Date: Thu, 19 Mar 2020 09:49:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mike Austin <nasstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: GAY/BEGINNINGS- EDGEWATER DR Ch 7

EDGEWATER DR					by Mike Austin
						nasstop@yahoo.com

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VII.

The alarm seemed to scream at me, "Wake Up Wake Up Wake Up" and reaching
over to shut it off, my hard-on screamed for attention as well. Their
names, faces and dicks ran through my brain in rapid fire mode as I grabbed
my dick and began a slow stroke, then thought better of it. Jumping up to
get cleaned up, I saw I only had 20 minutes and knocked on Ben's room to be
sure he was awake. His groggy voice indicated he was less than near being
ready, and gave him a 20 minute timeline to be up and ready. I walked back
to my room as Ben opened his bedroom door, stepped out, stood in his boxers
with a hardon, rubbing his eyes, then turned and headed to the guest
bathroom. My own dick throbbed. Downstairs, he was late and I hollered up
to "get his ass down pronto" then heard him clomping down the stairs,
"alright, Alright, ALRIGHT, I'm here" his retort. A thunder clap punctuated
the morning, "fuck sounds bad out" Ben remarked. My nephew was even more
striking than last year this time; at 24, 6'2", about 185 pounds, blonde,
green eyes, slightly hairy chest like his dad, and hung like his dad as
well, with that perfect bubble butt and low hangers; he WAS stunning. Then
came that flash back to the shower when Ben was 16, lean, no chest hair,
tight torso, the shower water covering his body and his cock extended away
from his body; when Brandon joined in the shower and they sprayed hot water
in a mock fight with the shower heads. Those two were real treats for this
horny uncle......and still were I thought as I grabbed my keys and
briefcase and nodded to the door.

Jack was coming out of `his suite' as we were leaving. "Sucks guys, drive
carefully" he commented about the storm, then went inside. As we passed, he
advised me he was ordering the Zone A, B and C plants today if that was all
good, I grinned, got in a brief wink and gave him a thumbs up. He added,
"Just wanted you to know in case Jesus called you", nodded to Ben and
disappeared in the house. Ben made a dash to the rental SUV that was parked
behind the Stang and we both backed out and made the drive to the office. I
wondered if Jack had beat off last night and thought of my mouth in the
process?

