EDGEWATER DR by Mike Austin
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XI.
The Monday morning alarm stirred us awake. The rains pounded the house. Jack got up, peed then disappeared downstairs. Ben's morning hard-on rubbed my leg as he nuzzled his head in my pillow. My cell broke the reverie. Miguel reported some flooding and water blowing in the dock door and what he'd done to try and control it, but he needed help. I told him to sit tight and I'd get some help headed to him and gave him Juan and Rodrigo's names, then dialed Juan's number, gave him the need and address and the contact there. He reported they couldn't work at the northside property anyway and would head to the office building right then. I then set about waking the sleeping Ben and told him it was an all hands on deck day and to get up and get ready. We met Jack downstairs and shared coffee, some biscuits and bacon and while I did the KP duty, Jack got cleaned up as well and we three left for the office building and the unknown there. The morning news revealed a small tropical storm had formed yesterday and overnight, was just sitting of the coast, pumping rains onshore. The drive was blustery and rains came in sheets. Some low spots were already flooded but we made it to the building. Of course no tenants were there, but Juan and Rodrigo had arrived and we found them and Miguel trying to block the areas/gaps around the roll up dock doors where the rain was being driven in by the strong winds. That had been a Spring project that I never got around to getting scheduled and was now paying for it. Juan advised that they could stop the rain in, but couldn't do any repairs until the rains ended. Ben stepped away from the flurry of activity once the guys and Jack had gotten the main blow-in areas stabilized. I sent Ben upstairs to make coffee for everyone, got the repairs game plan from Juan and Rodrigo, Miguel continued mopping the floors and Jack began tearing the heavy plastic sheeting to place on the interior side of the rolls of textiles that had been abandoned by a previous tenant that we had used to plug-up the gaps. At least Jack's plastic solution if it held, would prevent any further rains from getting inside the dock area. All of them were soaked and I suggested they shower and as there were no tenants around, could drop their wet clothes in the washer/dryer set up over in the handyman room and that Ben was making coffee and thought I had some donuts left over from a meeting the previous week in my refrigerator upstairs. Juan, Miguel and Rodrigo headed to the handyman room shower and washer/dryer. Jack sat there looking at me, soaked and I told him he should use my shower in the office, "and what do I put on after that" came his terse request? "Your birthday suit is attractive", I grinned; he scowled then went to the office and climbed in the shower. Ben emerged with 2 pots of coffee and had found the doz remaining donuts I mentioned as all met in my conference room. I was overwhelmed in deed. There sat in towels, Juan, Miguel, Rodrigo and Jack; Ben and I were dressed and I wondered if Juan or Rodrigo had told my story to Miguel? Jack's tattoo flexed each time he raised the mug of coffee or reached for a donut. My dick throbbed. We sat in almost silence as the rains roared outside and the wind drove sheets of it against the windows. "No leaks here" Ben remarked to the group, then we all broke into laughter. After about 20 minutes, Miguel stood and suggested to Juan that "the wash might be ready" and they both headed downstairs. Rodrigo strained his arms above his head, showing off his chest and upper torso, stretched and leaned back slowly in the black Herman Miller Conference Room Chair. As he did, his towel popped free around his waist. When he rose to get more coffee, the towel fell free and he quickly bunched it about his waist again as he glanced quickly to me. I raised my arms wide and glanced to Ben and Jack, with a no harm no foul gesture, he released the towel and let it fall to the floor then walked to the coffee pots to refill his cup. He stood against the built-in shelf beneath the windows, his nude torso framed by the lightning and storm raging outside. My dick was a raging storm in my jeans. Juan and Miguel had been gone far longer than it might take to move one set of laundry to the dryer replace the wash with new clothes. Ben was tense and I felt he wanted to see more of Rodrigo; when Jack again took charge. Jack moved behind Ben, massaged his shoulders and reassured him that things would be ok, as he nodded approval to Rodrigo that it was ok to join in their touchy feely scene. Rodrigo moved to them as Jack rotated Ben's chair to face Rodrigo. Jack stroked Rodrigo's thick cock with one hand and guided Ben's head to Rodrigo's cock with his other. In a tense but sensual scene, Ben looked first to me, I nodded; then up to Jack, who also nodded and finally up to Rodrigo, before swallowing slowly at first then growing more aggressive sucking the thick Latin stud. Rodrigo face fucked my nephew just as he'd done to me. His brilliant grin showed he was enjoying Ben's mouth and the head he was getting. The two errant laundry guys returned to find an orgy in session. Jack was feeding me his thick hard dick, the storm roared outside. Rodrigo held Ben's head and was hammering his dick down Ben's throat. The moans inside the room merged with the storm roaring outside to a real pandemonium. Juan bent Miguel over the edge of the conference table and began rimming the wiry Latin stud, obviously AGAIN, I noted when bent next to me, saw that Miguel's ring was already puffy and wet and no doubt had already been used downstairs. In no time, Juan stood and pegged Miguel and a roll of Spanish emerged as he tilted his head back over his shoulder and grimaced taking Juan's long dick slow and steady like a trooper. Rodrigo was the first to cum, then Ben who'd taken to jacking off as he blew the R-man. Juan came next, followed quickly by Miguel. Jack roared and shot his ropes of dick syrup down me and I didn't miss a drop and cleaned him well afterwards. Exhausted, Ben stood, made more coffee and we 6 gulped every last drop before Miguel grabbed Jack's wet clothing and disappeared downstairs to retrieve their sets of dry clothing and put Jack's in to dry. I was so horny, but had not received Jack's ok yet. He grinned and stroked my neck in approval of the blow job and more. Redressed, we all went to check the dock area and leaks. The storm was beginning to subside. I was still eager for more dick. We were all hungry at this point. Miguel offered 2 pizzas he had. Raising my hand I speed dialed Mi Ranchito to see if they were open or not. Nodding yes, I suggested we get ToGo from there as it would be fast and they all agreed. Miguel was hesitant as I knew he'd not had much extra cash and I assured all that the meal was on me. You could see the relief on Miguel's face. Placing the order and paying by credit card, they gave me a target time the meals would be ready. I tossed the keys to Jack who summoned Ben to join him and they headed to get the food. That gave me time to visit with the other 3 here. I started with Rodrigo, asked about the sort of blow job my nephew had given him? He nodded a grinning approval and offered, "but not as good as you Senor Brad". I moved next to Juan, "so how did you two figure out, ya know..."? Miguel got embarrassed as Juan replied "he had just brushed against that fine culo (ass) and Miguel pushed back and ya know it was on". After some routine talks and tales, the food arrived, with extra flour tortillas and salsa as ordered. I put on some soft rock and we ate with minimal chatter.
After the late lunch and activities of the morning, we were all a bit worn out. I then went on to talk business and asked Juan and Rodrigo if they could stay an extra week to both finish the concrete dumpster pad task at northside and do this loading dock roll-up door repair work? They made a call to the next client who had no problem with the requested delay in their own project so the schedule would work out. I asked them for a prelim estimate by end of business the next day; they both agreed to it. Juan went on to invite Miguel back to their room for the night and agreed to bring him back here early Tuesday morning before the tenants began to arrive. Hopefully the storm would have totally cleared by Tuesday anyway so all would be back on a routine. Ben, Jack and I headed home as the other 3 left for the Super 8 motel. I was already playing out that three-way in silence as Jack steered us back to Edgewater Drive.