Job Sights

It was summer, and I decided to go to the day labor office to make some money.

It’s great, because there’s no set hours. If I want to sleep in, or take a day off, I just don’t go in at 4:30 AM, and sign up. I’ve really been working on my Spanish, but this year there were a lot of construction projects that got delayed by the Lockdown. So, this year, the labor office was even open 7 days a week, on sunday, when I sure as hell wasn’t ever much of a church-goer.

So, I grabbed my coffee, poured it in a thermal cup (With a handle) and waited until they called my name. “Norman Rhodes?”

“It’s Norma.” I got up, and the secretary looked at the sign in sheet.

“It says here you’ve got a car?”

“A pickup truck, actually.” I nodded, and pointed it out in the parking lot. It used to be my dad’s but now it was mine, free and clear. She looked at me doubtfully, but she just introduced me to the 2 guys I was giving a ride. Gave me the address, and I navigated by phone. They didn’t say anything but this early in the morning. We had to get there by 5:00AM, to get the work done before it got too hot.

Just construction, the walls were already up, and the mortar cured, but when we got there, the foreman told us that the crane was on the way, to fly the roof up. In pieces, they were all stacked up in the yard, and held together with plates at the joints.

“You ever done work like this before?” He came over, and handed me the hardhat.

“Yeah, flying up a roof, or floor joists for an upper story?” I nodded.

“Well, we’re going to need you up there, so grab a palm nailer out of the trailer.” I hooked it up to the compressor, and hung it over my shoulder by the hose. Then, I found the ladder up to the wall, while the crane stuck out the stabilizer jacks, and started hooking up to the peaks.

I noticed some kids had gathered along the back fence, to watch. The neat part was there was a girl with them. I guess it makes me a little proud, not like a feminist, to see one interested in this kind of work. The hours flew bye once they started flying the rafters up for me to nail into the boards so they didn’t tip over.

So, we took a break for lunch, and I climbed down to grab a sandwich out of the box. The foreman was nice enough to stop by Subway, and buy us all lunch, but I suspect it’s to keep us from driving away, and possibly getting drunk. I’m 19, so I can’t buy beer anyway, but a lot of carpenters, and masons especially are functional drunks. At least, I’d seen them come back with beer on their breath.

“Hey,” the kids climbed up on the fence. “What’re you building?” I was sitting on the lumber pack, so I turned around, and set down my coffee cup.

“I don’t know, a building of some kind.”

The girl let go to point out, “You’ve got a pretty bra.” The boys looked back and forth, muttering something or other. So, I picked up my arm to check the sweat patches on the side. Sure enough, it had soaked through enough to see the hot pink bra strap, and then they hopped down. Laughing, so I got up, and walked close enough to hear them arguing.

“See, I told you she’s not gay.”

“What’s that prove?”

“Well, you thought she was because she dressed like that.”

“Boys,” I called over, “I dressed like this, because you can’t really climb up ladders, and nail a roof up in a dress.” They started scrabbling back up the boards.

“So what kind of girl works in buildings like this?”

“Huh, the kind of girl that needs the money, to buy food.” it beats student debt, or paying money for more school when I just got out this spring. “It’s just a job, a day job, they’ll probably send me somewhere else tomorrow.”

“It’s a shame, because you could be pretty if you make an effort.”

“Shawn!” The girl tried to hit him, and fell down when her other hand slipped.

“Shawn, look. I go to an effort when I go out looking for guys to date. Because I’m a straight woman, and I date guys.”

“See?” The girl piped up behind the fence. “Pay up.”

Apparently, they had a bet going that I was homosexual, because I wore overalls to work, and tied my hair up in a ponytail.

The foreman called down, “Finish your sandwich, and stop talking to the kids. The crane operator’s back.”

“All right,” I just wrapped it up for later, and lit a cigarette on the way back, but I heard the guys talking in a side room.

About the “Little nympho come back with her boyfriends?”

“Yeah, what a slut. Too bad she don’t got no titties.”