We arrived at the office, crossed the lobby for the elevator. Miguel was
dressed in the first of the uniform looks we'd assembled yesterday at
WalMart, gave a wave and "G'morning Mr. Brad" then continued putting out
floor mattes to enable parties to wipe their soles off from the rain. That
impressed me that he took that initiative. I'd not even thought of telling
him that yesterday. I'd introduce Miguel and Ben later. We went into the
office, Jeannie the receptionist/secretary/admin staffer was busy at her
desk, greeted us both, she remembered Ben from last year and beamed, handed
me some messages that had already come in and as I walked to my office with
Ben in tow, I paused and wondered if Ben had screwed Jeannie too? She was
his type. The messages set out in priority, I led Ben to the next office, a
small one but already set up with full compliment of furniture and
equipment. Picking up the phone, tapping a few keys and then getting
Jeannie's voice I asked her to note Ben's new extension and set up his VM
please. I went on to power up the PC, went into system admin and set up his
email and password and felt his focus as he took in my actions. "You, dad
and aunt Joyce all got that bang Bang BANG approach to getting things done"
Ben observed. "Your grandparents were the same way Ben and taught us how to
be quick studies AND act, not delay and think about things too long; and
that approach has got us where we are; you'll do well to adopt that mantra
for life" I closed and left for my office. As I did, I told him I'd send
him a few emails and some project spreadsheets that I wanted to discuss
before lunch and be ready. There was no sense in wasting time or his
Business Degree with pleasantries. A couple of other staffers brought me
materials, asked about issues, wondered about Ben's role, then disappeared
as fast, giving me time to return calls then reflect on Miguel and Ben a
bit. By 10:30 I was ready to meet with Ben and review the first of the
project data I'd emailed; buzzed him and said I was ready. He brought the
info and we sat, then reviewed his findings and asked questions which he
answered. I went on to raise the bar and asked for his thoughts about
change orders and costing impacts the environmental matters? He was in lock
step with my approach and questions. I suggested he head out to lunch and
we'd meet mid-afternoon with another project file I'd send. I used the
break to wander the building, doing a walk-through and was looking for
Miguel when I found him at the loading dock. We chatted briefly and I
complimented him on the initiative about the rain mattes, he beamed and
nodded. The uniform pants snugged his crotch and his butt nicely and I was
surprised at the crotch display, not huge, but full and tempting; almost a
tease. I was afraid the pants wouldn't fit or rather might be too baggy and
asked if the clothes fit ok and if all was good? He fed back the pride of
his new job and his "uniforms" and again beamed that brilliant smile. I
shook his hand and again remarked how glad I was that this might work out
for both of us then left to go back upstairs. I felt the urge to kneel in
front of him at the dock bay and pull hid dick from the uniform pants, slow
swallow and savor his pre-cum in the back of my throat; when my cell went
off. It was Jesus reconfirming the order and initial pricing of the plants
that Jack had placed. "Jesus, that job is between you and Jack as I
advised. If he orders it and gives you that PO#, I'm all good with it and
won't raise a ruckus. You just take care of the order and bill me and all
will be great" I reminded him. His concurrence with my direction satisfied,
we both wished each other well and a good day. I smiled, thinking that Jack
had probably put Jesus up to calling and confirming this plant order with
me and wondered what that hot fucker was doing at home in the rain? The
early afternoon went by quickly and at 3:00, I buzzed Ben again for our
next meeting. The young stud came in, tie undone this time and looking a
bit frustrated, sat and began his review and raised a few concerns that
didn't quite "get me there" as he put it. I took in his comments and ideas
and before we knew it was Jeannie buzzing to say good night as the day
ended. I wished her well and be careful in the storm as other staffer made
their way past my office waving their goodnights as well to both of us. In
the quiet, I stood, walked to the end of the office and poured a glass of
wine, offered one to Ben, who amazingly, declined with a "not now Unc
Brad"; "let's cut it short to just Brad from now on" I directed, "both in
here and out there". Without lunch, the cabernet hit my stomach and then my
head with a slight bang and knew I was suddenly hungry. "Let's head out for
supper" came Ben's urging; "let me check in with Jack first and see if he
needs anything as he's sort of stranded there and such" I remarked, hitting
speed dial for Jack's cell and asking about the day, reconfirming the call
from Jesus and asking if he needed anything and about supper? Jack replied
that he had supper ready and didn't need a thing, all was good. I ended the
call, updated Ben on supper plans and we headed out, waving good night to
Miguel, which of course gave my dick an involuntary throb. We arrived home
to find dinner ready, the table set for two and no sign of Jack. I went
upstairs and both beds were made, rooms straightened, both bathrooms
tidied, changed and was headed back down when Ben comes out of his room and
comments, "WTF that Jack dude is awesome". I left the house, crossed to
Jack's suite, knocked and when he answered asked why only 2 place settings
and had he already eaten and BTW the house and bedrooms look amazing. Ben
stood in the other doorway hollering at us both to get over here and let's
eat, Jack's puzzled stare at me let on to his confusion about eating
together since he was not family. I read his expression and reiterated
Ben's remark, "get your ass in the house and let's eat". Jack grinned and
agreed, offering his reluctance to intrude when the honk from the passing
neighbor guys interrupted the moment, as we crossed the carport.  Once
inside, we found that Ben reset the table for 3, complimented and thanked
Jack for the bedroom and bathroom duty AND for the chow!!!!! We ate the
baked chicken, grilled vegs and roasted potatoes in a frenzy as Ben went
off on his day, Jack reported the status on the landscape project and I
took in the two young studs I was sharing the table with, sprinkled with
the image of Miguel's hot torso. After supper, we three dispatched KP duty
and Ben chipping in to correct the dinner set-up from 2 to 3 and his
willingness to help with clean-up after supper was comforting. Maybe this
set-up wasn't too tough to figure and maybe Ben was sincere about learning
the business. We'd see what transpired and take it from there. I drifted
off to sleep that night, thinking of the pair of studs under my roof.
Jack, younger by 3 years and slighter built than Ben, less athletic,
street-wise but no formal education/degree and the strong silent type; and
Ben, robost, even boisterous, classic frat boy with smarts but no
experience in the world. Could Ben be overcompensating for something? I
knew how big Jack's hard was and wondered about Ben's? But I wondered about
lots of dicks!!! I recalled Ben's comment about Megan and their fucking and
then he and Brandon in a 3-way with her; when suddenly my cock erupted and
I had to pull a pillow over my head to contain my groans as I gushed days
of cum!!!

The week passed; days led into one another, meals at home or out; pizza,
seafood, Tex-Mex, BBQ. Still I flashed on the many dicks. All too often it
seemed my focus on my nephews, Jack and Miguel were consuming my free time
when a call flashed on my cell. It was Rodrigo, the hunky Cubano concrete
guy, asking if I needed them for any jobs, and that they would be in town
over the weekend and had about a week before they started their next job. I
had a job for them and it would be easy money too, I thought and then
suggested a property meeting out on the northside and gave him the address
and asked if he recalled it?  He agreed and told me why he remembered it
and sort of chuckled. "That's the one" I offered back. "When can we meet",
I inquired and needed to set up a scope of work and arrange time from my
two "house mates" as I couldn't pass up Juan and Rodrigo's dicks. Rodrigo
gave me info and I confirmed it and set up the Saturday session. I
swallowed hard, reflecting on their two thick dicks. On my way home I set
up the `sudden' meeting with the concrete crew story for Ben and Jack and
why I'd be away for part of the morning. At home, over supper, I made light
of it as a sudden plan change and timetable update on that project. It went
across the other two without much of a thought and the conversation
continued over the day and rest of the weekend plans after I got back home
Saturday.  We watched an action movie, Ben spoke to his folks and my bro
wanted to talk with me for a few; he did, we disagreed on the matter as
usual and then I returned the cell t Ben. Jack stretched, said he was
turning in and headed to the kitchen. I casually followed and stepped
outside with him, and asked if I could blow him later that night? "No" came
the quick reply and added, "maybe Saturday, since you got off this week, I
noticed on the sheets when I made the bed, and without permission", he
stared, turned and continued back to his suite. I stood dumbfounded.

