Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2017 19:10:39 -0400
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: Best Customer

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"Alright, last one for the day," Chris said, swinging up into the driver's
seat of the Wrangler. "This one, he's my best client. Very important. He
won't give you any trouble at all, and if you do a good job, he'll take
real good care of you."

Chris was getting ready to head off to college in the fall, and I was kind
of honored that he'd asked me to keep his mowing business going while he
was away. He was making good money, and he sure put a lot of time and care
into it. He'd started out a few years ago with our old push mower and a
couple of neighbors, and now he had a client list, two Toro mowers, and a
little trailer from Harbor Freight to tow all his yardcare shit around
behind his Jeep. He was even teaching me how to use QuickBooks to keep
track of everything. It was no surprise he was going to study Finance at
State. He'd really started to show the man he was becoming, this past year
- a lot like Dad, responsible and solid. Showing me the way to become one
too.

Ask me a couple years ago, and I might've had different ideas about it, but
now, I was big on the idea of becoming a man like him. I guess he wasn't
the only one maturing, growing up. There was a little over a year between
us, and I was starting to hit that later growth spurt he had at 16 -
getting bigger and stronger like him, my muscles more defined, the hair on
my legs and arms thicker and fuller. Chris had always been a good-looking
dude, and this past year or so - alright, I'll be honest, longer than that
- I'd really started to notice it, and started comparing myself to him more
seriously. Already he was about as tall as Dad, and his face was getting
kind of sharper and more defined, which made him look like Dad even
more. His voice was deeper too, and sometimes it was hard to tell the two
of them apart on the phone. He was just more mature all around, seemed like
- we didn't fight and argue much anymore, and it kind of felt like we were
more like bros now than just brothers, if that makes sense.

Anyway, lately, I'd kept catching him giving me these looks - not weird,
exactly, kind of like he was sizing me up, thinking about something. I'd
been pretty surprised when suggested we both take our shirts off at the
second house on his route.

"Trust me, the housewives dig this shit," he'd said with a confident grin
that was sexy as hell. The way his pecs and abs shifted as he tugged his
old football practice shirt up and off, showing his smooth, tanned skin,
shit - I was digging it too. Made me feel a little skinny and inadequate,
but he just gave me this up-down look and an approving nod when I shed my
shirt too.

We were both wearing practice shorts from school, and I guess we both had
on tighty-whiteys underneath, and I had to laugh a little at how it was
almost like a uniform or something. Laugh, but also try not to stare,
because the longer we worked, the more Chris' shorts slipped down his hips,
showing more of his round, firm ass shifting inside of his sweaty briefs as
he pushed the mower along, peeking over the top of his shorts.

I knew what I was gonna be jacking off to tonight, that was for damn sure.

So I tried not to pop wood thinking about that - about jacking off in the
shower, or in bed, or both, picturing my hot big bro's muscled ass bulging
and shifting like it was. The little patch of golden hairs right there in
the small of his back, at the base of his spine. The way the mostly smooth
skin of his abs and pecs gleamed with fresh sweat in the warm spring
afternoon. And I tried not to wonder if the housewives were checking me out
the way he said they did to him. If my muscles looked as impressive as his
did. If he was looking at me and my body the same way I was doing to him.

"Yo, earth to Gav," I heard him say, snapping his fingers, and I guess I'd
kinda zoned out there for a minute. "You listening?"

"Yeah, he's your best client," I said. "You said it's an easy job, yeah?
How hard could it be to do it right?"

"Not hard," he said, with this funny little half-smile on his
face. "Just... different. It's more in the cleanup. But it's very worth
it. You'll see."

He didn't say anything more than that as we drove over to Mr. Blake's
house, the warm air drying the sweat on our bare chests, the muscles in
Chris' legs shifting and flexing as he worked the clutch and the gas. I
wondered just how well this Mr. Blake tipped, and what exactly it was about
the cleanup that made him so generous. Thought about me and Chris stripping
our shirts off to mow. Started to get a kind of an idea deep in my brain,
one I couldn't quite get a hold of. A weird kind of tenseness deep in my
gut to go with it.

