EDGEWATER DR by Mike Austin
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XXI.
The rains began in the early hours of Thursday morning. Jack was already awake and up, looking at the street and his rain-soaked `Brutus'. Sipping a cup of coffee, I gripped his shoulder lovingly and offered "we'll get the carport done so this doesn't happen again many times", then added "you better call off Jesus as it looks like this will go on all day, but discuss the carport plan with him anyway". Jack turned to me, wrapped his arms around my waist, put his head on my chest and nuzzled me softly; as the rain and thunder roared away outside. Ben interrupted our private time coming down for his first cup of coffee, attired at least in his boxer briefs that clung to his fine ass. "You got time for breakfast or an early session or meeting somewhere" Jack asked of me. I shook my head dreamily, no and continued sipping my coffee.
Jack joined me with a cup and called Jesus to delay the work but opened the carport plan discussion, he closed with "that works fine for me if you want to"? Jack said that "Jesus was about to call me about rescheduling and then after I mentioned the carport idea, said he'd like to come by anyway and scope out the layout we had in mind, so figured he was welcome to come over". He then went on, "how `bout French Toast", knowing it was one of my favorite breakfasts, I grinned full face wide. Ben came down dressed and said he'd see me at the office in a bit, he'd run by Shipley's for donuts for the staff and those grim reaper auditors, to which I replied, "Ben they're doing a job, just like we do, it's business and I got my point across to Jeff yesterday in our meeting and doubt there'll be any issues arise that his client can act on or demonstrate concern, his client may well have spent a boat load on a No Reply audit" at which point Ben remarked, "I hope so Unc, you know dad when he gets a stone in his boot", grabbed his keys, waved and was gone. Jack was quiet through that exchange then asked, "you really sure about the audit findings and stuff" and "not gonna be any problems" and made the gesture between me and him? I shook my head lovingly, no.
The breakfast meal hit the spot. Jack shooed me upstairs to go "earn some mo money, I need to go shoppin for new duds to drive around in Brutus" and began his kitchen clean up. I got dressed then headed out, and coming down Edgewater, met Jesus's truck and exchanged waves and went on. I thought, he certainly didn't waste time getting to meet with Jack about the carport. Stopped at the corner of Ocean and Country Club, as I remembered that sight of Jesus, shirtless and built like a bull. The honking car behind me stunned me from my dream state. The morning drive along Ocean into town always calmed me, provided a respite and prepped me for the day ahead. I knew I had a busy schedule of tenant meetings, handling any of Jeff Smith's audit requests, a few calls with the board members from a couple of non-profits as I noted tasks of importance and then the prospect of a conversation with Leroy again, filled my mind before realizing I was turning into the parking lot at the office. I waved at Miguel as he was blowing the sidewalk around the site, following the early morning work by the landscapers; even though they blew debris away from the doors, Miguel took special pride in following up "just in case they missed anything or left a mess"....................................... The distant image of the blower extending downward from his mid-torso appeared as a massive cock outstretched available for use and pleasure. But he's a bottom, I thought to myself as I stepped into the cool lobby from the morning sun and climbing temps. At that moment Jeff Smith asked me to hold the elevator then joined me in the ride up to the 3rd floor, clutching his coffee cup in one hand and balancing his laptop bag on the other shoulder; made some small talk about the building heat, as we both left the elevator, him going his way and me, mine.
Ben joined me in the office and brought in a token donut, then ate it when he recalled my already having breakfast. We began the prep for our first tenant meeting, then I outlined my day for him and made sure he visited with Jeff Smith at least this morning and afternoon to remain courteous and available. Ben's hot butt was the final image as he left my office and I began my fist of two back-to-back calls with non-profits. That was followed by the first tenant meeting and then time to return some calls before the next tenant meeting. I had time before lunch, to schedule a massage with a tenant out at the northside property late that afternoon. Gregorio and I met along the Shoreline cruise, just as I had with Jack. To my surprise and delight, he was a registered massage therapist, "moonlighting" for extra cash that night several years ago now, and gave me an excellent massage and deep throat massage with his majestic tool to an avid cocksucker. After several follow-on sessions, I convinced him about opening a small official suite and referred several gay and straight friends his way, to maintain that lease with me and deliver excellent massage services. Gregorio always appreciated the business boost I gave him and the tips his grateful patrons lavished his way as well. The happy endings he punctuated my massage with were always cum filled and left me relaxed and cum-satisfied. No doubt the afternoon massage would produce another load of sperm being thrust down my eager throat. Lunch was a light eat-in event, as I didn't want anything too filling as I planned to really enjoy Gregorio and didn't want a feeling of being full in advance. Ben brought in salads and we ate at the conference table prior to our next tenant meeting and then reviewed some construction bids when I recalled my pending call to Juan about the carport at home. I had just enough time before the tenant, to try Juan; who answered after the first ring. I explained the carport plan and he said when they would wrap up the job they were on and could be back to do our work in two weeks. "Any sooner" I pleaded, then explained how Jack and Ben each had new vehicles and hoped to avoid them being outdoors too long? He agreed to try and I agreed to making it worthwhile, we both chuckled and then I added, "you know Miguel misses you too" which brought on deep belly laughs from Juan. He agreed to call back and we closed our chat, and I could rest easy knowing I'd not dropped the ball when I got home tonight. The tenant meeting seemed to drag on much longer than it should have. At one point I felt they were intentionally trying to wear me down. I stood up, paced a bit, stretched and suggested they review the offer I'd made. I went on to add that I had another party looking for a similar space at a property farther away that was less money but knew that party would prefer the space near town that was under discussion. If they'd care to relocate and incur those moving costs and inconvenience then I had a prospect for their suite at the present and was giving them an early option to renew. The choice was theirs and suggested I get their decision by end of business Monday, giving them two business days and the weekend to evaluate their options. I thanked them for their time, shook hands and wrestled them out of the office. I of course had no prospect, but they didn't need to know that. After returning a few more calls, I checked out with Ben and the receptionist and headed out. Leroy was not out at the bus stop and figured it was too early for him to be off work, that he would not distract me into another "conversation", and I was free to get my massage and some Gregorio dick. En route to Gregorio my cell rang and Juan was reporting back that they could be t my place in 10 days. I thanked him, told him to put 10% on his estimate for expedited service and that I'd get Jack to email a CAD file of the proposed structure. We agreed and closed our call almost as I pulled into the northside property.
