Cuteyqt
by bokjay

"Hi, I'm Cuteyqt." That's odd you say, well its my name, at least its my name when I'm surfing the web. You know what they all ask on the chat lines? "Hey, are you really cute?" And I ay, "Yes of course I am, my mom told me!" I don't know why but this gets a lot of them going, like they really need a cute young guy to tell their fantasies too. Many of them, who are anywhere near California, want to meet up with me. Just imagine travelling a few hundred miles just because the guy you are talking to is cute.

Another question is "Am I gay?" which I am, or at least I think so. I've not had many relationships with girls that went very well. But my time with guys has been great, so that's the direction I'm headed. At 19 years old, things can change and I'm not going to cast a map of my life in concrete. Take things as they come, one step at a time.

On the chat lines you can put personal information out for others to take a look at. I have "student" written there but they always ask again. It's true, I'm studying Civil Engineering at Central College, Fullerton. That's in Southern California for those who are not good at geography. Another thing I'm asked pretty often is "How did you become gay?" Well I don't think I "became" gay, I guess it was in me always, but not at the surface. Then I thought, why not put it all down in writing and when they ask, POW! I can send it off to them, and hopefully "make their day!"

Well I've not been "practising" being gay for a long time, you could call me a new member! Sure I've jerked off when I was younger with friends, usually when either they or me slept over at weekends and such, but it never went further than that. Just good fun. But my first big gay experience happened last year through the college.

I enjoy my chosen subject, most of it comes easy to me except for one thing. Surveying. I don't know why, but trigonometry I just can't get a handle on. As this was affecting my marks, I was afraid it would stop me doing well when I was flunking out on this section. Our college has "work orientation" programmes whereby you go on field trips for various subjects, sometimes just for one day and sometimes for up to a week, but these longer periods fall in vacation times. When our first crack at field trips came up, I thought I had better try and get this surveying thing tied up and perhaps some practical work would make things fall into place for me. So I put my name down on the list and waited to see where I would be going.

I was assigned to report at the local branch of one of California's big construction company's early one morning. I was the only one from my class, and hung around their office a while. Presently, some guy came along and introduced me to Steve and told me I would be working with him. Off we went and introduced each other. He didn't work for the construction company, but was hired in for specific jobs, the one we would be doing was to "set out" for a new housing development they were going to build.

Once outside, we got in his van and drove around to the company stores to load up all the gear. There was only one other guy with him and he looked around my age. We were going to be the surveyor, the helper and the helper's helper. A great team!

From the stores we loaded hundreds of wooden pegs, stakes, paint, half a dozen tripods and various instruments to name but a few. I felt like a fish out of water from the start, not knowing exactly what to do while these two guys moved like clockwork to get it all ready. But from the beginning they were friendly and it was obvious they were not expecting anything much from a kid fresh from college. So I hoped to quickly get the hang of things and become part of their team.

After an hour we were off, loaded up with gear and wondering what was going to happen. I knew all the theory from class, but this would be the first time actually doing it, in more ways than one! The site was off towards San Bernardino and that's where we headed. We had time to get to know each other, Steve telling me he had been working on his own for about 2 years, taking sub-contract work for various construction companies with Michael his helper. Mike was Latin, whether from Mexico or another country down there, I don't know. But he was a nice guy, not pushy and explained things that I didn't know carefully when talking of the work. I liked them both and the prospect of working with them seemed okay, no hassle.

Somewhere after Riverside we turned off and drove into what looked like beautiful countryside. After some time, Steve pulled the van over and said this was the place. There was nothing thereabouts, no farms that I saw, no other houses, but Steve said in about a year there would be a brand new community growing up around. We turned off the road and into the meadow, nice place, well it was before they would build all these new homes. Rolling hills with plenty of trees, very picturesque.

First we had coffee from some flasks, they certainly had all the gear, prepared food, coolers, a real picnic set up. Well it would have to be when they worked out in the field all the time. Then we started work, dropping off equipment and tools here and there. Steve got out sheaves of plans and walked about the place looking at this and that whilst Mike and I set up a store place. He was a hard worker and didn't stand about talking, all the time busy but he still joked around with me. We were getting along fine.

