EDGEWATER DR by Mike Austin
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XVI.
The day and night of the Boy's Big Party arrived. Jack was still sore from the hard day's work finishing up the front yard zones before the party across the street got underway and had delivered on that promise to himself. Rightfully so, he deserved praise and congrats and Ben and I heaped it on. I fixed breakfast, French toast, thickly sliced peppered bacon, Ben did scrambled eggs and freshly squeezed OJ and of course there was coffee. We had it almost ready when Jack came in from his suite, shirtless, running shorts, groggy, rubbing his eyes and scratching his well-defined pecs. A couple of yawns from him as he sat down and we set breakfast on the table, then we ate like we'd been the ones doing the hard labor I the yard!!!
He began, "so what's on the agenda for today guys", in between chews of toast, eggs and swigs of coffee or OJ? "Well I'd like to explore your plan for the next phase of the landscape project" I remarked. Ben didn't hesitate, "I'd just like to FINISH your massage".... We laughed and Jack's raised eyebrow left the door open for that idea. "Playtime later, down boy" came Jack's reply and then he went on, "any idea what we're wearing to the party, I mean are these costume type dress up events, slutty type attire, casual or swim trunks"? We looked for answers from each other, shrugged it off and collectively agreed on swim trunks and Ts. Ben was the first to announce he needed a Speedo and wondered if we should all wear matching ones? "Uh, think I'm past the Speedo-wearing days" I remarked, but might look for some new square cuts. Jack stood and advertised the red running shorts he wore, "think these will suffice"? "OH HELL YEAH" came Ben's prompt and grinning reply. The mesh inner liner hardly restrained Jack's pronounced left-hanging cock and balls. "These work, Brad" he posed? I openly stroked the package lovingly, "yeahhhhhhhhhhh" my reply. Jack did a little slow pump in my caress, then grabbed the coffee pot and served refills. I wanted to blow his for breakfast right there. We finished coffee, did KP duty. Jack disappeared to his PC and pulled up the next zones for the landscaping work, sat back and compared his before and after shots of the front yard. As I approached with fresh coffee for both of us, I complimented him again; he grinned back, took the mug of coffee and nuzzled my hip affectionately. I tugged his ear and we played a cat and mouse catchy-feely game for a few seconds before continuing the project review together. I pulled up a chair and we engaged our visit about the work to be done, its cost and staging and the obvious follow-on, "THEN WHAT", Jack's animated question? "Well guess repainting, maybe new roof, then work on the interior, if you're up for those" I shared? "Really, you'd let me do those next" his eager reply? "And a pool" I added. "OH HOLY FUCK YEAH, A POOL" he hollered. "We'll need some tall screening from the immediate neighbors next door, as I intend for there to be nude swim parties if we put in a pool" Jack added. Ben entered, "did I hear nude swim party"? "Brad says we can get a pool and I want naked swim parties" came Jack's quick response, then continued "I gotta get this back yard project in gear and FAST". Clearly the two guys were focused on the pool now, until Ben reminded us we needed new trunks for the party; then Jack stood again hip-pumped the air, "not me I'm all set".
Ben went upstairs to clean up and get ready to go shopping, I followed and surprisingly, Jack came along and joined me in the shower. We soaped and lathered each other, made out, rinsed, re-lathered and he let me suck him slowly in the hot water. His cock felt so great down my throat as did his hands on my head. His steady throat pumping urged my throat-slime production, making it easier to deep fuck to the depths of my throat. His massage of my Adam's Apple elicited deep guttural moans which vibrated on his dick and made him throb even more. It was a delicious cycle of passion' this cocksucker's hedonist dream! In due course, his mounting rhythm and steam had Jack's scrotum sagging low as ever and his passion raged. He tugged me up under my pits, turned me to face the wall, pulled my hips back and fingered me then slid deep inside and fucked me royally in the steam. It had been so long and I was so needy and his heavy, stiff dick filled me with heat, joy and sense of love...... His orgasm brought it all home!!! As he shot, he reached in front of me, gripped my hardon and jacked me to completion. My own orgasm was so extreme that my knees almost buckled and my moans filled the shower!!! Ben's banging on the bedroom door screaming "keep it down in there, some of us are solo", brought an end to our shower fun, but not the memory. Stepping from the shower, I grabbed a large towel, dried Jack then myself and we dressed then went back downstairs. Ben joined us, smiling impishly and announced "I'll drive" waving his keys. "Damn I'm special, get fucked AND chauffeured in the same day" I proclaimed. We left for a popular beach and swimwear store. The place was already filling with vacationers, some regulars I recognized, and some that I knew I'd see later tonight. We made some small talk about the impending party. Ben got cruised more than a bit and reciprocated. Ben emerged in a royal blue speedo with odd white stripes around the waist and leg edges. The leg stripes drew everyone's attention to my nephew's crotch. Thumbs up emerged from several pending party goers and he beamed, I nodded approval and we paid, escaped the throng and made our way west along Ocean Drive in the building heat. I was eager to get home, go through emails, get some bills paid and unwind in prep for the party. The official invitation said the event start time was 1pm, with cocktails and hors d'oeuvres followed by beach party buffet at 6- until...... My god there will be sore heads, asses and skin by the end of this soiree I mused.
