He was a builder on the construction site where I was working as part-time foreman. Everybody called him Minor Morgan because he wore a miner's helmet and was only seventeen. He may have been under age, but he certainly wasn't underdeveloped. I could see that some of those hefty construction workers were looking at him with destruction in their eyes and probably couldn't wait to get their dicks into him, if they hadn't done so already. His body was cast iron under his overlarge uniform. I know because I'd seen him in the shower once and couldn't believe my eyes. He was solid muscle and perfectly formed and all this was set off by delicate angelic features. A lethal combination. To make matters worse, he had ash blond hair.

The only negative for me was that he was a bit cocksure, or sure of his cock, and called me 'guv.' That was rather off putting as he was Polish and 'guv' didn't sound right coming out of his mouth. I suppose the men had put him up to it or told him that was the best way to address his superiors. I was only a few years older than him and felt in no way superior as I would have given anything to have a body like his.

It was mid-July, and we were having difficulty replacing the staff who went on holiday. Most of the men were casual labourers and paid very badly, but expected two weeks holiday in summer, although some of them actually preferred extra cash. We were short of a night watchman, so I asked Morgan if he would sleep in the caravan on the site for the month of August for double pay and a bonus. He accepted, of course. I was glad. That way I might get another chance to see him under the shower. I'm only human after all, and he really was a sight for sore eyes when naked.

However, from what I'd seen of his dick, it was marshmallow compared with his marble butt. Problem is I had to be careful not to get out of line. I was in a position of responsibility. One word from him, and I'd be up shit creek without a paddle. It would be all round the worksite the very next day. So I bided my time like a spider waiting for a fly to enter its web. And he did, too. Quite soon, actually, and on the hottest day of the year. It was his lunch break or something, and he came into my office to thank me for the extra job I'd given him. Or that's what he said, anyway. But it wasn't so much what he said as what he did. He was sweating profusely, so I gave him an ice cold beer. Which, of course, made him sweat more. He smiled and perched himself cheekily on the edge of my desk. I watched the beads of sweat trickle down his arm and stain his vest. I felt a strong urge to wash him with my tongue. He undid the strap of his overalls. They fell open revealing his soiled singlet and a single nipple. It was soft and fleshy. Pert as a robin. The perfect complement to his iron frame. My desire for him hovered in the air like a carrier pigeon or a message transmitted in sexual morse code.

Then he did the inconceivable. He lifted up his vest to wipe his face. His washboard stomach was inches away from me, and I began to sweat myself. He wasn't in a hurry either, and I was able to count each rib and ripple and gaze at his perfect pecs. The musky male smell of him made my nostrils quiver. He swilled down his beer and said, "Thanks guv." I told him to call me Adrian as I didn't like being called guv. He said he would remember next time, and I sat there shaking like a leaf in spite of the heat, and wondered when that would be. I hadn't laid a finger on him although I'd laid my eyes all over him, but he in his sultry way had made the first move, so I knew he would be back. I also knew I didn't have to worry about him opening his mouth, except maybe to suck my dick. A few days went by and he came to my office again. Briefly this time. To my surprise he wanted to invite me to dinner on Sunday. He didn't have anybody he could really call a friend on the worksite and he didn't want to spend his eighteenth birthday alone. Also I'd been very kind to him and he wanted to repay me in some way. Of course I put a lot of extra meaning into those words and couldn't wait for Sunday.

Fool that I am I bought him a silver bracelet. I could have just brought a bottle of wine, but bought the bracelet on an impulse. Maybe it's just as well I did, as he was so moved by the gesture that he kissed me on the mouth, and that, of course, gave rise to lots of things, if you get my drift. I suppose when you like somebody and they like you, there's nothing more natural than letting your feelings show, but we Anglo-Saxons are so bad at that. We waste so much time beating about the proverbial bush instead of grabbing hold of the fledgling bird that's perched on a branch inside, eager to spread its wings for sexual flight.

Morgan looked very cute in a suit instead of his sweaty overalls although of course I had his sweaty overalls to thank for bringing us together. He teased me and said he'd seen the way I'd looked at him as he was taking his shower and wondered when I was going to declare myself. After all, he said, he couldn't have been more explicit that day in my office, and yet I still didn't do anything. What was I waiting for?

"Your birthday," I said. "After all you were Minor Morgan until today."

He said his name wasn't Morgan, but the Polish equivalent.

"Whatever," I said, pulling him towards me. "Let's fuck."

He laughed and said, "It's too hot."

I was already half way through undoing his shirt.

