Thick As A Brick

Thick as a Brick

My dad made me take the day off school to wait for the painters who were going to do our apartment. He couldn’t do it himself because he had a big client for personal training at his gym. I didn’t want to stay home because I’m not much good round people I’m supposed to boss around, and dad told me I’d have to crack the whip because these guys were being paid by the hour and so they’d try to stretch it out as long as they could.

They didn’t turn up till ten when they were supposed to start at eight. I was about to start on them when the boss turned round and said: “Don’t fuckin’ start. I’ve just had your old man on the cell phone bawling me out for being late. I don’t have to put up with shit like that. And I won’t put up with it from a snotty nosed brat like you. Understand?”

I told him I didn’t care as long as he got the job done. There were three others apart from the boss, who was a good-looking Italian in his forties, around the same age as my dad. Two of the others, both Arabs, were around the same age and built like brick shithouses; their muscles bulged through their overalls. The youngest was an apprentice in his early 20s with long surf-bleached hair: he was an Aussie and wore shorts and no top. He was well muscled though not as much as the others.
I watched them set up and pal around, attempting to grab one another’s crotch and generally telling each other to “suck this” while they grabbed a handful of crotch or else “eat my ass.” For the first hour or so they were okay, they did the job but they had the radio station up way too high and I couldn’t concentrate on my schoolwork. I went downstairs and asked them if they could turn it down because I was trying to concentrate.

“Concentrate on what?” the boss smirked. “Internet porn?” He winked at his workers. “I bet you’re up their jerking your cock to all that pussy.”

I went red and stuttered, “I certainly am not.”

“Well, then, by the looks of you then you must be jerking off looking at other guys’ cock.”

I went even redder. “Fuck off,” I said and stormed back to my room and slammed the door. I was about to pick the phone up and call my dad but when I thought about it then it all seemed so stupid. I calmed down and went back to work. About an hour later my dad called anyway to check up on progress. I told him I’d been so busy but I’d duck downstairs and see how it was going and I’d ring him back if there was any trouble.

“Don’t take any shit from them, son. They’re just workers. We’re paying them good money. They work for us. So stand up to them if you have to.”

I went downstairs determined they wouldn’t embarrass me this time but as I got to the bottom of the stairs Kareem, one of the Arab men, whistled like he would at a girl and grabbed a handful of cock through his overalls. “Look, he’s blushing like a virgin,” he yelled.

“Bet he’s anything but a virgin,” the boss snickered. “You see the way he’s been looking at our crotch.”

“I have not!” I yelled. “Anyway, my dad just rang and he wants to see results when he gets back otherwise … “

“Otherwise what?” the boss said ominously.

“Just otherwise,” I mumbled.

“Coffee break,” yelled Ali and the guys all downed tools.

“Hey,” I moaned. “You’ve only just started.”

“Yea,” said Ali, “but unless we get taken care of every few hours then we get sort of stressed and our work suffers.”

“You wouldn’t want that, would you?” smirked the boss. “What will daddy say if he gets home and finds the works not well under way?”

“He won’t be happy,” I mumbled.

“And what does he do when he’s not happy?” the boss asked.

“He …” and I stopped just in time.

They all burst out laughing.

“Hey, Jack,” Ali called to the Aussie kid, “Come and get it,” and he unclipped his overalls and flopped out a huge semi-hard cock which he started to milk. Jack ambled over and sank to his knees and engulfed the cock in one mouthful. Ali held the back of his head and face fucked him until gag and drool started to ooze from Jack’s chin.

“Stop it!” I yelled. “You’re choking him. That’s evil.”

“Evil” Kareem said.

“Yea, my dad told me what faggots get up to in his gym when he’s not around to stop it.”

“Such as,” smiled the boss.

“Faggot stuff,” I yelled. These guys were so thick.

“Oh, you mean like Jack there is doing?”

“Yea,” I said.

“You never jerked off with your buddies,” Ali asked.

“Yea,” I admitted.

“Well, that’s faggot stuff,” the boss said.

“But I don’t put it in my mouth.”

Just then Jack stood up and slipped off his shorts. His butt cheeks were like blond marble and his cock which was already leaking precum was large and long with a tuft of blond pubes.