EDGEWATER DR by Mike Austin
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Jack actually woke before me. He was downstairs and had stared coffee, when I came down, rubbing my eyes trying to wake and found him naked, tending to the morning kitchen routine. "Cream in your coffee" he grinned and shook his dick. "Well" I teased back grabbing and stroking him, "You'll have to do that (nodding to his dick) and breakfast (a sweep of the hand) alone, as I've got a breakfast group to attend", turned and headed back upstairs with my coffee mug to get cleaned up and dressed. In no time he joined me upstairs, giving idle chatter as I got ready. He'd pulled on his shorts and T by now and followed me as I headed out. "Should I do lunch or what" he asked, standing in the door as I walked across the carport to the Explorer? "On your own buddy; see you tonight", I replied and backed out, giving him a wave as I drove up Edgewater Dr. I wondered what mischief he'd get into as I sped to my breakfast meeting? Stopped at the light I got a text message and tilting up the scree saw it was one from Jack. He had a waffle in one hand and his dick in the other, I chuckled, the light turned green and I closed the text. Dad had been a founding member of the Literacy Council, then mom had been a benefactor so it was logical that I'd join in and follow step. We had a monthly planning meeting and board session and once a month we held a breakfast fund raiser, and we did the cooking at a homeless shelter. All of us wore funny hand-decorated, long aprons and it was both profitable, thanks to our sponsor groups and members, wholesome for those we fed and felt good giving back to those we're trying to help. Another group that I belong to held a similar breakfast another week of the month.
It was at that morning's breakfast I saw the hot latin. He was mid-20s, tall and lean, slicked back black hair, longish sideburns, an orange sweatshirt, worn jeans, tennis shoes that were passed their prime, with muscular arms and deep penetrating eyes. I welcomed him with a handshake, "I'm Brad, what would you like to eat", I added. "Miguel, eggs please" came his reluctant reply. Miguel made two more trips for food and with his lean build, I knew he was hungry, if not starving. As he worked toward the handouts we made available, combs, toothbrushes, toothpaste, body wash, deodorants, etc, I approached and called him aside. We talked a bit about his situation and I gave him a card, told him I could use a guy at one of the buildings as a janitor/handyman sort and he jumped at the idea. I learned which shelter he was at and offered to meet him there, the next day, and take him on a tour of the building and recap the job tasks. He beamed, thanked me repeatedly and said he had only a few hand tools, but he could do many repairs and was a good cleaner!!! We shook hands, repeated my estimated arrival time and his location, then he left and waved good-bye. What the fuck was I thinking?
There had been others. There was Rick, the married guy I hired as a security guard. He was 40, ex-military, dark hair and had been injured in war but wasn't declared disabled. He'd lost his last job after a downsizing and he and his wife and little girl were living in their van. He didn't drink, smoke or do drugs, but was down on his luck. The three had come to a breakfast as well. We talked, the little girl was so shy I remember, and his wife was hungry and almost paranoid looking around at the others eating, some in silence, others with some degree of animation, most with their heads down. Rick was being protective of his family, as he should, and when I approached again and reminded them that there was plenty of food, he stood, shook my hand, thanked me again for his family and I encouraged them to the refills again; walked away and glanced back at the 6' ex-military hunk. While he had bulked up since being discharged, he'd remained solid and had good musculature. When they came back through the line I handed him my card and asked where they were staying? He took the card, looked down at the food then up at me, "in our van" he answered quietly under the big bridge. I motioned him to the end of the serving line and posed the question about being a security guard at one of my properties? He was wide-eyed and asked if it was "for real"? I assured him it was my building and I needed someone there after hours and explained the opportunity for him to park his van in the secure lot with his family at night and it would be safe during the day as well. I went on to add that maybe his wife might be interested in some housekeeping work there too? I gave him the address and asked if he'd like to take a look the next day and he agreed that they'd meet me there at noon. I made plans for a big box of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, some small apple pies and a gallon of sweet tea to also greet them. His wife's eyes filled with tears as did the little girl's. Rick was standing proudly as he took in my thoughts about his job and the potential for his wife. His thick hands and fingers could crush my skull, I thought; then blinked back to the conversation about his duty hours. The three-story building had mixed tenants on the first floor and a small receiving dock. The upper two floors had secured access via the elevator and secured entry doors on