EDGEWATER DR by Mike Austin
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IV.
After giving Jack a 30 minute blow job on a full stomach I might add, we both drifted off. He woke about 8 and his stirring hard dick woke me soon after. One more gobble session and we were both done in. I showered, he threw on his lycra shorts and T and started downstairs. I heard him on the stairs, went out to ask and discovered him dressed, "what the fuck, where are you going now"? "I'm going to my suite'" he replied and continued down the stairs. Wrapped in a towel, I followed asking and telling, "you know there's really no reason to go back over there is there"? He turned, looked down at his crotch then back at me and offered, "you got 4 good loads from me today, isn't that enough"? To which I replied, "well all I was saying is there's no NEED for you to go there, you can sleep up here" and nodded to my room. "Let's keep it above board for now, you get me a few times and each night I crawl back in my bed' alone for now" he closed, winked and headed out the door. It dawned on me that the side room, `his suite' had always had a separate key lock. I headed down the rest of the way, dug in the cabinet and found another key to the side room and still wrapped in a towel, crossed the carport and knocked. He answered the door, already naked and I handed him the key. "Yours", turned and walked away leaving him standing in the pool of light from out in the carport. I slept the sleep of my life it seemed. When I woke Monday morning, it almost felt like a dream and I thought, oh fuck he has no way to get inside here, and made my way downstairs. Jack was nowhere to be seen in the carport. I started the coffee, climbed the stairs and threw on some shorts, back down and found him sitting at the table on the patio with a "Coke". Opening the door, I began, "sorry" and he stopped me, walked inside, put the "Coke" down, put his hands on my shoulders and locked my eyes to his, "now suck my dick". I did and he blew a morning load down my throat that jump-started my day. Back in the kitchen, I reached for the cabinet drawer again and pulled out another key, "guess you need one of these too" turned and handed it to him, then asked about breakfast and while I was cooking, told him I had a couple of meetings this morning and it should give him time to get his plant ideas together, "then we might make a run over to Gill's to look at your list of plantings and hardscapes to begin getting them to price the materials"; he sat and beamed. Breakfast over, he started doing the dishes, I paused then went upstairs to dress for my meetings. I returned and he was at the PC reviewing his material and told me he was going to begin weeding the front bed and asked about what time I might be "home", my heart jumped, so he could be ready. We discussed times and I headed out, made the drive to the real office downtown and then met the contractor at the Leopard Street property to review his bid, my scope of work and some Change Orders I'd drafted over the weekend, when not swallowing Jack's cum.
The meetings went well. I had ample time to take Ocean Drive home, and enjoy the sunshine and bay. I'd wondered about Jack and how he was making out. I thought about getting him a track phone to keep in touch, then remembered another phone and another guy and settled on a Track Phone this time, until.... I stopped at the cell store, bought the TracPhone, set up the account and got it activated. The clerk was fucking hot as hell; then I flashed to Jack and the reason I was buying the phone. When I pulled in, Jack was retrieving the mail, offered, "hope sandwiches and chips are ok for lunch, I figured not too heavy"? We sat, ate, complimented him on starting the front bed weeding, scanned the mail and asked if he was ready to head out? He winked, took a quick piss and was back in a flash ready to leave. "Wait, I don't have any place else to go, let me go change, be right back" I announced. I returned in cargo shorts, a golf shirt and topsiders ready to tackle the challenges of Gill's Garden Center. The drive to Gill's was plagued with road delays, but we got there in ample time as they close at 6. "Mr. Sparks, so glad to see you again; any problems with your Leopard Street job; how can we help you today", Jesus asked? I introduced Jack and Jesus and told Jesus that Jack was my new right-hand go-to guy and he was going to start out doing some jobs at my place and then would grow into working more with them on exterior stuff, to give me more time to focus on other work. I could almost see Jack's hard chest pop out, with that announcement. "Sure, sure, Mr. Jack what do you need", Jesus asked? I admired some blooming plants. The afternoon heat and building humidity urged me inside where it was cooler. After an hour, my butt was sore; I stood and in walk the guys, laughing aloud like old friends. I thought, this is a costly friendship no doubt and chuckled to myself. Jesus admitted that the list was big and that they didn't have all the stock Mr. Jack was specifying, but they could order it without a problem. He went on to say that you guys would decide on a schedule and let him know, but that most things are available and can be delivered within 2 weeks of the order. I looked to Jack, he nodded and we three shook hands and I closed, "then it's a go, Jesus give Jack a card, he'll get back with you to place the order and the Purchase Order # is 6073". He made note of it and reconfirmed that he'd hear from Jack to place the order and reconfirmed the PO#. "Oh and Jesus, Jack's cell number is.................I trailed it off to Jesus who added it to the note about the PO. At the Explorer, I opened the passenger door the driver, handed Jack the bag with the phone and accessories and offered, "don't call China". He was awed and began digging through the bag and packaging. He was lost in the phone features and accessories and unaware as we pulled into the parking lot. He looked up, tilted his head a bit, "Marble Slab Creamery Gonzo", I grinned. We went in, ordered chocolate hot fudge sundaes, sat there and ate them down, Jack clasped his new phone. "We'll see about a better one in a bit, but for now, this should meet the need" I shared. His gaze was inspired. I'm sure it was sincere, at least I hope it was/is.
