The Laborer
By: Tim
A couple of years ago, at the end of the spring semester, I
was scraping the bottom of the barrel. I had paid my way through
school to that point, but a couple of unexpected car repairs and a
little bit too much partying had left me pretty low on funds, and I
was going to have to work over the summer to pay for school the
following year. After looking around, I found a job working on a
crew framing houses over in a new subdivision way out past the
suburbs on the west side of town. Summer was unbearably hot in the
desert, and not the best time to be working outside, but the pay was
great and I figured I'd get a good tan in the deal, so I took the
job.
There were about eight guys on the crew, not counting the
foreman, Barry. Barry was a huge bear of a man, dark, shaggy hair,
mustache, permanent five-o'clock shadow, hairy chest, arms, legs -
maybe about 40, and likely had been doing construction his whole
life. I had never seen such an enormous man in my life. I figured
he was probably 6'8" and he had to weigh well over three hundred
pounds – all of it muscle and big bones, with a big hard beer gut.
I mean the thing was fucking huge. Barry was a bruiser who didn't
take crap off anyone. He yelled out orders and made it clear he was
the boss, whether anyone wanted to be reminded or not, and he was
not above roughing a guy up once in a while to make a point. Since
he was so much bigger than everyone else, guys just did what they
were told and stayed out of his way. In the first week I was there,
one of the other guys took me aside and told me that I was replacing
somebody who had accidentally backed his truck up over a set of
blueprints, ruining them. The crew stood back in awe as Barry
kicked the guy's ass all over the jobsite. Nobody saw the
guy after that and nobody, but nobody ever crossed Barry.
The laborers all got along with each other, but there was
one pairing that didn't work too well, and that was Barry
and Josh. While most of the guys were older than me, in their 30s
and 40s, Josh was pretty close to me in age. I'm 5'10", 175,
pretty well put together and can hold my own, but Josh – well, the
guy was a stud. This construction worker had a body that
would put a lot of bodybuilders to shame. When he wasn't working
his laborer job, he spent all his time lifting weights,
running, boxing and cycling. He was in peak shape and the
construction job was just another reason he stayed that way. He
was about 6'1" and 235 solid, ripped pounds – I'm talking BIG guns,
and the dude even had a six-pack, which everybody could
see since it was summer and all we wore were shorts and tennis
shoes. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him anywhere. He had
blond hair that he kept shaved real close, a barbed-wire tattoo
going around his left bicep and his ankle was inked too. He
worked hard and kept to himself, but this didn't stop Barry from
messing with him.
The first day I was on the job, at noontime one of the guys
went around to everyone taking orders for a run to one
of the fast food joints. A half an hour later, everyone except Josh
was sitting around on the ground or on coolers or piles of
lumber eating hamburgers and fries and shooting the shit. Barry ate
the most, talked the loudest, and punctuated his lunch
regularly with monstrous belches.
In the middle of one of Barry's long-winded, off-color
jokes, Josh walked by on his way to his truck, carrying a water
bottle. "Hey, Sunshine!" yelled Barry. "Whyncha pull up a chair
and have a burger? Whatsamatter, you too good for us,
pretty boy?"
Josh glanced calmly back at Barry and the greasy bags of
junk food, never breaking his stride. "I don't put crap like
that in my body," he said.
"Well!" Barry pretended to be taken aback and looked around
at all of us. "Well! Sunshine doesn't put crap in his
body! Seems like Sunshine thinks he's better than all of us!" He
yelled after Josh, "Yeah? Well, I eat whatever I want, whenever
I want to, Sunshine!"
"Aw, leave the punk alone, Barry," said Hal, a guy in his
late forties who had spent too much time in the sun and
looked like a strip of beef jerky. "More food for us if that big
bitch don't eat." Everyone busted out laughing. Josh kept
walking and didn't even turn around. Barry stared at his broad,
retreating back, still wolfing down a burger with huge bites,
like he suddenly couldn't get enough food.
Despite the regular tension between Barry and Josh, the job
went by relatively well for the first few weeks of summer.
I did what I was told, pretended to laugh at Barry's stupid jokes,
went for beers with the guys just often enough to maintain
friendliness at the jobsite. I had done framing before, but once a
few of the houses were framed up Barry switched me to helping
Josh and Rich, a young guy in his late 20s, with the drywalling.