My musing was dismissed when I saw the black Mercedes S 560 in my driveway. Ben froze as he saw it, turned to me and mouthed mom and dad? "Play it cool Ben, don't give way any info and Jack is the handyman and PA, that's all you hear me boy" I reiterated. In fact only Mary had come to check on Ben and see if "he'd come to his senses" and we learned that she'd met our handyman/house guy doing front yard work and was intent on learning if Ben had learned his lesson? I didn't invite her to leave or stay, that was Ben's call. When we parked behind the Explorer and stepped into the morning sun, she made her plans known, ultimately disgusted and shocked that her youngest son wasn't ready to "give up this gay life crap" got back in her mobile therapy wagon and sped away. "That was intense" Ben offered as we walked inside. Jack, dressed in camo shorts and under T, came in soon after to recap that he was outside watering the new plantings when this black M-B pulls in the drive, this blonde gets out, ignores me and strides to the front door imperiously, frustrated that no one answers returns to the car and I introduced myself as the yard guy and that the two of you had left a bit earlier and should return before long and offered that she wait inside but she declined and sat on her throne in a huff. "Yep you nailed it, my man, that's my sister-in-law to a tee" I remarked. "How's Ben" Jack asked? "Unclear just yet, but he'll open up about it soon I'm sure" I replied. I began, "By the way, I never.......................", Jack's hand covered my mouth. I grinned, he winked and returned to watering. Coming inside, I found Ben with a bottle of rum and a Coke. He raised the rum bottle to me and I shook my head no and began, "Ben that isn't any solution, I know that upset you, but there's a new life, a new world before you, if they choose not to join you along your new road, that is THEIR choice and loss and not yours" then hugged him softly. He began to cry. I stood beside him, comforted him, then put away the bottle, took his glass of rum and Coke and poured it out. "Well that was a real waste of Coke" he winked and went on "thanks Brad" winked again and went upstairs. I joined him soon after to check on him and caught him watching porn and jacking off. He sort of offered his dick to me in mid jack, as I stood in the open doorway watching my nephew seek relief from his tense family moment. The long furry blonde covered legs stretched to the end of the bed, leading a viewer up to the similar blonde crotch. His head was swollen as he jerked with one hand and tugged his balls with the other. The on-screen orgy had two dad-types sharing their boys. One dad was hard banging his boy while the other dad was being hard banged by his. The joys of being `vers" came to mind. I smiled, felt my dick throb and stiffen, then suddenly flashed to Leroy and his hard jacking in the car and volume of cum he shot from that fine hard black cock. I imagined him screwing Ben on all 4s. Ben being fucked so intensely that he came hands-free and was exhausted afterwards. I imagined Leroy at The Boys' party being a sex stud. Jack sneaked up behind me and whispered, "enjoying the show" dissolving my reverie, now grinning and waving entry to Ben's room with a bow and wrist twist "a la butleresque". "No I need you downstairs for something else" he continued. We turned to go downstairs, the porn action increased, the actors' orgasms neared as did Ben's and as we hit the bottom step, "oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK" and then "sorry" came from my nephew's room. Jack and I shook our heads and laughed.
