afternoon with someone named Vinny as he taught him how to work a grader. I remembered back to playing with those cars as a kid and the number of mounds of dirt I destroyed.
I told him that he was gonna love it. Just don't turn flamboyant out there as the guys will eat you alive if they think you're gay. They equate gay with weak and that couldn't be further from the truth.
Now Danny and I had talked about many things but one thing that has eluded us was daddy issues. It turns out the handsome fellow of mine has a serious thing for dominant older men, especially if they keep themselves in decent shape. And Vinny was straight out of the gay fantasy books about straight daddies who could spot a fag needing to be controlled.
By the time five rolled around I was closing up shop when Danny stopped by the supply hut looking like he'd been through the ringer. He looked worn out but suspiciously his clothes looked as fresh as they did at lunch.
As I locked up the cages where I stored the expensive equipment, I asked how his first day training went. He smiled and said he was getting the hang of it. Vinny had me practicing moving the big blade as I shifted mounds of earth from one side of the court to the other and back again.
I asked if Vinny had managed to get some AC unit in the cab I didn't know about and he told me he sure hadn't. That's why I worked with my shirt off. Was actually kind of hot flexing in just a hard hat. I laughed before saying that I hoped he was kidding as that would be a tip off of your sexuality.
He just looked at me and said that Vinny called him about that in the first ten minutes. He just smiled at my discomfort and said not to worry as he didn't care. Said he could cater the training for me to make things easier to learn.
I just scoffed as this was about the most asinine thing I'd ever heard. I told him there was no way that training could be modified to make it easier for gays to learn.
That's when my boyfriend just laughed and said that he trained on how to shift the blade by gripping Daddy Vinny's pole and using it like a joystick while Daddy drove the machine.
This worked like a charm as I was able to move those piles of dirt back and forth. Only had to stop when the joystick got overheated and needed to be cleaned out. Fortunately I knew just how to fix that. Only thing was I forgot about where to put the excess fluid built up, so I just swallowed it. Daddy was impressed at my ingenuity on dealing with the problem.
I just stared with disbelief at what Danny was telling me. He admitted to blowing a guy I worked with. And he was pleased with it. Well at least there was nothing bad being said about him being gay.
I made a point of being early the next morning to have a talk with Vinny. I strolled by the field that was being cleared for the strip mall and found the grader parked in the corner of the lot while Vinny was sitting in it, listening to a radio. I tapped on the door only to find him sitting behind the wheel completely nude, with a grin spreading across his face.
I asked what was going on and he said he was just getting ready for the second day of fag training. Then he said that I hadn't been here yet when they'd bring us a queer as a bonus for all the hard work we do. This one is great!! He fucking blew me yesterday like my cock was the best tasting candy ever had and swallowed my load just like a well paid hooker.
Today I teach him how to drive the beast. Since I'm the one with the license, I have to sit in the driver seat, so he'll have to climb into my lap to practice. I plan on burying my bone up his ass while he drives around the field.i figure I should be able to seed his hole at least three or four times by lunch time. Hehehe!
He sat there pulling in his growing prong showing me just what an impressive dick he had. Looks like Danny was going to be walking funny tonight. Vinny tossed in that he had seen it before with these queers and their daddy fetishes. Just gotta tell him he's being a good boy and I bet he'll bounce a fucking load out of my balls!!
I was astonished at this side of my coworker so I made a beeline to my dad's office. I knew he'd be there as it was mid-month and he was probably figuring out his P&L. Sure enough his Chevy was parked outside the office and I marched inside.
I surprised dad as he looked up from the spreadsheets on his desk. I told him about what I had seen and heard from Vinny. He looked at me and asked if I really heard that from Vinny?
I nodded and a broad grin spread across his face. Then he told me that he was glad as this meant that Danny was going to be easy for him to get as well. Ever since I saw him I've been thinking that his handsome face needs to be massaging my balls. Been needing a good blowjob in the worst way and it looks like I found a good candidate.
I told the guys to keep their hands off you but this handsome fucker is another story. Might have to bring him in for a follow up on his training on the grader. Hell, I might have to follow up on each station we have! And I believe that each one of these fuckers want a chance to train him in something!! I have a feeling that I might be looking at my new office assistant if things go as I foresee. Now, I believe you should be opening up the supply station. We don't make money if the guys can't access the tools of their trade! Scoot!!
As I left I saw Dad reach down and massage his crotch as he got back to his mid-month figures. By end of today two guys will have managed to fuck the ass of my man and the most I've done so far is trade blowjobs. This sucks!!
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