Job Competition

Brett Connover was dog tired! It's hell running a jobsite, you put in hellishly long hours, even more than the ten hours a day the regular workers put in, from spring to fall. He got to not only put in a full day on the job, but stay behind after hours like now to look over invoices, check job progress, make sure the materials would be on hand as they were needed, decide which new materials that would be needed later, and order them in a way to make sure they didn't arrive early, because you didn't have any fucking place to put them if they did!

He was startled as hell when his door flew open. During the work day, nobody bothered to knock, but hell! It scared the shit out of him! He spun around on his swivel barstool and stared at the intruder. "Parrish? What the hell?"

Parrish Stevens was the biggest motherfucking toolman on the site. He'd been working with Brett for the past ten years, ever since he was nineteen and Brett had been twenty-one, fresh out of college and ready to try to run his father's business. Now he owned the business, and Parrish was one of his most senior employees. The job had bulked out the highschool football linebacker from merely large to an upper body that any gorilla could envy.

Which turned out to be part of the problem. "That's what I was about to ask you!" he snarled. "What the hell are you doing making Jeddison your new foreman!"

Brett blanched. "Well, I had a lot to consider in making my choice...." he started carefully.

"The hell you did! I saw the two of you this morning before work started! Came in at six-thirty, saw your light on, going to ask you if you wanted to get breakfast together! I saw, man, I saw!"

Oh, Jesus! Parrish saw THAT! "Okay, you saw us." Brett went on. "That wasn't why I...."

"The hell you didn't! A man sucks your dick and you're ready to make him your new foreman! Is that all it takes to get ahead on this job? Is that all you need!" Parrish demanded.

It hadn't happened exactly that way. Brett had called Jeddison in early, yes, to talk over the job, but he'd chosen Jeddison as his new foreman based on the way Jeddison could manage people. Parrish's idea of managing people was to shove them on their ass and demand they quit fucking up!

But Jeddison had been pleased and a friendly hug had gone a bit too far and the next thing Brett knew, he was sitting on this very stool, with his legs splayed out and Jeddison between them sucking away on his dong. The door had been open, private enough if nobody wasn't actually on the jobsite and nobody had been supposed to be there for another half hour. Well, it had happened, and his only choice now was to match Parrish obscenity for obscenity.

"I don't see that my reasons are any of your fucking business." Brett declared. "But I don't promote only on seniority, I also promote who I think deserves the promotion and can do the job right! That's what keeps the competition for promotions fair for everyone. If you don't like it, I'm sorry, but that's just how it is!"

"Oh, I see how it is, all right! But if that's what it takes, then hell! You don't have to look to Jeddison for that!"

"What?" Brett asked.

And he was then tackled by the brawny redneck! Parrish threw him bodily up onto his drafting table, ripping the hell out of his blueprints, and then those hairy hands were busy at his belt! "What the hell are you doing?" Brett had expected maybe Parrish would start whaling on him, an intimidating proposition, but this wasn't anything like being whaled on!

Parrish had his belt unfastened, and his pants were held by a button and a zipper, which Parrish's powerful arms took apart in a single motion, and then his pants were sliding down his legs, revealing a pair of sweat-stained briefs and legs that had legs that were fuzzy more than hairy, because Brett's pale brown hair (nearly blond, but not quite) were pale to the point of white on his lower body, save for the patch around his crotch. Which Parrish's next snatch and yank revealed as his briefs were torn down to rest around his ankles along with his pants.

"Uh, guh!" Brett managed to get out. Shit, he was being physically stripped here! He knew Parrish too well to think he was in any real danger, if Parrish was pissed at you, he'd throw his fists your way. Brett had ducked enough of those (and failed to duck a couple) in his youth to know Parrish had something else in mind and all he could think of was.... "Are you planning to suck my dick, Parrish?"

"Why the hell not? I can suck dick better'n Jeddison! I'll fucking show you I can suck dick better'n him!"

A hell of a time to throw a hard-on! You've been forcibly stripped to the waist and your dick decides it must be playtime! But Brett had it, all right, had a hell of a hard-on, and Parrish saw it.

"Yeah, I'll fucking show you a hell of a good blowjob!" And Parrish dove onto Brett's cock and crammed it in practically to the very base! First time, no spit to lube it up, and all eight inches of Brett's rather fat cock was stuck all the way over Parrish's tongue and well into the throat! Parrish got it down that far and held it like that, then choked, gagged and had to relinquish it.

"Easy, man, easy!" Brett grunted. "You got to lube it up first with spit, man, shit!"

Parrish cleared his throat and freaking hawked a glob of saliva onto Brett's cock. He managed to hit it right on the glans, and it hung like a teardrop jewel for a moment, then its own weight caused it to crawl down his glans over the flare and then down like an errant tadpole.

Parrish dove back onto Brett's glans, but he was more cautious this time and his mouth turned out to be brim full of spit, now he managed better, got Brett's dong down as far as he had before. He gagged a bit, but held on and then gave a hum that vibrated Brett's prick like crazy!

Despite himself, Brett moaned, "Ohhh, oh, God!"

Parrish pulled off, smacked his lips and said, "You liked that?"