each level. My office was on the 3rd floor and in addition to my private office included a small conference room, private bath, "nap room", two additional offices, an open admin area, break room w/kitchenette and a reception area/lobby. Sometimes I'd bring guys back from the bar or hustlers from Shoreline to trick, fix them some food and then escort them out of the building after sex. I'd given him a small office at the end of the 1st floor, for his family to use as an apartment. After a couple of months, Rick observed my routine and one day before his shift started, approached me with what he thought might be going on. I took in his observation and pointedly agreed and asked if there was a problem and that I was discrete and was sure his little girl was not exposed or compromised to my activities. He was quick to tell me what I did was my own business and that he was sure neither his wife, or little girl, were at risk. He just remarked that he and his wife couldn't fuck with the little girl around and it had been over a week since they'd had any sex and he was horny. With that I stood, faced rick and offered a blow job. He agreed and began to unzip. "Whoa guy, let me lock the door first" and as I did, rick pulled his fly open and held out his already-swollen dick. "Need a good head job, BOSS" he whispered. I kneeled in front of this bulky ex-Marine and swallowed his dick to the base. Locked tightly on his shaft and throated him to grow, length and thicken. His muscular hands gripped my head as I'd reflected a few months earlier and he began to pump my mouth. The sloshy suck sounds filled the room as did my own moans and groans. His tight teeth-suction revealed the intense pleasure my mouth and throat were giving. My throat stretched to suck the thick cock and then just as suddenly, "oh yeh, OOOOOOH RAAAAH" and cum volleys shot from his dick down my throat. His panting filled the room now and his cock slowly reduced in length and girth. I pulled back, lapped his head; looked up and admitted "Damn I've been wanting that since we first met" then dropped back down on his flaccid cock once more. We continued that weekly routine for the next 4 months and the tips he got as a result were much appreciated. After his 6 month term he announced his wife's sister was ill and they needed to move back to North Texas to help care for her family. They hated leaving and I sure hated losing that fine Marine dick, but understood and wished them well. That left a void to be filled. There was a strawberry blonde middle-aged surfer, Brian with a stubby but VERY thick dick who loved being blown as much as I loved giving him head. Put a rock tune on and he was hard. There was Robert, an out of work truck driver, with that dark hair, blue eyes, model torso and long, uncut dick that loved being worshipped for his cum. Robert would slow jack for me and nod for me to beg for it. I never tired of delivering that homage to cock that he relished. Both were "security guards" for 6-8 months each. Pete was a janitor at the art museum that I met after a fund raiser there one night. The 30 something was finishing college with an art degree, but had no job prospects, so hired on at the museum and hoped for a better shot at doing some art for a patron. I "put him on retainer" and got fringe benefits along with his art. He was shorter than most guys I cruised, but had a huge dick, a common attribute I REALLY ENJOY..... He worked for about a year before moving out of state. One of his pieces hangs in my office at home and another at my work office to enjoy and provide periodic J/O sessions in privacy, recalling him painting it nude, as I gave him repeated head jobs until he finished the work. Rodrigo was Cuban and worked at a concrete contractor that I was using to repair a parking lot at a small retail center. I watched his strong legs, arms and hairy, upper torso that Summer and got the balls up to meet him at the jobsite with his other crew members at work. He was eager to talk about the job and thanked me for the work. I used his crew on two other jobs, subsequently. But that day in the August heat, Rodrigo got the blowjob of his life. The 40-something Cuban had an extra wide dick, with nice chubby foreskin and 3 pronounced veins on his dick that hung away hard from dense black pubes. He really got into each blowjob, talked me through his likes and dislikes, made me eager for more after he would cum and loved having his balls licked and sucked. He was a frequent guest at the building office that Rick had brought to my attention. One night at the office, Rodrigo told me to strip and get doggy. I assured him I didn't like being fucked and especially with a monster his size. He told me "You get fucked tonight or no more Rodrigo" and I got the message and didn't want losing out on future feedings, so I GOT FUCKED THAT NIGHT. I think they heard my moans and groans in Japan..............I walked funny for a week and standing up from a chair was agony. Rodrigo introduced me to his older brother Juan, who also worked on the concrete crew and who was amazingly, even longer than Rodrigo. The two brothers tag teamed me for about 2 months after that, before their local work shifted farther south and they left. I still got calls from either of them when they had free time and needed extra cash, but their regular dicking was done.