Mr. Blake's house was nice, a restored little bungalow with a well-tended
garden, a BMW coupe parked in front of the garage. Chris was right, it was
an easy yard, mostly those garden beds, a pool and a patio. Took us all of
20 minutes of fast work to get it mowed and edged, and a few more to sweep
and get rid of the grass cuttings. Hardly any cleanup at all,
really. Nothing worth a generous tip, for sure, and I felt that tightness
in my stomach swell a little more as I started to wonder more about that.

It was quick work, but a warm, muggy kind of afternoon, and we were both
coated in a fresh layer of sweat as we loaded the equipment back onto the
trailer. Chris dusted his hands off and looked at me, as I took my
discarded T-shirt off the back seat of the Jeep to wipe the sweat off me.

"Hey, leave it," he said, answering my confused frown with a grin. "You
trust me, right Gav?"

I nodded, still not quite getting it.

"Well, trust me on this. It's better. You'll see."

He gave my bare shoulder a friendly squeeze that set my skin tingling a
little, then knocked on Mr. Blake's patio door. I felt my stomach shift
with that weird kind of nervous feeling again, but I did trust my brother,
and I let him take the lead as the door swung open.

Mr. Blake was a friendly dude, older, maybe a bit older than Dad. Kind of
handsome, I guess, and in good, solid shape for an older dude - like a
coach, or an ex-soldier, like Dad was. He had big hands and a strong grip
when he shook mine as Chris introduced us. Thick, hairy forearms and
calves. No wedding ring. He offered us a couple of Cokes, and as we talked
in his neat kitchen, it was weird, but in a good way - like, I'd heard that
expression about making you feel like you're the only person in the world?
Mr. Blake did that.

He didn't have the A/C on, just the ceiling fan turning lazily, just enough
breeze from it to chill my sweaty skin a little. I felt my nips get a
little tingly, like they do when I'm turned on, and I could feel myself
blushing. He just smiled at me, then looked to Chris, one eyebrow raised,
like a silent question.

"So, Gavin's taking over for you?" he said, his voice all deep and manly.

"Yessir," Chris said, looking at me with that handsome grin of his as we
leaned against the kitchen island. He seemed perfectly at home here, and I
guess he'd been doing Mr. Blake's yard for a good couple years now, so that
fit. Then he stretched his arm out and slipped it around my shoulders,
tugging me a little closer into his side. He hadn't done that in like
forever, but when I caught whiff of his freshly sweaty scent, lightly musky
and smelling all manly like Dad did, my surprise got all muffled with a
kind of hungry feeling deep in my stomach.

"Gav's going to do a good job for you, Mr. B," he said, smiling at the
man. "You can trust him. Right, little bro?"

Mr. Blake kind of grunted at that - "little bro" - and I went from looking
at Chris to looking at him, nodding kind of dumbly at them both. The man
smiled at me, and I felt that weird tingle inside again.

"I want you to know, you can trust me too, Gavin," he said, and I got that
feeling like it was just him and me alone on the whole planet again. Like a
spell, kind of, that only partly broke when he turned to look at my big
brother, that silent question on his face. They both nodded at each other,
and I had this feeling of being left out of something very important, as
Mr. Blake walked into the living room, Chris tightening his arm around my
shoulders to tug me along with him as he followed.

"This can be very cool, Gav," he murmured to me. "Just follow my lead. I
think you'll enjoy it. Let me know if you don't, and we'll call it a day."

I wanted to ask him so many questions, I had no fuckin' clue what was going
on, just that the vibe in the room was really strange, like I couldn't get
a handle on it. But I couldn't get any words out, just stared as Mr. Blake
settled in on his couch, all big and thick in his shorts and polo shirt,
like a handsome suburban dad. He looked totally comfortable as he spread
his arms along the back of the sofa and parted his big thighs, and for the
first time, I noticed the big bulge in his shorts. Not like he was hard,
not yet - but like he was going to be. I was suddenly super curious about
what was inside those shorts. Even more as I saw his bulge shift a little,
as Chris stepped forward, away from me, and stood in between Mr. Blake's
big, hairy knees.

"Real warm day out there today, Mr. B.," Chris said, his voice all deep and
kind of husky. "Me and my brother have been working hard. Working up a good
sweat."