Entering the cool and serene suite that was Gregorio's `Therapy Center', soft new age music filled the waiting room that was painted in a pale wedgewood blue with beige trim anchored by a tea and juice bar at one end and a row of standing plants at the other. A set of 4 matching tan leather chairs faced each other in the center. Two sets of doors led from the waiting room, one to a restroom which had an exit door to a changing room/small office set up and then into the massage room; the other door from the waiting room led directly into massage room. Joyce Grassio, neighbor from the party, exited the massage room looking refreshed and a bit disoriented, greeted me with "he's just awesome and so very glad you turned me onto Gregorio, see ya neighbor" then disappeared in the afternoon sun. Soon Gregorio came out to meet me, shook hands, suggested I use the facility and change, admitted I was his last appointment as he locked the door and flipped the Open to Closed sign on the door then busied himself in the massage room as I peed, stripped then joined him and climbed on the massage table.
We made some small talk, informed him off added focus/stress points that needed his attention he got underway. The routine start at the top of my head always lulled me into a restful zone. It was odd how massaging my put me in either a relaxed state or cock-craved one depending on the situation. I commented that he sure had a fan in Joyce, and he replied "and others thanks to you" then worked his hands down my neck slowly. The routine massage continued as Gregorio covered stress areas and routine work while I faced down, head in the support bracket, then on my back, with him again beginning at my head and working down. I was lost in his touch. The light tone chimed and I knew my session had ended. He asked if I felt better and "needed any extra work". With my eyes closed, I just smiled; knowing it was now playtime. He moved to the edge of the table, slowly rubbed his crotch in my right hand, I felt his full crotch and while my eyes were closed, envisioned his beautiful thick, veiny uncut cock with that enormous head and slit, as well as those two heavy balls that filled his low-hanging sack. I recalled those hard well-developed pecs with those dark nipples and the brush of hair that linked them together before heading south to his abs and downward to his thick pubes. His hips rocked a bit, slowly pumping his crotch to my hand and filling my palm with more of his heated crotch. Taking each nipple in his hands, he cranked mine and teased moans from me. My eyes remained closed as this man worked me to a frenzy. From my nips, he gripped my swollen balls and began a jackoff of them while my moans grew more intense. He knew how much I enjoyed my balls being worked over and pulled them and my sack up and away from my torso and just as timely, ceased and slapped my cock into submission from becoming rock hard. Just as immediately, he gripped my dick and began a slow sensual jack and stroke session until pre-cum flooded from my slit; then just as abruptly, whacked my cock soft again. He placed one hand over my eyes and mouth, then resumed his slow jack and whack routine over and over again until I thought I might cum with the next dick slap. Uncovering my eyes and using both hands to work me over, he told me "beg to cum now Brad, beg me" knowing how much I craved begging and humiliation. While fighting off the urge to comply, I struggled to withhold my orgasm, flashed to Leroy and his working me, to Jack and the love/lust bond we shared, flashed open my eyes to find Gregorio's hard cock next to my face at the table's edge, "please sir, your cum Sir, PLEASE" closed my eyes and felt his hard cock shoved in my mouth and down my throat. In less than a few throat pumps he flooded my guts with his hot cum. Panting, he withdrew, as I lapped the last of his sperm from his slit and dickhead; looked up and grinned then dressed, paid the massage bill and left my Therapist a handsome tip. Driving home I reflected on the day and its achievements; then having been massaged and toyed with, jacked and teased, then fed rich stud sperm suddenly found myself pulling into my carport space on Edgewater Dr. I was amazed and totally unaware of making that drive from northside. I felt the deep ball pain and hardon and worked to restore my composure and join Jack inside.