I slept away the weekend once I got home from school. I didn't realize how tired I was. I was so glad to finally be done with school and so glad to be home. Mom kind of spoiled me, making my favorite meals and practically waiting on me hand and foot.
Dad told me that I needed to be ready to work on Thursday morning, so I kicked around the house for a couple days, then got up Wednesday morning and drove into town. I went shopping for some clothes to wear to work. Dad almost always wore jeans and a white button down shirt when he worked in the office or met clients, so that's what I was going to wear. I splurged a little bit with my savings and bought three button down shirts, two white ones and a light blue one. I also got a couple pairs of Levis that were on sale, some long underwear and some thick wool socks in case I needed to be outside. I grabbed three ties that were on sale. They would go well with the shirts. After grabbing a bite for lunch, I headed back home. I did my laundry and washed my clothes. I even ironed my new shirts.
When Dad knocked on my bedroom door Thursday morning at 7:00 AM and told me to get up, I began to have second thoughts about working for him. I grumbled to myself and got out of bed and walked across the hall and took a shower. I dried off, tied the towel around my waist and headed back to my room to get dressed. I pulled on one of my new shirts and a comfortable pair of Levis. I still had to look at myself in the mirror when I tied my tie. I couldn't do it without looking like Dad and Jeff could. I cleaned up my old steel-toed work boots with the damp towel. I grabbed a pen and a small notebook and my laptop bag and walked downstairs to the kitchen.
Dad was sitting at the table drinking a mug of coffee and reading the newspaper.
"Mornin'," he grumbled without looking up from the paper.
I chuckled to myself. Dad isn't really too friendly in the morning until he has
The coffee smelled really good. I like the smell of coffee, but don't care much
for the taste. But I needed something to wake me up, so I poured a mug and tried
it. Yech. I poured a little milk into it and a bit of sugar. I took another sip.
I set the mug down and got a dish towel and cleaned off my glasses. I leaned against the counter and sipped my coffee.
Dad set the paper down and stood up and stretched. He turned around and looked me up and down. We were dressed very similarly. He smiled and walked over and gave me a big bear hug. He held onto me for a minute and I felt him tremble just a bit and his breathing stuttered a little. He pulled away from me and held me by my shoulders at arms length. I could see that he had tears in his eyes and my eyes welled up a little too.
"My little boy has become a man," he said quietly. "Tim, I have never been more proud of you than I am right now."
"Thanks, Dad," I said as I quickly swiped away a tear that managed to escape down
Dad loosened my tie and unbuttoned my top button.
"You don't want to look too stuffy," he said with a wink.
He looked me over again and nodded. "You look like my son."
I beamed at what I took to be the best compliment he could ever give me. I knew
then that I had definitely made the right career decision.
"I love you, Dad."
"I love you, too, Tim. Come on, let's go."
I got in Dad's huge Ford truck and we drove to the office. The Matthews Contracting Company had a small office in an industrial park. It used to be on the outskirts of town, but the city grew around it over the past few years, so it was near the new Meijer's and a strip mall.
We pulled into the parking lot and Dad unlocked the office. He held the door open
for me and turned on the lights after we got inside.
"I had the guys do some remodeling," he said. "We moved some stuff around, split up the storage room..."
When you entered the office, there was a small waiting area and a reception desk,
which was strange because there was no receptionist. On the left was Dad's large
office. The square metal plaque next to the door had the MCC logo in the top corner
and was engraved with "JACK MATTHEWS" in large caps, and "President" underneath
the name in a smaller font. Dad walked into his office and I followed him in after
he unlocked the door. His office had really nice wood furniture and had windows
that looked out to the parking lot in front of the office. He also had a meeting
table and a whiteboard. The whiteboard had a list of projects and dates next to
He pulled a ring of keys from his desk drawer and tossed them to me. After they
slipped through my hands, I embarrassingly picked them up off the floor. He grabbed
a cardboard box off the table and I followed him out of the office and down the
I saw the room marked storage as we walked down a hallway. The first office on the left, which shared a wall with Dad's office, had a plaque next to the door that read "CLARK THOMPSON" with "Manager, Commercial Projects" underneath. Across from that was a bathroom. We stopped at the last office next to Clark's and the plaque read "JEFF MATTHEWS" with "Manager, Residential Projects" under. Dad grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. The plaque next to the door across the hall from Jeff's read "TIM MATTHEWS", "Business Manager".
I grinned at Dad and tried to open the door, but it was locked. I pulled out the keys Dad gave me and tried them until I found the one that unlocked the door. I opened the door and turned on the light. I had a nice wood desk with a comfy looking desk chair. There were two chairs in front of my desk for guests. On the wall behind the desk was a big whiteboard. There were also two big double-wide file cabinets.
Dad set the cardboard box on my desk.
"Go on, try it out," Dad said. He leaned against the door frame with a smile on his face.
I sat down in my desk chair and adjusted it a little bit to the right height. I leaned back and smacked my hands on the desk. "Perfect."