"I bet you have, buddy," Mr. B. said, his voice a little deeper and lower
now too. He was staring at my brother, this friendly but kinda intense look
on his face.

Chris lifted one arm and sniffed his pit, and Mr. B. grunted, and suddenly
I got the whole picture. I watched him slide his big paw into his lap and
squeeze the growing bulge in his shorts, as my big bro stood between his
big thighs and sniffed his own musky, sweaty, becoming-a-man scent. He ran
his hand over the sweaty fur of his pit, then reached that hand down to
Mr. B., who leaned in and sniffed it deeply, inhaling the scent with a
husky growl, and suddenly my cock was like steel inside my briefs. My
sweaty briefs, I thought to myself, and it was like a second big missing
piece slotted into place for me.

"Not quite as sweaty as I used to get when I was doing two-a-days last
summer - you remember that, Mr. B.?" Chris said.

"I sure do, sport," Mr. B replied, grinning as he shuffled forward on the
couch, leaned into Chris' torso, and took a deep, loud whiff of him. "You
smell more and more like a man every time, buddy."

"You like it, Mr. B.?" Chris said, and the mix of boyish playfulness and
manly huskiness in his voice was super intense.

"You know I do," Mr. B. said, and there was this kind of needy edge in his
deep, manly voice now.

"Then taste it, sir," Chris said, cupped the back of his close-cropped,
gray-flecked head, and pulled the man's face into his bare, sweaty skin.

"Fuck yeah," Chris whispered all huskily, as I watched the man sniff him,
pressing his handsome face to my brother's golden-tanned skin, and then run
his big, wide tongue up the center of Chris' muscled stomach. My brother
shivered, let out a soft little grunt, then looked over to me. He had this
look on his face that I'd only seen before when I'd spied on him jacking
off - a little faraway, kind of hazy but intense too. I found myself
licking my lips as our gazes met, and he just smiled, nodded, and reached
for my hand to tug me closer.

"OK?" he said simply, and I just nodded.

"Why don't you get to know my little brother, Mr. B.?" Chris said after a
minute of the big man hungrily worshiping his sweaty, toned form with his
big tongue. He reached down and guided the man's face to my stomach, and I
found myself tensing my hard-won abs up for him. Mr. B. grunted, looked up
at me, and gave me this big, kinda dazzling smile.

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Gav," he said, all deep and warm and sending
shivers all the way through me, down to the tip of my cock as it throbbed
inside my undies. "I hope we can be friends too."

"Yes sir," I said, hearing the same huskiness in my voice as Chris
had. Mr. B. grunted warmly in reply, then inhaled real loudly as he ran his
nose up the center of my stomach, up between my pecs. Chris squeezed his
arm around my shoulders again, then reached down to lift my arm up,
exposing the sweaty dampness of my pit, and the fur there that had started
to thicken up real nicely lately. Mr. B. just growled deeper, not breaking
his stride as he leaned up and inhaled my scent all the way up deep into my
pit. I shivered and let out a little moan at that, and Chris leaned in real
close, his lips almost buzzing my ear.

"Trust me, baby bro," he murmured, and then his lips pressed all soft and
warm to my cheek, and I shivered and moaned and had to try real hard not to
spontaneously cum in my undies at the whole situation.

It was just a quick peck on the cheek, but it was way more than just
brotherly. When he pulled away and ruffled my sweaty hair, god, I wanted to
tackle him to the floor and just go at him, like we did in my jack-off
fantasies. But I trusted him - he was showing me his world now, and I
wanted to know all about it. I wanted to know everything.

Mr. B.'s tongue was warm and wet, somehow like sandpaper and silk at the
same time, as he slowly licked his way over first my skin, then Chris',
then mine again. From the waistbands of our underwear all the way up to our
pits, and I wriggled and laughed a little at that, but damn did it set my
cock to throbbing doubletime.

"Damn, you boys are beautiful," he said when he came up for air, our skin
spitshined and glowing in the dim light of his living room. Me and my
brother were tenting our basketball shorts hard now, but not nearly as hard
as Mr. B. was tenting his.

"How do we taste, Mr. B.?" Chris said, grinning.