"I think we need to plan when we're going over" Jack discussed and went on "if we go early we could make our appearance and leave early, OR go later for the dinner buffet and a swim then come back home". "I don't know how long we should plan on staying for either activity" I offered, "you"? "My guess is that Ben will be the star and we should give him his time in the spotlight" I interrupted Jack, "you're not chopped liver my man, those two are as eager to get you in the sack as they are Ben". He rolled his eyes. Ben came down, wrapped in a towel after his clean-up shower, asking about lunch. "Are you a bottomless pit there Ben-O" Jack joked and grabbed his towel-covered butt. Ben shot back as fast, "well Jack-O, you know how deep that is" and we broke into laughter and I added "he's gotcha there Jack-O". Lunch, I thought of Miguel and wondered what he was doing for lunch? "Jack let's take a run to the office and check on Miguel and see if he's ok, I just get a feeling that he's alone and maybe could use a visit", I encouraged, "yeah that works, no reason to HANG around this place anymore, the fireworks and fun's done here", as I grabbed the keys and we climbed in the Stang. Ben snarled back. "I meant to ask Ben his thoughts about party time before we left, can you call him and ask" I asked of Jack? He got on the phone and they went back and forth as we headed to the office. There was no decision.
I hit the gate button and it slid slowly along its track and we pulled in and parked. The wind was stronger here and blew across the lot. A can rattled at the other end of the empty space as we walked to the side door near Miguel's apartment space. I froze. Leroy was waiting for the bus. Since coming in the opposite side of the lot, I was sure he'd not seen us and wouldn't know me in the Stang. Who am I kidding, the top was down and he'd have seen me right off. I quickly entered the door and Jack followed me to Miguel's place and knocked. A radio was playing Tejano music and I knocked again before the door opened. Miguel somewhat surprised at me being there, asked "Mr. Brad, Mr. Jack, something wrong you here TODAY"? I went on, "no Miguel, there's nothing wrong, I just wondered how you were doing, if you needed lunch or had gone to the store, etc; just checking on a friend, My Amigo". He grinned broadly and said he'd not gone to the store yet, and that he'd waxed the lobby floor this morning and the bathroom floors while no one was around. "That settles it then, we'll take you to the store and today your food shopping is on us" I directed. Again, Miguel offered that broad smile and he ran to slip on shoes. I wondered if we'd interrupted a J/O session? "You're doing a good thing here Brad" Jack observed as I handed him the keys to the Stang and asked if he'd go get the car and run it around to the main parking lot entry. All smiles, Jack exited the side door and by the time Miguel and I made it to the main rear entry, Jack was ready and waiting. As I looked out the front doors, I saw the bus pull away and hoped that Leroy was aboard. Miguel hopped behind the driver's seat as I took up the passenger's and offered "onward Mr. Jack". Miguel laughed aloud in the bright sun as we approached the sliding gate, paused, then pulled onto the side street and off to the grocery store. Heading to the store I asked Miguel, "Uh, we didn't interrupt anything back there did we My Amigo", giving him the J/O hand sign? "He smiled "naw naw earlier, did it early today" somewhat embarrassed. "As we were going through the store, I reminded Miguel that within reason, he shouldn't be a hermit there and if he wanted to invite a friend over, that was his call as long as he protected the property. "si si, no amigo, and be safe for the building ALWAYS" came his reply. I trusted this man and we filled the basket, paid, loaded the bags to the backseat and returned to the building, then helped him with his new storehouse before both giving him hugs and leaving. I resumed the passenger seat as we left for home, imaging Miguel naked and stroking his cock off as the Tejano band extolled the joys of lust or of a lost love.
By the time we returned home it was 2, and a few cars were already filling The Boys' back driveway and end of the cul de sac where my property line met theirs. We still had easy access to our drive, but too many more and we might lose access to one side of the extra wide driveway. There was music coming over the tall fence that surrounded the pool, patio and rear yard across the street. I wondered if David and Jackson had reached out to other neighbors with invitations, and hoped for their early attendance vs the anticipated rowdier, evening activities? "I know we've been discussing this but, we may want to go over sooner vs later, just in case they invited the other neighbors before things get out of hand later tonight" I sprang on the guys? Jack agreed and Ben fell in line and sped upstairs as Jack and I hit the shower and cleaned up. We made quite a trio crossing the street, towels over our shoulders toward the festivities, soft rock music, and voices. Ben looked so hot in that blue speedo, shirtless and light brush of blonde chest hair spanning his pecs, flip flops and that large palm designed beach towel. Jack too was stunning; those chiseled pecs, hard nips, sinewy biceps, sparse treasure trail that slid under the waistband of those red running shorts topped with a pure white oversized beach towel and requisite flip flops. I followed in my new dark green square cut trunks and a palm tree print beach shirt and you guessed it, flip flops. A standard issue green and yellow towel hung around my neck as we knocked on the back gate and getting no response, nudged it open and entered.