“Ladies,” the foreman yelled, “I’m paying by the hour, so quit jawboning, and start marking the braces.” So, they started grabbing boards, and pulling out tape measures for the chop saw on the table.

I had to climb back up, and I grabbed the palm nailer. The foreman handed me a nailgun, since I didn’t have to tack them in bucket straps, between the rafters. I could just put up braces so the rafters were held in place, 16″ on center. Boring work, to pass the time, but while I was up there, I saw what the guys were talking about.

She looked about 11, or 12. They all did, but by the time I looked over, she was already topless. By she don’t got no titties, the construction worker (You get used to it, or you find another line of work) ment training bras, I’m guessing. I couldn’t really see, but I took a deep breath, and pulled up my overalls by the strap.

Kids these days, I guess? I’m a millennial, and honestly, only about 7, 8 years older, but still. In my generation, parents tried to hide things like Rule #34 from us kids, so there was some mystery, I guess. PDAs, like Blackberries were still popular, they used to say “Cameraphone,” because most phones didn’t have megapixels, and you didn’t get dick pics all the time.

I’m not a feminist, let me just get that out of the way. Yeah yeah, equal pay, glass ceiling, well the labor office pays minimum wage. Regardless of who you are, I make just as little as the men, the Latinos, and the blacks. That’s equality for you, but it’s money, and I need the money to pay the bills.

“Huh!” I can only guess they watched bukkake videos together, or somebody showed somebody else, but that girl. I guess she thought that looked like fun, and I have to admit, I’m even a little jealous? Not that she’s getting to play with all those middle school boners. I don’t know, none of them are big enough to see from up here, 30′ in the air, and maybe another 50 back to the fence?

Still, she’s got 4 boyfriends, or fuck buddies as a tweenager. Which means as they grow up into teenagers… What little I could see, because they surrounded her right after she took off her tops, and got down with all their little dicks in her face.

“They at it again?”

“Shit,” I looked around, “Sorry, I. Sorry.” I nodded, and took the board. Marked off at 16″ so I could line it up, and nail it down instead of catch the big finish. I probably couldn’t really see that from up here, either. For a minute there, I wasn’t sure whether the kiddy bukkake was distracting me from work, or the job was distracting me from the tweenage sexual action, but even getting back to work.

I kept biting, and licking my lips. Trying to imagine, well. Honestly, I hadn’t seen any boys that exact age, nude with boners, jerking off, because that would be childporn. They sure as hell didn’t send me dick pics, or sext back in the 20teens. Maybe it’s not kids these days, god I sound like a babyboomer, talking about that Britney Spears shaking her tits in that tight skimpy schoolgirl uniform.

“All right, last one.” The roofers unhooked it from the strap, and the crane operator sucked in the boom to lock it down. Stow the stabilizers and stuff, while I walked along between them. They handed me up boards to brace it in place, while a couple other guys anchored the ends with palm nailers.

BPBPBPBT! Like a vibrator, for galvanized ring shanks. “That’s it ladies, grab your dollies, and dishes.” I stepped down carefully to the ladder on the end, while 2 guys held it for me. Uselessly, because I could climb up it with a nailgun, and a hose, it was just an excuse to wait for me.

Here it comes, I thought. “Hey, you work pretty hard.”

“Yeah, we had to work with women at the temp agency before, but none of them so young.”

The foreman stopped, outside the load-bearing wall that wasn’t even braced yet. Just 8′ jacks, 16″ on center.

“Guys, let her out.”

“Oh, no. It’s all right. It’s hot work up there. Um.” I bit my lip. “You got any rules against fraternizing after work?” I picked at the buckles on my overalls, and it wasn’t just me. It was literally hot up there, my white undershirt was soaked to show the hot pink of my 32 C cups, that the.

The foreman looked around, and came in, through the doorway. “You caught the little whore’s show?”

“Nah man. I told you, she’s a stripper, she just works extra hard for her tips.”

“Huh!” I dropped my overalls, so the straps slipped off my back, and pulled out my undershirt. “Too bad she doesn’t have tits like these, right guys?” I gave them a little shake, peeling the sweaty cotton up, and over my head.