Saturday's breakfast happened, I cooked, the guys cleaned up. Ben admitted
to getting his rental washed. Jack handed me a shopping list and I asked if
he would go with me for stuff, when Ben added a few items, then left for
the car wash place. When Ben was gone, I asked again, "can I blow you
PLEASE", Jack looked back over his shoulder and answered, "I told you no
last night, but maybe later or Sunday or next weekend, that may teach you a
lesson about cumming without permission" he spit out then headed to the PC
to do some work. "As for going to the store with you, YES" and he continued
his work set up. He had made me so needy for his cock I thought and not
getting it from him made me even more needy. My dick throbbed at the
thought of his control, his denial, his CONTROL.........

Then I set of for the property `meeting' with Juan and Rodrigo. The small
retail center had in fact been the setting for one of our intense orgies
last year. A small gym tenant had moved out and they had anchored several
big workout machines in the concrete floor that needed to be patched.  It
was just the two brothers instead of their crew, who came to set the
patches. The job would only take about 3 hours but the patches needed to
cure for about 3 days before laying carpet for the new tenant. It was
Summer, they wore sleeveless Ts and baggy khaki work pants that sagged low
on their hips. Both had furry patches at the small of their backs as they
bent and worked at the floor repairs. Juan's extra furry chest bristled as
the T rode up and down and when he reached overhead, the T revealed his
ample hairy stomach and top of his pubes that I knew so well. Rodrigo was
not as hairy, but had the same dense treasure trail that led to his matte
of pubes. The khaki workpants were soft against the bulges both men teased
me with, and knew exactly what they were doing to me. Their work done, they
stretched some, opened their coolers, pulled out Mexican "cokes" and
offered me one as well. I declined, then emboldened "not really what I want
to drink right now" I remarked. The two brothers looked at each other,
grinned then laughed out loud, raised their Mexican "cokes" to toast each
other and stood up. The windows of the suite were tinted dark, but even so,
passersby might be able to see inside I thought. I made sure the doors were
locked then led them to the men's shower room of the gym. They faced each
other, I kneeled between them and rubbed my face against their sweaty
crotches. Both dicks responded and throbbed. "Si, Si Senor Brad, get ready
to suck us" Juan directed. Rodrigo's hands shoved my face at his brother's
crotch and rubbed my face hard against the growing cock restrained by the
khaki workpants. "Get it out" Juan spoke with authority. I did, and as soon
as I unzipped his fly, the thick bulge pressed his boxer's fly apart and
his thickly hooded dick poked out for service. Gripping the base, I skinned
his hood back and lapped his salty dickhead; glancing up in admiration and
appreciation, as he began my face fuck. His dense pubes were straining to
get out as I fished open his belt, worked the khakis down and then freed
his dick from the boxer's fly and was able to deep throat the massive Cuban
prod. Rodrigo egged me on, talking to me, telling me how he knew his
brother liked my head jobs and what a great cocksucker they had in me. They
both knew I couldn't suck them enough and I needed their cum every day. I
moaned agreement as Juan replaced Rodrigo's hands on the back of my head
and intensified his skull fucking. The two brothers spoke to each in
Spanish as I gave up my throat to Juan's intense pounding. My face was
scrubbed by his raspy, salty pubes.  Juan let out one AYEEEEEEEE then blew
his nut down my throat, while holding my head in place to take his semen
deep as he could jab it. His orgasm expression echoed in the empty tiled
shower. No sooner did he finish than Rodrigo had his dick out, stroking the
back of my head as I swallowed the last of Juan's cum. This time it was
Juan who guided my head to his younger brother and forced my head down to
the exposed crotch. Rodrigo's cock arched to the left and downward, unlike
Juan's which was straight out when hard. Rodrigo took hold of my head and
fed his dick down my throat, slightly cocking my head sideways to feed my
throat tube. He too had hammered my face so many times by that meeting that
I knew their hot spots and gently massaged his heavy sack to foster his
cum. His lng dicking my throat made me crave them even more and in no time,
Rodrigo whistled aloud and held my head down in his crotch feeding me his
thick cumload. When he finished, he tiled my head back a bit, then slowly
pulled his cock from my throat. I was gasping for air but didn't want to
release that dick from my throat. The mixed cum and throat slime was
intoxicating. They dressed, packed up their tools and coolers, waved and
said they'd see me later; then left me savoring their face fucks and
NEEDING MORE....

I played that scene over so many times in the subsequent months and was
hoping for a repeat as I drove to the same northside property. Would, they
be receptive I wondered?