No reason to lie. "Hell, yeah! What was that?"

"A hummer. My ex-wife did it on me when I could talk her into it. Never tried it before, but she told me how."

"It was great!" Brett admitted.

"Then I'll do it some more." Brett said and sank again onto Brett's cock. Instead of sinking down like before, though, he began to move up and down, and his lips were liquid-coated and warm, and Parrish held onto his cock on the upwards movement like a vise grip, and slackened just enough on the way down to make the downwards stroke equally ecstatic.

Brett gave up any pretense of struggle. Hell, if a big strong working man wanted to suck his cock, he'd let him! That was what made him give Jeddison a chance to ride on it this morning! He mumbled something about this to Parrish. A mistake, Parrish rose up and let go again!

"Yeah, that asshole always got to get something out of everything he does!"

Brett could have pointed out Parrish was doing the same thing but didn't. "Yeah, he does. Suck my cock again!"

Parrish complied, he did the humming thing a few more times, but as punctuation marks to the regular blowjob. Shit, his ex-wife had taught this big stud everything in how to please a man! If he'd been getting this from a wife, he wouldn't have done anything but stay home every night and fuck her silly! He knew Parrish had cheated on his wives, all three of them, and that was why they'd each left him. The man was a good, hard worker, but when it came to his personal life, he couldn't keep his dick in his pants! Kept screwing around!

Parrish did another hum-job on him and Brett groaned. "Awwww, shit! Man, do that another time and I'll fucking cream right in your mouth!"

Parrish chuckled around Brett's cock, a muffled whuffling sound, and then he gave Brett a series of deep-throat strokes that made Brett feel like the king of the world! God, to have a man take you deep is so fucking...empowering! He took you, but it was like you were taking him! Totally!

"Ohhhh, G-O-O-O-O-O-D!" Brett groaned. "I'm going to come, I'm going to come!"

And then Parrish dove down and did that hum thing on him again and that vibration did it to him. Brett let out a long, loud moan and climax rose up like a snake and struck at his brain with its fang buried in deep!

"AH-GAH-HAH-GAH-HAHH-UHHHHHHHH!" He yelped and Parris pulled back slightly just in time to get the first blast of Brett's jizz down his throat. Parrish held on while Brett shot more heavy, thick wads into Parrish's mouth and then he caught hold tight and as Brett blew the last feeble jets into his mouth, Parrish made a long, strong gulp and sucked the entire load down his throat at the same time. Another few sucking motions and Brett was vacuumed totally dry of his spunk and his cock shriveled up like a balloon that just popped, no longer a massive monster, it was a piddling scrap of flesh.

That was what Parrish released from his mouth and then rose up, wiping his lips on the back of one shirt sleeve. "And that's why you ought to make me the foreman instead of Jeddison." he continued.

"Ah, hah, ah, ahh! I see!" Brett stammered out. Man, he'd been through the fucking wringer!

"So what do you say?"

Brett's mind didn't want to scheme, but he managed to make it do it. "Well, I already offered him the job and he took it." he started. "But every promotion is on a ninety-day probationary period, you know. So let's both see how well he does the job. And how well you do yours."

"Shit!" Parrish put a brawny hand behind his neck and rubbed it in contemplation. "I guess you'll want this ever' fucking evening for that, huh?"

"Afraid so." Brett managed a hopefully friendly grin. His face wanted to make it a smirk, but he tried to tone it down.

"All right, then. You keep your morning cocksucker on foreman for now, and we'll just see how well he does." Parrish stomped out the door.

Brett tiredly pulled his pants back on and sat back at the desk. Whew! He had to get through these invoices before he could go home, no matter how fucking worn out he was!

The next morning, he was there at six as usual. If it hadn't been for Sundays, he would have lost his fucking mind on this job. Four more days until the next one, though.

Mornings, he mapped out the jobs for the day and who to put where and what materials had to be moved into place when.

His door was closed against the morning cold so he got a knock. Opened it to Jeddison, who looked upset as hell! "What the fuck are you pulling on me?" He demanded.

"What?" Brett said. "Come in, damn it, what's wrong?"

"Stevens was at the bar last night, telling everyone that he was taking the foreman's job away from me! Soon as my ninety days were up, I was gone and he was in! Said you told him that. Did you?"

Had he? Brett was reviewing his memory of the conversation the night before when Jeddison continued. "Said all he had to do was suck your cock better'n me and he was getting the job! Did you tell him that?" Jeddison was inside now and closing the door behind him. At least they could have this out in private!

"Not exactly." Brett evaded.

"Well, I can suck cock better'n that dumb hammer jockey ever could!" Jeddison went on. "I don't know what he did for you last night, but I can do better than him!"

Oh! Brett said, "I don't know. He did a deep-throat hummer that drove me completely wild."

Jeddison advanced on Brett. "Oh, yeah! Well, get those pants down and I'll show you how a cock ought to be sucked!"

"I'm counting on you to save me from Parrish." Brett's hands went to his trousers. "Give me something unique to tell him when he comes in for me tonight."

A little job competition was just the thing to keep both these men on their toes for the next ninety days. Not to mention a smile on Brett's face all day long!

THE END
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