Dad laughed and looked at the clock on the wall. "Wally's gonna be here at 9. You'll spend the morning with him."
Wally was Dad's part time accountant. He took care of receivables and payables. He was going to work with me for the next month or so before he retired and moved to Florida with his wife.
Dad sat down in one of the chairs and pointed to the box of files. "I'll work with you to do payroll this week, but you're gonna need to take that on ASAP. Also, I want you on-site on Tuesdays and every other Friday on paydays. You can work from the job trailer. You'll probably visit some of the other small sites as well during the week, so you won't be stuck here all by yourself all week. I'll be in and out with client meetings and things, but I'm usually out of the office. Clark is never here, but Jeff will be around on occasion."
I nodded. "Okay."
"Order yourself a computer and whatever you need. Get a laptop so you can take it between here and the job site. Actually, Jeff doesn't have a computer and mine is old, so get three of them. Nothing too fancy, but don't get anything that will be outdated quickly."
Dad pulled out his company credit card and slid it to me across the desk.
"We also need to get you a Nextel phone so you can talk to us over the radio. Also call the phone company and order Internet for the office. I want you to work on updating the website. You can do that, right? How about computerizing stuff like price sheets? Get whatever you need, Tim. Put it on the card. I'll try to get you your own card."
"I'll take care of it, Dad."
When Wally arrived, he gave me an overview of the accounting system and showed me how he had everything set up and gave me a quick rundown on the software he used.
Dad took me to lunch and then we stopped by the Sprint store and we got me a phone. I also talked him into buying me a wireless Internet card so that I could use it when I was out of the office.
That afternoon, I called Dell and ordered three mid-range laptop computers with big flat panel monitors and docking stations. I called the phone company and made an appointment for the DSL installation.
By the middle of the next week, I set up a router with the DSL connection and we
now had secure wireless in the office. I setup up our new computers and got them
running on the network and moved Dad's outdated computer to the reception desk.
I moved the laser check printer from Dad's office to mine and I bought a standard
laser printer and set it up behind the receptionists desk next to the fax machine.
I hooked it up to the router and we could now all print to it from our computers.
I also setup email addresses for all of us using our web domain name.
I spent Thursday doing payroll. I installed the software on my laptop and printed
the checks and divided them up in two bundles, one for Jeff and and one for Clark.
Friday, I drove to the job site and set up on one of the desks in the trailer. I pulled out my laptop and started working on the website. The page that had the company bios of Dad and Clark was really outdated. I needed a new picture of Clark, plus I needed to add Jeff and myself.
Jeff showed up around 8:30 to get his checks. He was wearing jeans and an MCC logo'd
golf shirt with a flannel shirt on over it.
"Here are the checks for your guys," I said and handed him the bundle.
He flipped through it to make sure they were all there. He frowned when he got to the last one. "Where's mine?"
"Oh, you want to get paid, too? Sorry, I guess I forgot to print yours."
Jeff jumped me and wrapped his arm around my neck and rubbed his knuckles hard against my head.
"Ow! Okay, okay!" I laughed and pushed him away.
I pulled his check out my bag and gave it to him. "Here, you big bully."
Jeff laughed and sat down in an empty chair and looked at me. "You look like Dad."
"No, really. I mean, you're dressed like him, but you look like him."
"Really?" I grinned.
"Yeah. Like a little girl version of Dad."
I frowned. "You're not funny."
Jeff laughed so hard he was nearly doubled over.
"Asshole," I said with a laugh.
"Hank's in town for Christmas. We're meeting him for lunch tomorrow."
"Oh... um... I'm probably going to be busy. Dad, uh, wanted me to work on putting some of this stuff online... and stuff... so..."
"So, you're just going to avoid him? It's been a year since you've seen him and you're just gonna not go."
"I'm not gonna make you go, but he'll be really disappointed if you don't go."
"I'll think about it. Oh, I need to take your picture for the web site."
I didn't see Hank over Christmas and I felt really guilty about it, especially after
Jeff told me that Hank was really disappointed. But, he had someone else now and
I didn't want to think about it or deal with it.
I did get a lot of work done, though.
Within two months of starting the job, I was doing all of the office work that Dad used to do. He was now free to meet with clients, vendors and subcontractors. Plus had more time to check up on the job sites. Wally was able to retire as well.
Dad also put me in charge of the job budgets. He said Jeff was good at supervising
the guys and getting the work done, but not so good at managing the costs.
I created a secured private area of the website for us. Dad, Jeff and Clark could log in and see the price sheets, quotes, invoices and financial information.
In the middle of February, Dad told me I was doing better than he could have imagined
and he gave me a raise. Since I did the payroll, I obviously knew how much everyone
made, but I didn't feel slighted knowing Jeff made a lot more than I did. But now
we were a little closer in pay and that made me feel good. It really meant a lot
to me that Dad thought I was doing a good job.