Steve set up some instruments at different points across the site, then told Mike to take the van over to one of them and they would begin doing the survey. We drove across the grassland toward one of the tripods and unloaded pegs and hammers that we would need. Mike had a headset and intercom so he could communicate with Steve, as we were quite some distance apart. The day was great, just warming up and I was pleased to be here and not in some stuffy office or back in the classroom. After talking with Steve, Mike said we would start traversing the area in about 15 minutes or so. It's going to be hot he said, and you will be swinging that hammer a lot. Get prepared by changing now, he told me. He took off his shirt and I looked at his body. Golden brown from working outside and muscular, not of the gym variety, but full and well shaped like an Adonis. I couldn't help but look at him because there was nothing to suggest such a physique with his shirt on. He saw me staring at him and I was embarrassed a bit. To cover up I said "you look like you usually swing the hammer to get a body like that." "Come on," he said, "change! Get your clothes off and get a tan before you get back to college." I pulled my shirt off like him and he said I would also go back with a few more muscles than when I arrived. He squeezed my arm to emphasise my slender build. As he unhooked the top of his jeans he told me to put some shorts on as well, but I didn't have any with me. I hadn't given it a thought when I set off that morning except to wear something against that cool time of day. Now I could see it was going to be hot, I wished I had brought some lighter stuff to work in.

"It's okay," Mike said, "I have a spare pair," and reached for his bag from the van. Then he stunned me by dropping his jeans but he didn't have anything on underneath. My eyes nearly popped out of my head and I stared transfixed at that superbly shaped body. Climbing out of his jeans, he stood there looking back at me. Not fazed by my staring, he said, "come on Cutey, get those pants off and put these on," as he grabbed the shorts from the bag, I averted my eyes and slid down my Levi's. As I pulled my legs out of them, he reached for my boxers and said, "they will have to go as well, they're bigger than the shorts!" and yanked them down. I couldn't look at him but pulled them down too. There we were naked out in the fresh air. What a weird feeling it was for me.

I thought he was handing me the shorts but instead his hand ran down my back and over my ass. I was stupefied. Mike said "I can see why they call you Cutey and it's not just your face. You have a great body."

"Me!" I said, brought back to earth, "you're joking, its you has the great body, just look and your chest and flat stomach and those calves."

"Different strokes for different folks" he said, "believe me your body is really nice, just look at how smooth your skin is, no body hair like mine." He traced his hand over me and then I really died. My cock sprang to attention although I wasn't thinking anything about sex.

If I wasn't red in the face before, I was now. Why did it do that I asked myself?

Mike quickly laughed and asked me where this came from and grabbed it. "Nice cock as well as the body, it looks like it's the best part," he said. "How big you are!" He cupped it in his hand, which just reinforced its hardness. I closed my eyes to escape the scene, but he then said, "look at mine, you're bigger than I am." I opened them again and saw him gently pulling on his cock. Not as long as mine but a lot thicker, smooth skinned and straight as a die.

He hadn't let go of mine and I could feel my juice rising for all that I wanted him to stop. He continued, "well Cutey, you are a hot one, you're as big and as hard as one of those pegs we've been lugging around." I laughed at his joke and couldn't help notice his cock was now at full mast. Everyone would appreciate his beauty that's for sure. He looked superb, a real man even though we were of the same age.

"Hey!" he said, "we have to have some fun now, we're going to be working hard soon." I didn't reply but he dropped to his knees and before I understood what he was up to, buried my cock into his mouth.

This was the first time for me. Soon my knees felt weak as if I would collapse and I had to reach for the van door to steady myself. Mike worked up and down on me while one hand stroked his own cock slowly. I didn't want to look but the scene was unreal, like having a dream. His other hand was playing with my balls, then I could feel a finger slide under me and play around my chute. I didn't like this, but there didn't seem to be anyway out at that moment.

When he took a breather, he asked me if it felt good, and I don't know why but I said "yes." Shit what was I saying! He said he thought so, he could tell when someone appreciates some good head. "And you like this," as he gave my chute a dig with his finger.

"No," I said, "don't do that." But as I spoke, I knew that I did. He stopped, but only to spit on his fingers and put them back between my legs. I gave a start and sucked in my breath as a finger inserted itself. I closed my eyes hoping for the ostrich effect, but he didn't go away.

"No," Mike said, "I think you really like this, green maybe, but you like it." He stopped sucking my cock and stood up.

Spitting on his hand again he turned me around and pushed me to bend into the van. His fingers found their way back to my chute again. It suddenly dawned on me where this was heading and I started to stand up to prevent it. But Mike held me firmly and said not to worry, just to give it a try coz he was sure I would enjoy it. I didn't have time to argue, I could feel his cock sliding to my hole and pushing against it.

He went no further but held me tightly and said for me to relax, as no way was he going to hurt me. I believed him, I liked him and trusted him because of that. He just gently rocked against me and I could feel his cock jabbing at my asshole.

Then after a few moments he gave me a big bear hug and pulled me tight against him. Suddenly I got a strange feeling from my guts but didn't put two and two together straight away. He stopped and relaxed his hold on me and said "how was it?"

"Was what?" I said.

"Cutey I'm in you," he replied.

Then I realised what the feeling was. He put one hand back to my cock and started milking it till it stood at full mast again. "Now," he said, "just relax and enjoy" as he started to move against me.