"See for yourself, stud," the man said, pulling my brother's head down to
meet his, and I grunted with surprise as I saw Chris and this handsome
older man connect in a slow, smacking kiss. Not just on the lips - I could
see their tongues, pink and wet, meeting and sliding all over each other. I
couldn't believe it. Chris? My big brother? The dude who'd never been
without a girlfriend since he was 12?

I was starting to wonder if maybe I hadn't gotten heatstroke, and was just
hallucinating all of this. Then Chris stood upright, ruffled my hair again,
and grinned at me.

"What do you say, little bro?" he said. "Think you'll be able to take care
of Mr. B. for me while I'm gone?"

I didn't trust my voice not to squeak like a little kid's, so I just nodded
slowly, dreamily. I felt like my entire body had a boner.

"And you'll take good care of my little brother, right Mr. B.? Like you
take care of me?"

"Definitely, boys," Mr. B. said in that rumbly, husky voice. "And if you
two want to help each other out, I think we can arrange a little starting
bonus for young Gav here..."

He reached out, his big hands squeezing our knees, rubbing up and down,
pushing up under the low-hanging hems of our shorts. My skin felt like it
was on fire from where he was touching me, but I barely had time to think
about that, because Chris was reaching down to the waistband of my
basketball shorts - our team shorts from school, and I don't know why, but
that sent such a shiver up my back - and tugging at the knot of the
drawstring.

"Trust me, baby brother," he murmured as he undid the knot, and then my
shorts were coming down as my big brother leaned in and kissed me on the
lips.

Fuck. Fuckin' fireworks. I'd kissed a couple girls at school, and that was
alright. Me and Shea Copley had made out a couple times when we'd slept
over at each other's houses, and that was even better. But kissing my big
brother, holy shit, especially when his tongue flicked at my lips, and they
opened wider to let him in. It felt so natural, so right, and so fuckin'
good. I could've cum right there, again, as I met Chris' tongue with mine
and he grunted approvingly into my mouth, his hands sliding around my waist
to lightly squeeze my butt through my sweaty briefs. Then he shifted his
hands to my waist and turned me a little to face Mr. B., kissing me the
whole time, going deeper with it and taking me with him. I heard
Mr. B. grunt, then the pressure of his face pushing into my crotch, up
against the throbbing hardness of my cock, rubbing his stubble over the
sweaty mound of the cotton, all the way down to my balls, inhaling deep and
loud and grunting with pleasure the whole time.

"Help me out, little bro," Chris murmured against my lips, guiding my hand
to his waistband. My fingers went into autopilot as they undid his
drawstring, and I stared down hungrily at him as he slipped the shorts down
his long, athletic thighs and bared the big, manly bulge in his sweaty
little white briefs.

"You like, buddy?" he said almost softly to me, and all I could do was nod,
blushing with shame, but unable to help myself.

"Good," he grinned, ruffling my hair again. "I knew you would. I like that
you do. And I like seeing you too, little stud."

He reached down and pulled Mr. B.'s sniffing, nuzzling face into his big
teen bulge, then pulled my head back to his and slid his tongue easily
inside my mouth. Mr. B. devoured us both in turn, switching back and forth
between our throbbing young bulges, the fabric of our briefs getting damp
with his spit as he set to work sucking our teenage sweat from the
stretched cotton of our tighty-whiteys. I didn't know what was turning me
on more, the hot mouth on my cockbulge, or my big brother's tongue teasing
mine out to dance with his. Didn't matter - I could feel my cum churning in
my balls, that warning tingle sizzling along the length of my cock. I guess
Chris could read me and my body well, because he reached down to push
Mr. B.'s face more deeply into my bulge, drawing a deep, hungry growl from
the man.

"You wanna cum, don't you baby brother?" Chris said to me in that tender
but sexy voice. Like it was just him and me alone, playing together. I
nodded, then moaned as Chris ran his hand up my side to my pec, feeling the
newly bigger muscle there that I was so proud of.

"So cum, Gavvy," he murmured, lips brushing mine. "Cream your undies for
Mr. B. He loves it. You'll see."

