A Fun Factory
When I got out of the military I was 22. I moved in with a gal and got a job at a factory.
It was my job to clean metal parts and get them ready for the painter. I ran the parts through baths of chemicals and then water before hanging them ready to be painted. The painter was am older guy named Earl.
Earl was quite a guy. He had dark salt-and-pepper hair that was slicked down with Brylcreem and smoked like a chimney. On his breaks, Earl would wander over and light up, and then start giving us his opinions on which of the various women who worked there would be good in bed, and he would tell us just what he wanted to do with each one. People would quickly walk away when Earl approached, but since I worked with him, I was sort of trapped. Not that I minded. He was a pretty entertaining pervert.
"Now that one," he said one day pointing down the wide aisle at one of the assembly lines. "That one is called Sarah. But I call her 'Doggy Fashion'. Because I'd do her doggy fashion."
I regarded Sarah a moment and agreed with Earl. Sarah was in her late thirties and had wide hips and a big ass.
Earl had something to say about all the women who worked there, not least the women who occasionally walked through the plant from the front office. Earl was not the least intimidated by the chance the women might overhear him, and I think he preferred that they did.
Sometimes we would stand together behind the tall wash vats where we could only be seen from the shoulders up. Earl would reach beneath his painter's apron and play with himself while he made his observations about this woman or that as they stood in line at the stockroom window some twenty or thirty feet away. I felt flushed and slightly aroused, but he never jerked off to a finish. Just a little rub and squeeze, I guess.
One day, Earl offered to give me a ride home. I usually rode with another guy, but I said yes to Earl. I got into his car and he asked if I wanted to come to his place for a beer. I nodded, curious just how much more perverted Earl might be outside the confines of work.
At his place he got a couple of beers and then disappeared into his room to change. He came back wearing what I thought might be pajama bottoms and a tee shirt. He carried a shoe box and handed it to me as he sat down on the couch next to me.
"Go on, take a look," he said.
I opened the box and it was filled with pictures. I was amazed, and my hands started to tremble as he leaned over and narrated for me.
"That's my ex-wife," he said, as I looked at a woman, probably in her thirties, who posed completely naked for the camera. She was seductive in some, but most just seemed to be candid shots around the house of her naked.
"What the..." I asked as the pictures changed to that of a young girl.
"That's my niece," he said, grinning.
I was stunned as I leafed quickly through the pictures of the naked girl.
Then I came to a person I recognized. She was a woman from the front office. She, too, was naked, and her expression was the same irritated look in all of them as she undressed for the photographer.
"She didn't want to fuck me, though," Earl said, giggling.
I looked at him, still trembling as I realized how close he had moved to me.
Then his hand was on my thigh and he moved it up to my crotch.
"Those make you hard?" he asked. "Want to see any of them again?"
"No," I whispered, as he took my hand and put it in his lap.
Earl was hung. The bulge there surprised me, and I rubbed it, feeling its massive girth through the thin cotton material.
He grinned and raised his hips, slipping the pajama bottoms off. I stared at his cock and dark, hairy pubic area. He told me to undress and I did, shaking with anticipation. My own painfully hard erection paled in comparison to his semi-rigid dick. He sat back and I sat next to him, feeling his hands on me as I leaned down.
"I knew you were a cock-sucker the moment I saw you," he said as I kissed his dick.
I kissed it and licked it and murmured to him about how big and beautiful his dick was. Then I tried to take as much of it in my mouth as I could. I sucked the head and maybe a third of its length. I ran my tongue around its head, loving the taste. He squeezed my ass and hips as I eagerly sucked him. It didn't last long. I think about five minutes later he moaned and stiffened, and my mouth flooded with his hot, thick, salty load. I swallowed all of it, moaning with my own satisfaction.
When Earl was finished, he told me to dress. He was not into reciprocity. He told me to take my hard-on home to my girlfriend, and that was what I did. From then on, we had a thing. Earl teased me during breaks. We ate our lunch in his car while I played with his cock. Then, after work, I sucked his wonderful big dick and he took me home, horny as hell, where I jumped my girlfriend's bones every night.