EDGEWATER DR by Mike Austin
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XV.
It was a quiet Thursday night after supper and dessert. The guys were ensconced in a series of PBS documentaries and I was upstairs paying bills in the office. I sat back reflecting on the day, on Leroy, on Jack and Ben and wondered if Peter or Mary would ever accept their youngest son back? I wondered about adopting him legally or if I should pursue guardianship, not likely an option as he was sound of mind and had family AND was of legal age. I ditched the idea but wanted to examine my options for both Ben AND Jack, after.....well, for the future. I knew that Brandon would likely become Peter and Mary's sole beneficiary at this juncture and I wanted Ben to be protected. Jack brought me a short cappuccino and joined me with one of his own. Ben had begun a shower and the new house-dynamic seemed to be working out well enough. Jack began, "were you surprised at finding me and Ben"? "Nope not really and glad you two are getting along as well as you do" I replied. "I was glad you let me join in" I continued, "and even happier to be finger-fed your cum". He grinned, winked and went downstairs with our empty cups.
Friday arrived. The heat was already intense as Ben and I headed to the office. He was going to Shipleys' for boxes of donuts for the staff and I made my way to the cleaners and then on to work. It was a pre-holiday weekend but half my staff had planned to work today and the other half planned to take Tuesday off, so that everyone would get a 4-day, long weekend and we could still be in operation on Friday and Tuesday. Of course The Boys' party was this Saturday night so Jack's focus was the front yard project and I knew he'd be a hard-ass with Jesus and his crew if things didn't look 100% before they left for the day. Ben arrived with the donuts and everyone was delighted and in good spirits.
Taking a cup of coffee and couple of donuts to my office and just getting into my emails and business day, the receptionist buzzed me that I had guests in the lobby. She led them to my office and I greeted them and learned that Peter had called for an audit of the business files as was his right as a minor stockholder. I fumed but acknowledged their role and responsibility, gave them access to set-up their work area in one of the vacant offices, introduced the lead auditor, Jeffrey Smith, what a dull man, to Ben, Peter's son, and told them that Ben would be their interface to me for any requests. I then met with Ben to advise him to "get whatever requests they had in writing and provide nothing in return without clearing it with me first". I reminded him who had initiated the audit and while we had nothing to withhold or conceal, that I wasn't making Peter's vengeful audit easy either. It needed to cost Peter as much as was realistic. I reminded Ben, "YOU need to SHINE my boy and they need to see it and carry that message back to their client". I then told the receptionist I had meetings out of the office, repeated it to Mr. Jeffrey Smith, hit the elevator button and vanished. Once in the Explorer, I fumed some and then some more. I drove to the non-profit shelter warehouse and did some manual work helping with assembling bags of goods, clothing and supplies for about an hour, then made my way to the house and found my MAN shirtless and covered in debris from plantings and sweating like a hog in the morning heat and humidity. Jack looked amazing. Jesus saw me and waved, came forward with Jack and complimented Jack on his hard work and the plan and understood they needed the work out front completed by end of day and that it would be, even if they had to work over. I nodded agreement and thanked him for everything and nodded for Jack to step aside a minute. I set about covering the audit and source and that I made sure the lead auditor knew that Ben was the interface to me and that all requests should, flow through him to me. "I can tell you're pissed but proud of Ben and are counting on the auditor guy passing that back to Peter", Jack concluded. I smirked and nodded, then went inside and fixed a frozen margarita. It wasn't even noon yet.
Ben shot me a text of initial materials the auditors wanted and I agreed. He set about working up the files and emailing the response to them so that we'd have a record of their request and our response. I called Ben and told him to advise them he had a meeting to attend at 4pm and would need to leave by 3:30 and be sure they knew our office closed promptly at 5, especially on a holiday weekend. We'd see them Tuesday morning. I knew he'd fly his fine ass here as soon as the clock hit 3:30 and chuckled to myself. Ben arrived about 10 til 4, tense and rattled on all about the day as he undressed in the hallway outside my office. I sipped my glass of wine, took in his recap, told him to spin around, he looked quizzical but did it, and I reminded him that he had a fine ass! "Brad, MY ASS- aren't you concerned, nervous, pissed off about what dad's done and the grief he's causing all for fuckin ZIP" he blew out? "Concerned, nervous NO, pissed off and FINE ASS, ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY", my retort. I sat the glass down walked to him, sucked his tongue into my mouth and stroked down his spine then grabbed his glutes and pumped them. The intensity of his response was overwhelming as his arms reached around me, his hands explored up and down my back, my shoulders, biceps, then he disengaged and silently mouthed "JACK"? I remarked "Jack is Jack to us both, he'll be here I hope, for a very, long time and while he's here I want you two to enjoy each other as fully as possible; he's an incredible man", I closed, returned to my desk chair, looked up at Ben and continued "and I need to ensure he knows that FROM ME".
