It was a hot day in the Colorado mountains. I was digging for minerals for my exploration company, NSEW Minerals LLC. I had recently started the company and was determined to make a success of it. My ambition never faltered, even in such a taxing environment. The sun was shining, and I felt content with my career choice as a geologist. Most of the people in this field were young to middle-aged men, and I enjoyed their camaraderie.
As I worked, my mind wandered back to my childhood. At age nineteen, I realized that I was bisexual. Now, I mostly worked alongside my two black technicians, and I could not help being captivated by their dark-skinned, well-developed bodies and obvious bulges in their work jeans. In the heat of the rocky terrain, they had taken off their company-issued shirts, leaving only their white skintight tank-style undershirts. Of course, the shirts were wet with sweat as well, and I was distracted by their muscular physiques.
My other interest at the remote job site was our twenty-five-year-old assistant and payroll clerk Molly. She and I bonded over our common conservative Catholic upbringing. What she did not know at the time was my fear and anxiety over the size of my cock. I was often ashamed and embarrassed by my size. I was always the smallest member of my family and often found solace in watching porn. On more than one occasion my brother and father caught me in the act of masturbating to images of large back penises. The scenes were mostly of black men having primal sex with white women.
When my technicians Johnny and Shane came into the trailer to turn in their timecards, I noticed Molly's attention shifted immediately from me to them. My small cock shriveled up, and I could not help but feel inferior to these black gods. Our working relationship did not deter me from flirting with and eventually dating Molly. But I could not get over the feeling that she was also being bedded by the two black men.
The mountain area where we were exploring had few accommodations other than a roadside motel. My entire crew was staying there. It was inevitable that our paths crossed during off hours. One night, Molly and I were relaxing in the small hot tub near the motel's pool. Shane and Johnny were sitting in lounge chairs drinking and talking too loudly about missing their lady friends back home. I realized that Molly had not given me a second look all evening in my baggy swim trunks. She called the guys over to join us. They slid off their jeans. Johnny was wearing boxers, but Shane was commando. My cock got instantly hard seeing his that looked about five times the size of mine and thicker than the beer can he was holding. Both men squeezed on either side of Molly, pushing me aside. The scene was just like the cuckold porn I had watched.
Molly looked at me.
"Is this ok with you?" she asked.
I fumbled for words to say "yes" but still be cool. "Uh, sure."
Shane and Johnny had no inhibitions and knew how to "get busy" as they said. They had her swimsuit top untied and off in about three seconds. I saw Johnny's swimsuit float to the top, and he threw it out of the tub.