My God, this feeling welled up from inside of me, something like him sucking my cock but from the inside. A fire had been lit deep inside of me and it made me feel faint. Now it really hit me that I was getting fucked. I knew this should not be happening, but the feelings my brain was receiving from him milking my cock, his hand playing up and down my chest, his breath against the back of my neck and the brilliant glow growing inside of me, melted completely any negative emotions I had up till that point. I sank back into him floating on a cloud, let myself be held and tried to sort out the million inputs coming to my brain.

"Cutey you are fantastic," Mike said. I came back to reality and knew that he was coming to the finale. His loins were slapping into my ass and I could feel the fire from his cock as it worked in and out. His hold tightened and without thinking, I took hold of my cock and started jerking. Tighter and tighter he held and faster and faster his body crashed up against mine. A moan started deep within him and my name came from his lips time after time. With a cry and a violent crash against me, he held me hard enough to squeeze out my breath. The sensation was electric because my cock was responding in time to him. I heard myself cry out as I came and felt Mike exploding inside, his pulsating cock seemingly expanding ten fold giving me the feeling like I might split in two. My orgasm went on for an age like I had never experienced before, but then finally faded away and we fell forward into the van, not releasing our contact for some time.

Our senses were brought back by the sound of his headset and Steve shouting. "Shit," Mike said and pulled out of me and grabbed the intercom. "Yeah, sorry Steve, left it in the van whilst we were moving out the equipment. Yeah, okay, 5 minutes."

Putting the headset down he looked at me and cracked out laughing. Me too, here in the middle of nowhere and we are broken up by a radio. Mike stepped towards me and slapped my ass. "So Cutey QT, that wasn't so bad was it?"

Well no," I said, "it was actually pretty good." I was being honest.

"Thought so," Mike said, "and I told you so didn't I?"

"Yeah well, its just I wasn't prepared, it was the first time for me." I said.

"Well you are now, and it won't be the last." He winked at me and said we should get moving.

The shorts he gave me were old cut-off's, very short indeed and with many rips about them. In fact one cheek of my ass was practically bare from a big split. Mike's were just the same. We made a good-looking team together even if I say so myself.

The rest of the morning we spent traversing the area, setting up markers and checking measurements and such. We didn't stop and I was impressed with Mike and Steve the way they worked together. Being his own business, Steve was on the go all the time.

We stopped for lunch and Steve said how well we looked. He asked me if I was getting acquainted with Mike. I nearly choked on the food I was eating, but the two of them laughed out.

Steve said it was okay, he could guess what a handsome guy like me was doing to Mike. Mike threw some bread at him but laughed just the same. It looked like Steve didn't mind what Mike got up to and I guess what happened to me must have happened before. I was pleased that they both took it in such good humour and I relaxed from my embarrassment to join in with the jokes.

All too soon, lunch was finished and we were back at work. I was enjoying swinging at the hammer, knocking in pegs all over the place. Made it feel like a real job. We worked on till about 3 O'clock when Steve said the first part was finished. Now we would start setting out the roadways. "Take a break whilst I take a look over this next section," he said.

Mike poured us some coffee and we sat about the van chatting. Steve went off walking with his plans looking at how the best way to set out the next stage.

"How's your ass?" Mike suddenly asked.

"Its fine I said, why?"

"Oh just wanted to know I hadn't hurt you."

"No it's fine, I've not thought about it with the work and all." I replied. That was not exactly true. Constantly, replay flashes had kept springing to mind as we worked. In truth I had got hard again a few times thinking of what had taken place.

"Good!" Mike answered, "but I got to tell you we have to do that again. The next time will be even better because you know you enjoyed it. I knew you were nervous this morning, but the next time, you'll see will be fantastic." He was serious as he spoke but as he looked at me and my silence, a big grin broke across his face which cracked me up.

"Come on," Mike said, "Steve will be gone for quarter of an hour, lets finish what I started this morning." He didn't wait for a reply but lunged at my shorts. "Just a quick one," he said and snatched open the buttons. His hands were on me and his face followed them down on my cock. Even as he had talked about my ass, my cock had twitched and when he said he would fuck me again, it filled up. Now it was only a second before it was at full stand and Mike's head was going up and down the length of it. I could only have been a minute or two before I started to let go. Mike was doing all the right moves and before I knew where I was, my juice was pumping into his mouth. I wondered if he would be upset, but when he pulled away, he was smiling and licking his lips. "Cutey QT you DO taste good, oh so fucking good! You have got to be part of my diet from now on!"

"Well Mike you can do that anytime," I said even if I thought I was being too forward in being so bold.

"Don't worry, we are going to enjoy this job I can tell," he replied.

Steve was on his way back to us, so things did not go any further. Instead, we began laying out the markers for the roads on this section until late into the afternoon.