On the drive home, he would stare at the phone, then me, outside, then me, then the phone. What was he thinking?
Our homecoming was greeted with a wave from both David and Jackson who were oddly enough at home on a weekday afternoon. They were normally not home before 7 or 8 pm Mon-Thurs, either at the gym, dining out, etc but here they were on a Monday evening and waving. "My you have gathered a fan club" I shared with Jack. "I know what they want and it's not for us to have steaks and a salad, they want to share meat alright, yours" I closed and pulled into the carport. "Head into your suite and I'll head in the house and let's play with em a bit to see what they do", I suggested and Jack grabbed his bag and dug his keys from his pocket and made a dash for his door; I casually unlocked the door to the house and flipped on some lights, went upstairs and repeated the routine and glanced at the pair across the street. They were dangling with anticipation, waiting at the curb to see who would go where first in our place, making vein attempts to look busy; it was funny as fuck. I called Jack, he answered tentatively and I told him to play it out some more. He said, "nope I got a better idea" and hung up. The little fuck grabbed a chaise lounge from the back wall of his suite' and set it up in his side yard, out of sight of car traffic along the side yard but in plain view of "the boys", he called me to report. I went out the patio and walked along the back yard side of the carport and watched as the little fucker, stripped and lay on the chaise for their full view. The boys' went berserk and made an effort to rake leaves closer and closer to our shared property line for a better view. It was the first time I'd ever seen any yard tool in their hands. Jack made one more teasing move, reaching for the garden house, raised it over his head and let it run down his torso. I could almost hear them cumming across the street. When he heard me laugh a little, Jack turned around, bent over and shut off the water, then disappeared back inside his suite. He popped his head out the back window laughing and said, "you fuck, I couldn't do it any longer before I thought I'd laugh my ass off and then when I heard you go off, I had to stop and come in". "Ok ok I'll go back inside, I closed and left for the patio. It was funny as fuck I thought, those pompous asses. I heard the back door open, Jack came through to the den PC where I was sitting before he spun me around in the desk chair and mock fucked the air. "Oh that would have put them over the edge, you little fucker you", I admitted.
"Brad, you really are amazing and I can't thank you enough for all you've already done for me", he almost whispered. My snide remark, "oh you mean getting 4 cum loads from you"? No, you dick", he laughed, then added "what's for supper"? He continued, "do you know how good you made me feel at the garden place when you introduced me to Jesus and then at the end gave me the ok to order stuff and THEN handed me a phone"? "Let me tell you, no one has EVER made me feel important like that", he turned and made for the kitchen. I walked behind him, wrapped my arms around him, squeezed and whispered "you make me feel pretty damn good too", reached for his crotch "and not just with this". "How bout we order pizza, I don't feel like cooking and doubt you do either, after all you did MAKE LUNCH", I grinned and he reached for my shoulders, "you need this I know" and pressed me to my knees. "Before we start, where's a to go menu for the pizza joint" I nodded to the fridge door, he took it off the magnet and while he was looking at it, I mouthed his crotch and mumbled "Large #7", he dialed the pizza place from his phone and was placing the order as I hauled his heavy dick from his shorts and gave him the 20 minute blow job I knew it would take for the pizza delivery. Jack shot his load about 5 minutes before the delivery guide buzzed. I was still lapping Jack's dickhead, reached in my wallet and pulled a $20 and $10 out, gave it to Jack, who stood behind the door, handed off the cash and took hold of the pizza, his dick still stuck out from his fly. "That was wild" he exclaimed, then we sat at the bar and devoured the large #7. I'd not given him time to jack his dick in my mouth, just began to suck and deepthroat him. It must have been the excitement of being in the kitchen, getting a blow job while ordering pizza, knowing the boys were still across the street wondering, that made him so horny.!!! And brought on his massive cumload!!!!
We paused, agreed on some tv; then kicked back and watched a few PBS items, before I told him was time for me to turn in and be sure to turn off the tv when he went to bed. I made for the stairs and told him g'night. His reply was prompt, "be up in a few" and said nothing more. The PBS commercials were the last thing I heard before Jack's rustle of the bed linens, as he crawled in beside me.
I snuggled closely to him. He responded; touching my chest, tweaking my nips, guided my had to his hard-on, which he pumped in my hand. His copious pre-cum coated the edge of my index finger and thumb and I stroked him slowly. His slow hand fuck urged him farther. He raised the linens with one hand and slowly guided my head with the other, "blow me Brad" his only remarks. I mouthed his dick. My wide-open mouth teased his head, his base, and back of my tongue teased his head before he added, "swallow it" and I did. His throat fuck was especially slow and intense. The more I tried to grip his cock with my mouth and throat, the deeper he seemed to go, and then he paused, even held my head in place. Unmoving except the throb of his hard-on, as he shot his cum load deep. Drained, he moved my head away, turned to his side and whispered, "g'night Brad". My cock ached it was so hard. I knew not to jack-off and finally drifted off to sleep.