Josh and Rich worked well together and could drywall a room
in nothing flat, lifting the heavy sheetrock over their
heads like it was styrofoam. Physically Rich was somewhere between
me and Josh – which admittedly encompassed a wide
range. He looked to be around 6 foot, 190, broad shouldered and
well built from years of lifting drywall, short dark hair, nice
looking guy. I spent a lot of time mixing drywall mud, taping and
mudding seams. Neither Josh nor Rich talked much to me
or to each other except to keep the work moving along, so it was
pretty quiet a lot of the time.
Around the end of July two things happened that changed the
course of the summer, although I didn't realize it at
the time. First, Rich suddenly disappeared. Just stopped showing
up for work. In construction this happens from time to time
– a lot of guys aren't too responsible. They work when they want
to, and party the rest of the time. I didn't peg Rich for one of
those types….particularly since his truck was still parked at the
site, windows rolled down. Nobody knew what happened to
him – he just vanished. The only thing I could figure was that he
just up and quit. Barry had chewed him out good a few days
before for not covering up some sheetrock that ended up getting
ruined in an overnight thunderstorm. Maybe he'd just had
enough.
The second thing that happened was that my car was stolen
from in front of my apartment building, and with it, all
my tools – tools that I had spent several years accumulating and
couldn't afford to replace. One morning I came out and my
car was gone. After dealing with the police, I managed to get a
crosstown bus which dropped me off about a mile from the
jobsite, so I got to work about three hours late.
I tried to explain to Barry what had happened, but he wasn't
too sympathetic. "I need you here at 7 in the morning
every day, shithead. We're already behind schedule. This shit
happens again and you're history," he snapped. "Where do you
live, anyway?"
"I live out on the other side of town, by the college," I
stammered. I really didn't want to lose the job.
Barry busted up laughing. "Yeah? Well, Sunshine can give
you a ride into work! He lives out there too! So you
get to work on time from now on, or I'll personally kick your ass
off the crew myself!" Barry gave me a shove that landed me
on my butt and strode off. Shaken, I picked myself up and went in
to start helping Josh with the drywall.
I don't know why, but I was a little nervous asking him for
a ride. I guess he cut a pretty imposing figure – though
nowhere near Barry's size – and maybe I was a little scared of him,
although he'd always been nice to me. "Listen,
Josh….C-could I hitch a ride to work with you, man? My car got
stolen and…" I trailed off.
Josh glanced up at me from the mud he was mixing. He was a
man of few words. "Yeah. Sure. I'll pick you up at
6:30 sharp on my way from the gym." What a relief! Though now I'd
have to use a lot of the money I'd earned that summer
just to buy a new fucking car and replace my tools. If it's not one
thing, it's another.
"I'll give you gas money," I offered, but he cut me
off: "Don't worry about it."
The next morning, as promised, Josh pulled up in front of my
apartment building at exactly 6:30. It was already 85
degrees outside and supposed to get well over 100 that day. We
filled up the drive to work with small talk, mostly just sports,
job stuff. At the stoplight at Speedway and Rio, I was staring out
the window at the mountains behind the city when I got a
weird feeling. I looked over and Josh was kind of staring at me.
He was wearing shorts and nothing else, his big tanned pecs
jutting out, fucking slabs of muscle, his arms like these muscled
bulging snakes reached out and gripping the steering wheel, with
blond hair bleached by the sun covering his dark, thick forearms. I
had never seen a guy so built before, even at the gym at my
school. And this guy was literally checking me out, looking me up
and down. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there and
didn't say anything.
We sat there in silence, then he reached over. In the next
instant, his big warm hand was on the back of my neck,
pulling me towards him roughly. His big mouth covered mine, and
then his tongue was in my mouth and he was breathing
hard. He was pretty aggressive. He went from my mouth to my ear,
then ran his tongue down my neck to my throat. The guy
was hot! I heard him let out a small groan. It all happened so
fast, I didn't know how to respond. Then the light changed. He
pulled away from me and we drove on. I noticed Barry's truck was
right behind us as we pulled into the jobsite 10 minutes
later, and wondered how long he'd been following us.
With Barry right there, neither one of us mentioned what had
happened in Josh's truck. Josh went into the house we
were currently drywalling and turned on the little portable radio
and went right to work as though nothing had happened. But
something had! I couldn't stop thinking about it. Josh was his
usual tight-lipped self, so I decided just to wait to see what the
ride home would bring.
By quitting time, most of the crew had taken off to start
hitting the bars, leaving Josh and me to clean up. We were
pulling plastic tarps over the stack of sheetrock to protect it from
the evening rains when suddenly Josh looked exasperated.