“Yeah,” the foreman unzipped his fly, while his 2 workers were busy setting down their tool-bags. Carefully so the nails didn’t spill out. “Then again, those middleschool boys don’t have any hair on their balls.” He fished it out, still flaccid, but chubby, and circumcised. I heard belt buckles, and turned around. Pulling the hair tie out, while skillful fingers pulled my bra strap to unhook it. Belt buckles clanked, and zippers came down, but I squatted down.

Turning on my toes, before getting on my knees, and looking around at the selection of dick, right in front of me. The black guy wasn’t particularly well hung, but he was uncircumcised, so I picked that one up first. Hoping it would grow larger, once I pulled it hard, but the foreman patted me on the head, and waved his wrecking ball to bump my nose.

So, I sucked him hard, looking back and forth to watch the other two get hard in my hand, and the other white guy. On the other side, he was a grower, not a shower. “You like the BBC?” He black guy pulled out, so the foreskin nearly closed over the purple eye again.

“Smuip pah!” I licked my lips. “I’m not a size queen, but.” They switched places, so it was white/black/white, and the the 2 white guys got down to feel me up, while I got ahold of the dark uncut sausage in front of me. I looked up, “I like your foreskin.” Dicks are pretty boring, so I guess that little extra just makes them more interesting to play with, and suck.

He took off his sweaty shirt, and he had a bit of a gut. Some grey curls on his head, and in his pubes, but I didn’t mind, at all. “Snh!” I just closed my eyes, and pulled back the skin by the shaft.

“Huh, hot ass white girl, just loves the big black cock, don’t you?”

“Mh hm!” I nodded, with my mouth full, and closed my eyes again. Sucking, and pulling the skin out to kiss me with the wrinkles. The foreman took my hand off to put it back in his crotch.

“It ain’t that big, man. Come on, there’s 3 of us here to satisfy. Don’t try to hog her.”

“AGHL!” Without my hand in the way, he could step forward, so the back of my head bumped into the wall. “KHAH! Don’t choke me on it!” I shook my head.

“Take it all.”

“Glen, the lady doesn’t want to deep throat. So, stop trying to force her.”

“All right man, just because you the boss. AUHN!” He step back, covering his nuts when I gave them a more than gentle squeeze.

I got up, “Fuck you, man. I’ve got 2 more guys here,” I pointed to the other worker, “And he’s got a couple inches on you, but nothing to prove. So, why don’t you go fuck yourself?”

“All right, damn! Sorry, just let me bust a nut real quick.”

“Okay, but I’ve got a lot of dick to suck. You heard the man.” After I busted his balls, he was a little hesitant to stick his dick back between my teeth again, but that foreman. I’m really starting to like him, I mean the gentle way he runs the site, and lets us get away with little digressions. Like watching the middleschoolers play bukkake out behind the fence, as long as the roof gets done, and he doesn’t have to pay the crane for another day.

“Here, man.” The other white guy fished a couple rubbers out of his bag, and tore one off, for the foreman to take one.

“Huh, no. I’m on birth control, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“You want it raw?”

“Huh, yeah. I want your cum inside me, and I want to swallow your loads. Uh, ahahahuh!” They picked me up, and carried me. With 6 hands to keep feeling me up, and put me on the saw table in another room. They made short work of my boots so they could pull off my overalls, and boxer shorts. Then, I lay back, with my head hanging off the other end.

“Come here, man. I won’t bite, if you keep it out of my throat.”

“Okay,” he learned his lesson, but he let me pump the extra skin, while I sucked the big purple head, and rubbed his nuts gently with the other hand. The saw horses scraped, and for a second there, I felt the thrill of almost falling, before they rocked back. Stable enough, but somebody straddled my chest.

“Hawk! Sptooh!”

“Huh, yeah!” I picked my head up, and spat between my tits, but the foreman got up on his knees, and held my head, to suck on him again. “Ah, yeah!” That means the man with the rubber was really starting to pick up the pace. He’d entered me as soon as I was ready, on the sawdust, but even as loose, and juicy as I was, it took a few slow pumps before he could really “Give it to me. Uh, yeah!” My head feel back, and glen held his dick back down. Pulled the foreskin back to enter my lips. I felt the foreman’s squeezed between my sweaty tits, with a little extra spit to make them nice and slippery.

