Friday Night

by Mordant

Cameron laughed.

"Bullshit. You'd never go through with it." He reached forward and brushed the dust out of Dan's eyebrows.

"Fuckin' oath I would!Ó the younger man retorted, pouting a little. He drew in closer, glancing around the factory floor to see if anyone was in hearing range. "You seen that one pic of me yeah? With Toby?"

The mention of the blurry Polaroid sent a jolt right to the base of Cameron's cock. Looking over at the finishing area, he gave the outside of his boiler suit a quick tug, then returned his gaze to Dan, whose green eyes shone in the half-light that found it's way through the dirty skylights above them.

"You still got it?"

Dan snorted in derision.

"You reckon I'd throw it out?"

"Show me again."

At the other end of the floor, a bell rang. Lunchtime. Dan smiled and lightly elbowed Cameron in the gut as he walked towards the break room.

"Fuck you, Danny."

Dan half turned and muttered under his breath.

"Friday night."

The pair was quieter over lunch. Dan and Cameron didn't have too much in common. Oh sure, they were both about the same age, both worked in the same factory, and both sucked more cock than their co-workers were ever going to find out about, but that was where the similarities ended. Daniel was small and compact, 5'7 in his boots - Cameron, heavier and 6'2. Dan's parents were German, and occasionally it would colour his accent. Daniel's family were Aussie as far back as he could trace it.

Cameron had a girlfriend and was, as he put it, "sort of bi" - Daniel had never entertained any sort of delusion he was into women. Since he started working for Steelfab as a welder last summer, he'd become better and better at sidestepping the personal questions that would come up about who he was dating, who he was fucking, what his plans were for the weekend.

Dan was into fast cars and motorbikes. Cameron rode the bus.

Glancing sideways at Dan from behind his coffee mug, Cameron wondered if he'd really do it. It just seemed like... like a pretty ÒfaggyÓ thing to do. The thought actually turned his stomach a little. But if it was so disgusting, why did picturing Dan on his knees, jerking furiously as ropes of cum slid lazily down his cheek, get him so fucking hot?

Dan caught his gaze and winked, crumbs in his goatee. Under the table, his knee brushed surreptitiously against CameronÕs, who instinctively pulled away. There it was again - that fucking pout. This kid was hot.

Cameron pushed his chair back from the table and took his mug over to the sink to wash it out, taking the long way around to hide his hard-on from the other guys. His work clothing didn't leave much to the imagination. As he hung his coffee mug up on its hook to dry, the factory foreman appeared at his side, a greasy, spindly guy with a permanent squint.

"Need you to go out into the yard and see how much 80 by 80 we have in galvanized." he said, handing Cameron an inventory sheet.

"No worries, mate. Take me maybe a half hour?"

"OK, you can finish the Boral job when you're back." The shorter man turned and walked away, announcing the end of the break. Chairs scraped and the dozen or so men got up to start the afternoon shift.

He could feel Dan's eyes on his back as he left the break room.

Twenty minutes later and the winter sun cast long shadows as Cameron stood out in the yard, slowly counting and re-counting the tubes of steel the company had ordered the week before. He was nearly done with the third batch when he heard feet crunching in the gravel behind him. Cameron didn't have to turn around to know it was Dan.

"What are you up to, dickhead?"

"Needed a piss."

Cameron glanced over his shoulder, the report in his hand momentarily forgotten. Daniel Had dropped his coveralls down to his thighs and was unzipping his filthy jeans.

"Hey, you know we've got this thing inside, it's called a-"

"Toilet was occupied."

A thin dribble of piss arced from Dan's cock, splattering the ground in front of him. It built up to a strong stream, steaming in the cold winter air. It sparkled as the stream broke apart as it hit the ground, forming a dirty puddle maybe a handspan across. Cameron watched, transfixed.

Daniel finished pissing and stood there, cock in hand, staring down. He sniffled as a breeze picked up, and slowly raised his eyes to Cameron. Cameron was aware of the movement of his shoulder as he slowly jerked his cock, but kept his eye contact.

"If anyone sees us, we're both fucking sacked."

"Yeah. I know." Daniel's voice cracked as he jerked a little faster.

Cameron suddenly realized he couldn't be a day older than 18.

Cameron licked his cracked lips and took a step forward, dropping the clipboard perilously close to the puddle of urine. As if by remote control, his arm came out from his body and he gently pushed Dan's hand away, gripping his cock as the base and slowly jerking it. Dan's eyes closed and he sighed, and a few seconds later, Cameron felt a hand slide into his pocket, searching for the tear that it had found the second week they had worked together. Quickly, cold fingers found his achingly hard prick and DanÕs thumb began to work on his knob.

"Still wanna see that photo?"

"Fuck you", Cameron tried to say, but it came out as a hoarse rasp. In the background, the hydraulic riveting machine kicked into action, joining spans together to form steel framework, and Cameron's fist closed around Daniel's cockhead, his grinding jerks falling in time with the slow rhythmic, pa-CHUNK, pa-CHUNK, of the riveter.

Cameron leaned in, his stubble scratching the baby-smooth skin of Daniel's neck, who flinched and shuddered.

"Get on your knees, mate."

Daniel's eyes opened and his lips half-curled into a smile as he sunk down onto his knees, his cock slick with pre-cum and sliding easily out of Cameron's hand.

The bigger man wiggled his way out of his boiler suit expertly, the hair on his arms spiking up in gooseflesh as his bare arms and neck hit the crisp air. The second his cock was clear from the suit, he spat on his hand and grabbed it, pistoning it hard and fast, his breath short and high in his throat.

Ten seconds. Maybe fifteen. That's how long it took before Cameron sucked his breath back through his teeth in a hiss, his back arching as a thick glob of jizz rocketing through the air and planting itself as a thick smear under Daniel's nose. The second hit the bridge of his nose, and the third hit his forehead at an angle, sliding slowly down until it came to rest above his right eyebrow. Whimpering, Daniel's cock exploded as well, watery spunk hitting the damp ground in a pattering noise like rain on a canvas tent.

Shaking the ringing from his ears, Cameron got his breath back under control. He dressed himself and wiped the remnants of his load on the inside of his pocket. Daniel pulled a grimy tissue out of his pocket and wiped his face down, his own breath still shaky.

"Wicked."

Cameron barked a short laugh, then held his hand out to help Daniel up. As his shaved head came level to Cameron's nose, he leaned in and breathed deeply. To put it bluntly, Daniel reeked of cum.

"Smells good."

Daniel scratched the back of his neck and cocked his head.

"Gonna smell better when it's half a dozen doin' it. See ya Friday night," He disappeared around the corner.

Cameron picked up his clipboard from the ground. He knew Daniel would be go through with it. He wondered if he had the cash to pick up a disposable camera on his way over.