At the end of the day, Steve called a halt saying the light was not good enough to use the Theodolite. We packed up everything and left the tools and stuff in the store we had made earlier. Then we cleaned out the van from the rubbish left over from our cargo and rolled out a carpet that had been folded up. Obviously this was Steve's every mode of transport. After we had finished up and were standing around the van, Mike asked me for his bag and dropped his shorts. Steve too had some other jeans he looked like he was changing into. "Can't go back to the office looking like that," he said. "Got to keep up appearances, I'm a businessman!"

I did the same and looked for my shirt and stuff.

"Oh, I can see why you like him so much Mike," Steve said as he took me in and gave me a good looking over. I hadn't seen them talking to each other, well not about me but it seemed as if Steve knew what had been going on.

Mike said, "yes isn't he gorgeous," and gave my ass a slap. I looked at them and they were both grinning at me. Mike continued, "you should see his cock at full stand, he's really big."

"Really?" said Steve with an unbelieving tone.

"Yes," affirmed Mike and grabbed me.

I tried to back off but as I was against the van I couldn't. He went on talking about me like I wasn't there, "yes he is delicious as well as gorgeous." His hand was pulling me back and forth and absolutely against my will, it started to fill out.

"Shit!" said Steve, "you weren't kidding." He moved closer to me and Mike showed off my cock to him like some kind of military inspection.

Then I noticed Steve's hand rubbing his own crotch and could plainly see he had an erection. "So what have you two been up to today?" he asked.

My embarrassment had returned but not Mike, "well he's no longer a virgin and he now knows a thing or two he didn't know yesterday that's for sure."

"You blew him?" Steve asked.

"Of course," Mike answered "and how!"

"Cutey, would you allow your boss to enjoy the very same?" Steve asked.

I said nothing but raised my eyebrows in disbelief. Mike's arm was already on Steve's shoulder pushing him down on me and when he had taken me in his mouth, Mike dived under him to service his cock as well. Wow! This was incredible. Truth IS stranger than fiction.

This was going to be the third time today. I'm no record breaker and this was of some amazement to me. But Steve stopped after a while and said to Mike, "you said he's no longer a virgin?"

Mike let go of his cock and said. "Right!"

"Why don't you show me what you did then," said Steve.

"No problem," countered Mike and jumped up and grabbed me. Spinning me around I heard him spit on his fingers and then quickly he was tight up against me. He bent me over so although my feet were on the ground, my body was lying face down in the van. I felt him enter me and then he paused, but all the time running his hands over my back. I noticed Steve had come to stand at the side but I could not watch and turned to face away.

Mike started pistoning in and out and after a little hesitation on my part, quickly started to feel wonderful. He kept this up for a few minutes getting faster and faster. Someone was playing with my cock but although I guessed it was Steve, I could not see. When I thought Mike was getting to the short strokes, he stopped and pulled out. Although his hands kept me where I was and continued tracing up and down my back. Then he was in again pushing harder than ever. After a few moments I realised something was different. I had a distinct pressure in my guts like I was being forced apart, and well it was just different. I turned my head the other way to look behind me and saw that it wasn't Mike, but Steve who was in me. More surprising though, was that Mike looked as if he was into Steve as well. My head reeled at the thought of all this, but Steve's cry's and groans were nothing but pure pleasure. His cock must have been twice the size of Mike's but I have to admit, it felt damn good. Soon enough though, Steve cried out as he climaxed, pulling out and shooting his load up my back. I think Mike was doing the same to him as well from the sounds. But things were not quite finished yet.

They helped me up off the van floor but then had me lay down again, this time on my back. With one on each side of me, they sent me to heaven sucking my cock and balls till I screamed with pleasure with the explosion of my climax.

That was one incredible first day at work. And my first experience with other men. For another three days this was repeated till my time with them was up and I returned back to college at Fullerton. We did a lot of work on that trip and did a lot of sex too. Steve asked me if I wanted a job in the summer vacation. I would need one and this sounds as good as any!

As for Mike, he calls me whenever he can. If I'm not busy and I always try not to be when he rings, he catches the bus over to my place and we go at it like wild animals. He has shown me so much, every time we meet he has a new position he wants us to try. Many times he has asked me to fuck him, but I really love him working me over and up to now, that's always the way it is. Unfortunately, Steve takes jobs all over the place so we don't see each other on a regular basis. Sometimes he can be back again in my room in two days, other times its two weeks. Once it was a month when he was away on a big job. But when he is back, he is straight over to my room, and after that knock on the door, there is barely enough time to lock it before he is ripping off my clothes and devouring my body. I really love it. I think I really love him as well.


The End


hope you enjoyed it. Any comments welcome to bokjay@yahoo.combokjay@yahoo.com