"Damnit. I left my drywall saw in there and I need it to do some
work at my house tonight. Do me a favor and run back in and
get it and I'll finish up with this sheetrock. Then we can go."
I raced back into the house we were drywalling, winding
through all the rooms until I got to the farthest one back.
There was Josh's drywall saw, right where he left it. I bent over
to grab it, but suddenly felt a strong hand pull me back up by
the neck. Startled, I jerked away and turned around.
"You're a big fag like Sunshine, aintcha," Barry said
accusingly, looming over me. "I saw you two boys makin' out
this morning. You're both fags. Well, I got something for a
cocksucker like you." He undid the buttons of his jeans and shoved
me back, knocking me down for the second time in two days. "Suck my
cock," he ordered. I tried to scoot backwards but he
moved fast and was on me before I could get to my feet. "Suck it!
Then I got a real special surprise for you."
Like I said, I can hold my own, but this guy was just too
much for me to handle. It was like all of a sudden he was
everywhere, all over me, oppressively huge and heavy. I was so
tired from working all day, and it was so hot…. I tried to fight
him off but it was only a matter of seconds before he had my face
between his thighs and was trying to push his fat dick in my
mouth. The fucker wasn't going to let me go and I closed my eyes
and my mouth as hard as I could, trying to postpone the
inevitable….
Suddenly it felt like he flew off me, and I could feel cool
air on my wet cheeks where his thick sweaty thighs had been
squeezing my face. I opened my eyes and saw Josh standing there,
glaring down at Barry. He had pulled Barry off of me! He
looked pissed. "You motherfucker," snarled Barry, awkwardly
hoisting his huge body to his feet. He got up close to Josh,
towering over him, and jabbed him hard in the chest with one
finger. "You're dead, asshole. I'm gonna fuckin' take you out
right now, and believe me, I've been waiting for this ever since you
started here."
"Go wait in my truck," Josh said to me evenly, staring
directly into Barry's eyes. I stood staring at him. "NOW,"
Josh ordered. I backed up a few steps and then walked quickly out
of the building to his truck, climbed in, and waited.
The late Friday afternoon sun was scorchingly hot, beating
down on the top of Josh's worn-out old truck. After
only a few minutes, even with the windows down it got too hot in the
cab and I climbed back out and got Josh's water bottle
out of the cooler in the bed of his pickup. I drank the whole
thing… and waited. And waited. A few more minutes passed.
The jobsite was quiet, hot; there was no breeze. Then I heard some
noise from inside the building…. a yell or shout, then a
huge thud, like something very heavy had fallen, then more silence.
After another few minutes, I started to get kind of
nervous. I walked back towards the house and stepped in
cautiously. Everything was so quiet…. but then I heard it…. It
sounded like someone pumping up a bicycle tire, a regular,
rhythmic huffing sound. I walked slowly towards the back
room…. "Josh?"
I thought I had walked into a dream – or something – I could
barely comprehend what I was seeing, but knew my
sense of what was real would never be the same. Josh and Barry were
on the floor – that is, Josh and what was left of Barry.
Josh was lying on his side. His jaws were extended farther than I
ever could have imagined a man's jaws could get. Sticking out
of his mouth, Josh's lips wrapped snugly around his beer gut, was
Barry. Barry's arms were flopping around at his sides. Both
men were covered in sweat. Barry's face was deep red and he was
wheezing quietly, trying to get some air, fighting for his life.
I'm sure he never thought something like this would happen to him.
The bicycle pump sound was Josh, heavily and regularly
breathing through both nostrils. His eyes were squeezed shut, and
his whole body was working hard. The veins in his thick
forearms, biceps, neck and shoulders were all standing out; he had
Barry grasped firmly around the midsection and was slowly
pushing him farther into his mouth. I could see Josh's immense
upper body musculature shaking with the effort of taking Barry
down his throat whole. His chest and abdomen also appeared fuller,
and several lumps suggested that Barry's feet were already
well into his gut.