I began some non-profit correspondence, wrapped it up, went downstairs and saw Jesus' crew placing the final boulder at the western edge of the property adjacent to The Boys' property line. Jesus had stripped off his shirt and the Latin Stallion showed his powerful arms and pecs. How many J/O sessions of mine had he starred in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I admitted. Jack looked like a whipped dog so tired and soaked and after the boulder was set, he and Jesus high-fived each other and began the final clean-up, while the crew began loading the equipment on their trailers. It would be another week before they'd return with the materials and plant supplies for the next phase so Jack could rest some on his laurels and accomplishments though I knew he wouldn't before the project was completed. Ben joined me and asked about dinner? I knew that Jack wouldn't go out after the grueling day in the heat and suggested to Ben that we order in and would he pick it up if I ordered for us? He agreed, just asking where and I deferred to Jack's choice when he entered, as the last trailer pulled away and he and Jesus had waved thanks and good-byes again. Explaining my supper idea, Jack nodded agreement and climbed the stairs to my shower; knowing the 12 jets would ease the soreness from his wracked body faster than anything. I asked if he wanted a drink, "not now" came his sole reply. His shoulders stooped forward as he trudged up each stair, one sore step after another. Knowing Jack's love of Tex-Mex I ordered his favorites and our respective ones from Mi Ranchito; got their estimated prep time and paid the fee then gave Ben the details and I got on getting the place settings out. Jack's long shower ended and he slogged downstairs, leaned against me. I wrapped him in my arms and kissed him lovingly, he just hung against me and it was comforting to know I could give him the level of intimacy of support he didn't allow others or many others to share. We stood in the kitchen at the end of the bar until Ben returned with boxes of food. I was firm and pointed to Jack's chair, "SIT" he grinned up and did so. Ben and I took turns putting out food and helping set Jack's order in front of the man we both adored. While perhaps for different reasons, he'd become our core focus. I wondered if he knew that and if he'd been loved that way before? I offered a salute and toast to the PROJECT MASTER for getting the project developed, begun and Phase 1, completed in a week and IN TIME. Jack beamed, slugged our shoulders and mouthed his thanks. "Do you really like it, Brad" he queried? "Like it, WTF you mean LIKE IT; you've done more out there in a week than I had since mom died, no thanks to my fucking brother" I went on. "You ARE THE MAN" I continued and Ben led off with another round of toasts and salutes. We had light chats as we ate, finished the meal, then Ben suggested he give Jack a massage. "OOOOOOOH I LIKE THIS ATTENTION" came Jack's response. "Anything you need bossman" Ben offered to Jack. "I think I'm way too tired for anything more than a good massage right now, but lemme have a raincheck on the rest", he winked and replied, we all laughed, as I scooped ice cream. The pair headed out to Jack's suite and When I brought in the ice cream dishes, Ben was straddling Jack's ass and slowly massaging his upper torso, shoulders, arms, then his lats and I threw a raging hardon holding the tray of ice cream dishes in one hand and door knob with the other. "OMG the fuckin hot stud imagery before me" I exclaimed. Jack raised his head a bit, smiled and told me to "set the tray down on the table and watch if you want". He then settled back into the relaxing massage. Ben faced me and grinned as he continued massaging the man we both loved.
Ben continued until Jack had drifted off to sleep. He slowly dismounted and Jack barely stirred a muscle. I sat the bowl of ice cream in the freezer unit of the small refrigerator and we both left our man snoozing. Once back in the house, Ben and I finished our ice cream, rinsed the bowls and went upstairs. We found ourselves in my bed, slowly making out. I caressed his fine glutes, played with his ring and bit teasing I, wet my fingers and probed my nephew slowly, lovingly. In no time he rolled over, tugged both legs back gripping his calfs to display that beautiful blonde hole. I chowed down on my nephew as he held himself open for me. The deeper I rimmed him the more he groaned and the louder those became. When I slid two fingers in to stroke his gland he rolled his head back and the third one stroking him brought him off like a gusher. I love hands free orgasms and Ben's were passionate and very productive. He panted more just before he shot off, than I'd ever heard him. The massage must have worked him into a frenzy. He reached for my hardon and just as he began stroking my Jack light came on and I pulled away. What Ben and Jack did was theirs. What happens to me is Jack's and I moved to my side of the bed, crawled beneath the sheets and drifted asleep, horny as hell, especially with Ben next to me, but content that I'd found the man for my life in Jack.