"Let's make it hotter," I said, finally where I'd wanted to be since I first saw him. Running my hands over his superb body and getting ready to fuck him.

"What about dinner ? " he ventured as I started devouring his left nipple.

"I'm already on the first course," I said as I devoured the other one. My hands were working their stealthy way down the back of his trousers which fell to the ground as I grasped his butt. By now he had my fly open, and our dicks met like two sizzling steaks themselves. Those qualms I'd had of him being soft as a marshmallow were completely unfounded.

Our dicks engaged in a sexual sword fight. I wanted to fuck the ass off him, but he was equally determined to fuck me, and of course, he was stronger and won. He pinned me against the wall, and our dicks interlocked. I felt his fingers forge their way into my butt. He tried to distract me with a solder iron kiss, but when he whipped me round and I found my nose in contact with the kitchen hatch, I knew his dick would be doing the soldering. I'm a bit old fashioned and still believed in tops and bottoms. I'd never taken it up the ass and was torn between confessing my anal virginity or keeping my male ego, if not my ass, intact. I made a quick decision and reached out for the butter which was already turning to oil on the table. I slathered it liberally over his dick and did some quick reconnoitring in the process. What I discovered gave me pause. The head of his dick was like a light bulb. Not only was I going to get royally fucked, but lit up and martyred as well. The guy had a sense of humour and broke the tension by saying, "I see you like lots of butter on your steak. Let's put some in the pan too." He dug his fingers deep into the butter and then deeper into my ass. "I'm going to cook you to a crisp." he added.

There was something a bit "off" in the way he said all this, as if he'd learned it from a cookbook. Or maybe he was just translating directly from his own language. Suddenly I wanted him to light up my ass with that light bulb of his and talk dirty to me in Polish. I relaxed a little more and let him penetrate me further with his fingers. They slithered in and out smoothly until my butt began to feel like mushy marshmallow. I longed to feel his hand on my joy stick, but my dick was jammed against the door. That sexual morse code must have been working again, as he released me and started to jerk me off with his free hand. Now he had one hand round my pounding penis, one halfway up my ass, and his tongue was busy working its way into my ear. I'd never had it so good.

I had a free hand or two myself and tried to grab hold of his butt, but couldn't really get a grip on it because of the position I was in. I thought I'd get round to that later and found myself hoping it would be soon as he was making my ass red hot and my dick spit sparks. It's a wonder his fingers didn't fry. I was in the middle of swooning from joy and anticipation when I was suddenly jolted to attention. Something hard had entered me. It was just a bit too small to be his dick. It didn't take me long to realize that he'd removed his fingers and inserted his thumb. He was fucking me by degrees. And I tell you, he did wonderful things with that thumb. I was most impressed and looked forward to greater things.

They came when I least expected them. He dug his teeth into my shoulder, his nails into my pecs and was inside me in a flash. My dick collided with the door, my head hit the ceiling and my surprised ass felt like it was being besieged by a ten foot pole, not a ten inch Pole. I bit my lip in pain and drew blood. I was sure by now his dick was drawing blood too. My butt muscles gripped it like a vice, not because I wanted him in there, but because I wanted him to stop. This he did for a moment. He began to lick the sweat from my back, massage my front tenderly and say soothing things in Polish. I began to relax. Soon he was working up a reassuring rhythm with his dick bringing it slowly in and out of my ravaged rectum. He rubbed his soft bulb head gently against the sensitive entrance to my anal passage and anointed it with the soothing balm of his precum. I closed my eyes and and let myself go. He wet his fingers and caressed my nipples, then whispered words of love and endearment and nibbled my ear lobe as if he were sampling foie gras or caviar for the first time.

Soon his tongue was slipping sinuously into my ear as if in search of an oyster or some other delicious sea urchin. Don't ask me why, but I remembered a great book we'd studied at school. It was called The Shrimp and the Anemone. I couldn't recall the name of the author. All I could remember was that the shrimp was swallowed by the anemone. As his tongue sloshed around in my ear making it wet and sticky, and his dick sloshed about inside me making me hot and horny, my battered butt slowly began to yield and swallow. For yet a little while we sailed along together on this gentle sea of soothing sensations until I felt my anemone open wide and begin to flutter like a coy maiden batting her eyelashes. The effect was the same. His dick grew hard again. It was no longer a soft hushpuppy but a dogfish, a butt eating shark. I knew I was in for a rough trip this time, so fastened my mental safety belt. What I didn't know was that my ass could give just as much as it got. Indeed it developed a mind of its own and really surprised me. Morgan led or rather dragged me over to his bunk bed. It was narrow but it was soft,which made a nice change from the hard kitchen hatch. Within the next few seconds his dick was once more jammed in my hole, his balls slapping against my butt cheeks. Every last inch of him was sunk deep inside me. And there were a hell of a lot of those inches. His dick seemed to grow thicker and harder with every plunge. I held on tight to the mattress listening to the slap and splat of my abused tissues as his body beat into mine. The inside of my butt felt like molten marshmallow with the pounding he was giving it. Before the evening was over, I was determined to cook his meat, clot his cream and make an omelette out of his balls. I chewed on his dick with muscles I didn't know I possessed and really put him through the mincer.