I was transfixed by what I was witnessing. Within a few
minutes, Barry's face was turning purple, and his wheezes
were turning to muted gasps as Josh crushed the air from his lungs
with his powerful throat muscles. Josh's rock hard six pack
stretched fully over the massive meal as he slowly forced Barry into
his gut. A rough outline of the job foreman was visible
through Josh's tanned, bulging stomach. Barry's eyes were red and
watering – he looked at me once pleadingly, and I looked
away. When I looked back, only his arms were sticking out. I could
see Josh gulp greedily several times and then they, too,
were gone. Josh rolled over on his back, eyes still shut, panting
and grunting, desperately trying to get air; sweat rolled off him
like rain sliding down a window, his chest heaving, his belly
enormous, his powerful legs spread wide, and his large semi-erect
cock flopping around between them. He rolled slowly from side to
side, moaning, obviously in some discomfort from ingesting
such a huge man. I had never seen such a raw display of power. I
could feel my crotch getting warm and interested despite the
horrifying truth of what had just happened to Barry.
After a while, Josh's panting seemed to slow a little, then
pause, and "Ehhhhhhrrrrruuuuuuuuuufffffff." A deafening,
lengthy belch erupted from his heaving gut and chest, followed by
another, and finally a third. Once he was finished belching,
Josh sighed deeply and lay still. His left hand moved down to his
crotch and he started rubbing himself very slowly.
I hesitated, then walked over to where he lay. He was still
breathing pretty hard. His eyes flitted open, and he saw
me and smiled a little, and reached up his hand to me. "Come here,"
he groaned in a whisper, "lay down here." I lay next to
him and he picked up my hand and put it on his grossly swollen
gut. "Feel this. You can feel him in there." I stared at Josh as
he held my hand down on his stomach. His body was an inferno,
giving off so much heat that I began to sweat. And in his
belly I could feel Barry's enormous bulk kicking, struggling,
squirming, with muffled noises that were probably pleas for help.
"It's gonna take all night to digest him," said
Josh. "Never had a man that big, and fuck, I'm going to have to
ride my bike 100 miles a day for the next three weeks to work off
all the fat on that fucker. You've seen the crap he eats. I'll be
lucky if I get 5 pounds of muscle out of the deal." He smiled
weakly at me and his brown eyes gazed right into mine. He
probably knew I was in total shock at what I had just seen.
"Did you....Rich?" I couldn't believe I was hearing myself
ask the question. I knew the answer. He sighed and
nodded. "After work one night when everybody had left, we sat
around havin' some beers." He smiled that little half-smile
again. "Crazy fucker got a buzz on and wanted to arm wrestle. I
told him it wasn't a good idea, that I was gonna win anyway
– but he insisted. See, when I get competitive, I get hungry. I
don't like to just win – I wanna take the other guy, all the way. I
beat him arm-wrestling a couple times, it was easy, but by then I
was real hungry. I always knew I'd get him, but I didn't think
it would be so soon." He looked at me as though he didn't want to
continue, but I didn't say anything and after a pause he
kept going.
"I waited until he went to take a piss and just walked right
up behind him, got him in a headlock, pulled him back
against me," Josh said, remembering the hot summer night just a few
weeks before. I could see his cock stiffen and his hand
started to move on his big rod again. "He was laughin', guess he
thought I was horsin' around with him, but once I had his
head down my throat he knew I meant business. He started to fight
back, kickin' an' all - so I just fuckin' took over on him.
The guy was solid and lean, but he didn't have a chance against me.
He was a good meal, you know? That's a big reason why I
work construction. I don't like putting crap in my body."
Josh was now stroking his cock more decisively, excited by
the memory of swallowing hunky Rich alive. "You're not
safe with me," he said, breaking out of his reverie and looking
directly at me, still jacking off. "Tonight you'll be OK – I'm so
fucking stuffed full of that bastard Barry I couldn't imagine
putting anything else in me. But I've had my eye on you ever since
you joined the crew, thinking about how good your tight body would
taste and how you'd feel in my belly."
I tried to shift away from him, but he hooked my neck with
his bicep and held me in place, still running his other
hand up and down the length of his steely cock. His voice became
low and husky. "When I tasted you in my truck this
morning I almost drove you up to the mountains to have you for
breakfast. You're the perfect size for me. I could overpower
you easy and I would enjoy doing it. Rich was bigger than you and I
had no problem with him. It's only a matter of time.
You should move on, find a different job. If you stay here, you
will end up in my stomach, and you won't be able to stop me
when I want you, I guarantee it." He leaned down on me right then
and squeezed his arm, pressing my face to his chest and
unloading his cock all over my leg and stomach and his thoroughly
stuffed belly.
After that neither one of us said anything further, but lay
there in the still heat of the desert night for hours, each
with a hand on Josh's now quiet stomach.