One of our clients on the residential side flipped houses and he used us a lot for
construction work. I was visiting one of his houses that we were finishing up on
to check with Jeff on the final costs. Jeff introduced me to Grant at the site and
Grant explained to me what he does with the houses. He sells most of them after
they are fixed up, but some of them, like this one, he fixes up to rent out. It
was a cute little ranch style house with two bedrooms in a cute neighborhood. I
really liked the redesign he did with the bathroom and kitchen and even the paint
colors in the rooms. I loved how he opened up the kitchen, dining and living rooms
so that they flowed together like one big space. I asked about renting the house
from him and had the lease signed by the end of the week.
Dad was happy and proud that I was moving into my own place, but Mom cried non-stop about both of her babies being gone. They went furniture shopping with me and I bought myself a mission-style bedroom set. They bought me a sofa, a double-wide chair, and a large bookshelf for my housewarming gift.
By the end of February, I had my own place. Not just a college apartment, but an
actual house, like an adult. It was really weird the first night I spent there by
myself in my new queen-sized bed. I thought I would feel more grown-up. In reality,
I felt really lonely.
One of the tiling and flooring guys quit in February and Clark scrambled to find a replacement. That first Tuesday in March, I was working at the big medical job site trailer when Dad and Clark came in with the new guy.
"Tim, this is Pete. He's starting today and he'll be working with Clark," Dad said. "Get 'im going and when you're done, hand him over to Clark."
"Just beep me on the phone," Clark said.
"Okay," I said with a nod.
Dad and Clark left the trailer.
Pete stared back at me with a cocky smirk on his face and I shifted in my chair
uncomfortably. I took a good look at him. His nose looked like it had been broken
at some point and he was not what I would call classically handsome. But he was
good looking in a rugged sort of way. He was tall and stocky with bulging arm muscles
and a slight beer gut. He had short black hair and looked like he hadn't shaved
in a couple of days.
I stood up and cleared my throat. "It's nice to meet you, Pete. I'm Tim," I said and we shook hands.
I put the required paperwork on a clipboard and handed it to him with a pen.
"You can sit here and fill this out."
I frowned at the kid comment, but kept it to myself. I returned to my work while
he filled out his paperwork. When he was finished, I looked over the application.
Peter Olivieri. 32 years old. He lived in one of those crappy hotels you rent by
"How old are you, kid?" he asked.
He continued to watch me and then he reached down to his crotch and lewdly adjusted
his dick and I turned away and blushed. I gave Pete the new employee speech which
I had down pretty good by now and then I chirped Clark and let him know that Pete
Clark opened the trailer door a few minutes later. "Ready?" he asked Pete.
"Thanks, Tim," Clark said and I waved as they left.
That next Monday, I was entering Pete's information into the computer when I noticed that he filled out the W-4 form wrong. Tuesday morning, I beeped Clark and asked him to tell Pete to stop by when he was done working so that he could re-do the form.
It was getting close to 6:00, and I was wondering if he was coming when Clark chirped me to tell me Pete was on his way and to have a good night.
Pete walked into the trailer and shut the door behind him. He folded his arms and
leaned back against the door.
"You needed me for something, college boy?" he asked.
"My name's Tim," I frowned.
He took off his jacket and tossed it onto the table by the window.
"You filled out your W-4 wrong. The number you put can't be right. Can you redo it please?"
I gave him a pen and the clipboard with a new W-4. He filled it out and then stopped and looked slightly confused. I stepped up and explained it to him and helped him do the worksheet. He filled in the correct deduction amount and signed it.
"Do I get paid this Friday?" he asked while holding onto the clipboard.
"Yes. You'll get paid for last week. Then in two weeks, you'll start getting a full two-week check."
He nodded as he looked me up and down. He squeezed and adjusted his crotch with his left hand and held the clipboard out to me. I reached for it, but it dropped onto the floor. I knelt down to pick it up and Pete quickly moved in front of me. He had pulled his dick out of his jeans and he put his hand around my neck and pushed it into my face.
"What are you doing?!" I said with alarm as I put my hands on his thighs and tried
to push him away.
"Open your mouth, boy," he growled.
It was inches from my face and it was hard and throbbing and swollen red. It stuck
out of his jeans at about a 45 degree angle. It was about six inches long, cut,
and kind of thick with a slight curve upwards.
I shook my head and he gripped my head tightly and rubbed it on my mouth. He pushed forward and I closed my eyes and opened my mouth allowing him to slip inside.
"Yeah. Suck it," he whispered.
As I knelt before him while he pumped my mouth, I felt shame that my own penis was throbbing and leaking uncomfortably inside my jeans. When he pushed too far, I gagged and backed off. I gripped the shaft with my right hand to keep him from choking me.
"Oh, fuck," he grunted. "I knew you were a cocksucker the moment I laid my eyes on you."
I realized then that he had stopped pumping my mouth and I was bobbing and slurping up and down his shaft with my hand and my mouth.
"God damn, is this what they taught you in college, boy? Does your daddy know his hard-earned money paid for cock sucking lessons?"