IDKY I waited so long, to get gangbanged. Honestly, working jobs like this, I’d gotten plenty of compliments, and half joking offers that they would have followed through on if I was down. I guess a part of me thought it wasn’t fair, that that girl got 4 boys, even little dicked tweeners like those so young, while I didn’t even lose my virginity until I was almost 17. In high school, shop class, but he was just 1 boy. Not my first boyfriend, but the first one that was patient enough to wait until I was ready.

I don’t know why I flashed back to him either, except to compare my first time with a boy to my first time with men. 3 men, construction workers, and yeah the catcalls were annoying. It was just never important enough, or bad enough sexual harassment to walk off, and give up a day’s pay to prove a point. I wasn’t ready, I guess.

“Uh, I’m gonna nut! Uuuuuh yeah. YEAH!”

“Huh!” I just held on, and let him pump it in and out of my fist, un fucking thrusts. His hairy nuts bumping my nose, and forehead. I stuck my tongue out to lick them, then rub the salty ball sweat on the roof of my mouth. “Uh yeah. Huh yeah.” The cum shots slowly petered down to dribbles on my neck, and his hose went soft. So, I let go, and kissed the foreskin 1 last time, before he pulled up his pants.

The foreman got off, more carefully so the sawhorses didn’t rock, and came around to my head. “I thought you wanted to eat our jizz.”

“Huh, yeah. I thought you might like a little more lube to fuck my tits.”

“Uh, FUCK!” Rubber dude pulled out, because he couldn’t take any more, but he spanked it franticly to get off. “UhnHhHuh uh! Uhn!” He came around to the side, and shook the last off on my tummy. While I licked the sweat, spit, and jizm off the bosses’ cock.

“Suck my nuts,” he shaved them, in fact I noticed when he took his shirt off, either he was naturally hairless, or he just shaved everything, including his armpits.

“Mh hm!” I just smiled, and closed my eyes, while he dipped his teabag in my mouth, pumping it in his hand, until they tightened up.

“SNHHHH!” He just took a deep breath, and held it. Blowing his load all over me, while his nut sack twitched in my mouth. “Huh!” He gasped for breath. “Huh!”

“Swop puh!” His wet hairless balls rolled down my nose, and forehead, so I could open up my eyes, but he patted my cheek. Looking down, up side down.

“Huh, you really should be safer about having unprotected sex, even on birth control. You know, there’s still VD to worry about.”

“Huh, I know, dad.” I sat up, and looked down at the mess all over my body. “Huh!” Wiping it up with my fingers, then rubbing it around my boobs, to get them all slick, and shiny. “Can somebody go get my clothes?”

“Yeah,” Glen bent down to pick up my overalls, and boxers. “Here, I really am sorry about chokin’ you on it.”

“Huh, it’s okay, I understand, actually.” It’s like once the balls got rolling, I really wanted all 6 nuts to blow it inside me. I just didn’t think about STIs (Shows you how old the Foreman was, to still call it “VD” for Venereal Disease. Okay, boomer.)

He came back, with my shirt, and my bra. “Hey, we could really use your help sheeting the roof tomorrow, if you want to come back?”

“Yeah, through the labor office?”

“No, you can come straight here, what you say about sunup?”

“Yeah, that’s great.” I can sleep in another hour without the side-trip to the labor office. “If you don’t mind me asking, do you shave off your bodyhair, or get it waxed?”

“I use my wife’s foam, but it’s just for the summer.”

“Yeah, I figured, but I kinda like it.” No hair to pick out of my teeth from sucking balls. “Huh, well you mind if I stay behind, and see if I can work extra hard, for tips?”

“Hahaha, yeah. No problem.” I gave the other 2 guys a ride back to the office so they could cut us checks for the day.

I always did like construction workers. Besides, I’m still young, and I need the money…

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