Never a great dancer, I learned to bump and grind almost overnight. Especially grind. He ripped his way into my ass, and I nearly ripped his dick off. I bucked and gyrated as he fucked me and by some kama sutra miracle, managed to work my way round so that my legs were wrapped round his neck. I could then look him straight in the eye and say defiantly," Fuck you!" The only problem was that, to all intents and purposes, it was me on the receiving end.

I gnashed my teeth and spat out abuses at him, but he held me tight, his hands like steel clamps, and pumped me with his narrow hips. I looked up at the marble glow of him and at his handsome, golden-haired face, and let myself be possessed. As soon as I stopped fighting, I felt the full glorious force of him as he hit my prostrate and sent my senses soaring. I felt so ashamed. I remembered that it was his birthday and there he was with those iron ripples of his working overtime on my butt! My heart went out to him, and I turned to marshmallow again and came all over him. I watched fascinated as his sweat mingled with my cum, and shuddered happily as he shot his entire load into me as we both ground to a magnificent halt. It was nearly mid-night when we finally ate dinner. "Whoops," I said. "We almost missed your birthday."

He smiled and asked me to stay the night. I told him it wasn't wise as some curious construction worker might catch us in the act next morning. Two weeks went by before we got together again. By then my ass had recovered, but I wanted to give his a go this time. As I broached the subject, we had a true confessions session, and he told me he'd never taken it up the ass. I told him I hadn't either. I tried to make light of it and said he'd robbed me of my "virginity." He was very contrite, but I told him the only way he could make amends was to lose his to me. We drank quite a lot of beer before he was ready to give it a try. Initially I was considerably gentler than he'd been with me, and softened him up for the kill with my tongue.

I almost had second thoughts when I saw his sweet little rosebud curled up in the middle of that mass of marble, but I took hold of his ass cheeks, pulled them apart and planted my tongue in the middle of his rosebush. He groaned gratefully as I watered it and his butt broke into blossom. I lubed us up and entered the floral valley between his heavenly hills. The heady sensation of finally sliding my dick into his lush countryside was almost too much to bear. Especially when I felt those powerful buttocks take hold of me like a pair of nutcrackers and draw me in. He arched his butt high and I took a deeper plunge. I knew there was gold in them there hills, and I was happy to excavate. His ass flexed, tensed and flexed again as I went drilling. I heard him suck in his breath, and then hiss like the fuse of a time bomb that was about to go off. It only remained for me to find the trigger to his love gun. Finally, I felt him shudder beneath me. I had hit home. I thrust my dick right in there and let him have it, fast and furious. I was considerably encouraged by his angry grunts and growls as I pressed his head into the pillows. And he really turned me on by the way he was cursing me in Polish. I decided to ask him to be sure to do it again next time he fucked me. It was really wild. Now that I knew I had him on the end of my sexual leash, I eased up a bit to prolong the delicious agony. I turned him over on his back like a newly landed fish, and let my dick paddle around inside his moist butt relishing the marshmallow warmness. Then I lifted his legs high in the air and built up speed again.

I could tell by the writhing and squirming of his horny little ass and by the fuck-crazy curses he let out, that Minor Morgan was responding well to my pummelling. In fact, I was confident he would be promoted to Major before the night was over. I was not far wrong. Soon he got a gridlock on my dick with his marble butt and sucked the very juice out of it. I grabbed his ankles and pumped him until his whole body began to shake and gurgle and gush like a geyser as he spilled his load all over me. I whipped out my dick and contributed to the rising flood of cum that threatened to engulf us. Then I collapsed in a happy heap on top of him and wallowed luxuriously in the oceans of jizz our combined loins had produced. He put his mouth next to mine and kissed me. It was how I'd always longed to be kissed. Marble hard with marshmallow sweetness. Looking down lovingly at his soft angelic face shining out from a body of solid muscle, I couldn't help asking myself the age old question. Why the hell did I wait so long to go to heaven!