I moaned at that, feeling my cock and balls throbbing doubletime, knowing I
was moments away, as Mr. B.'s lips and tongue soaked the cotton of my
briefs onto my cockshaft.

"Cum for me, little bro, so I can see how well you'll take care of my best
customer," Chris said, then slid his tongue into my mouth again and
squeezed my ass, and I moaned and started to shoot and shoot and shoot.

I'd never had a cum like that. It felt like my body was turning itself
inside out and flowing out the head of my cock, shooting into the warm,
humid confines of my briefs pouch, as Mr. B. fastened his mouth over the
head of my cockbulge and hungrily grunted and sucked the spurting fluid
that escaped through the cotton. Chris wrapped his arm tight around my
waist to hold me up as I shot and moaned and quivered all over, sucking
tenderly on my tongue and swallowing my moans. When it all finally
subsided, I felt as weak as a baby. All I could do was watch as
Mr. B. stood, a hungry look on his ruggedly handsome face, his lips shiny
and flecked with my cum, as he reached for Chris' head and pulled my
brother into a deep, hungry, smacking kiss.

"Dude, Chris is tasting your cum!" my brain said in awe.

"Gav, I think you're gonna do just great taking over for your brother,"
Mr. B. said huskily, and when he curled his hand around the back of my
neck, he didn't need to pull me into the kiss. I was meeting him more than
halfway, loving the hungry way he moaned when his tongue met mine, making
me moan back as I tasted my first-ever man's tongue, and the funky taste of
my sweat and my cum on it too. Chris' hand rubbed my back encouragingly,
and I could see him grinning proudly at me from the corner of my eye as I
let Mr. B. show me how men kissed.

Mr. B.'s bedroom was as dim and warm as his living room, the ceiling fan
turning slowly over his big bed as he let us strip him out of his
clothes. His body was big and warm and solid with beefy muscle, his chest
covered in thick dark fur that felt amazing as I ran my fingers through it
while him and my big brother kissed, slow and sloppy. His cock was big and
thick too, like the rest of him, the biggest I'd ever seen, even Dad's. I
was a little intimidated by it, until Chris took my hand and guided it to
the thick, sticky throb of it, the two of us slowly sliding the foreskin
over the fat, shiny head of the man cock while he groaned with pleasure and
let his big hands roam over our naked skin and the fresh layer of sweat
covering us.

The man drew us both closer to his thick, powerful chest, kissed us each in
turn, and then all three of us together, tongues slipping in and out of
each other's mouths, our breath mixing all warm and humid between us. Then
Chris slipped out of the kiss as Mr. B. drew me into his big, muscular
arms, and I kind of lost track of my brother for a few minutes. Mr. B
shifted against me, and I glanced over his shoulder to see Chris kneeling
behind him, a bottle of lube in his hand, squeezing a stream of it down his
big young cock, making it shine wetly. My eyes widened as I saw him reach
between the big, hairy muscles of Mr. B.'s thick, powerful ass, making the
man groan into my mouth. I grunted with surprise when Chris winked at me,
stroked the coating of lube over his piece, then bent it down and pushed it
inside of the big older man. Chris had a big cock, I already knew that, and
the way Mr. B. grunted even deeper told me he was feeling it. But the way
he arched his back and pushed that big, sexy ass back against my brother,
meeting him halfway, told me they'd been doing this for awhile now. The
idea of my brother doing his rounds with his lawnmower at 15 and meeting
Mr. B. for the first time, and just how they'd gotten to this, made my cock
throb doubletime in Mr. B.'s big, sweaty hand.

Shea Copley had sucked my cock once or twice on those sleepovers, and that
was very cool, but it wasn't anything like the sensation of Mr. B.'s
experienced lips and tongue working their way down into my sweaty bush in
one smooth sucking stroke. It was a good thing I'd already shot in the
living room, because I wouldn't have lasted long otherwise, especially when
my brother leaned over Mr. B.'s muscular, sweaty back and pulled me into a
deep, wet kiss.

"Don't cum yet, baby bro," he murmured between kisses. "I'm warming him up
for ya."

He sure did, and damn it was amazing watching my big brother fuck. His
athletic body glowing with sweat, his tight teenaged muscles getting all
pumped up and even more defined as he showed me how to fuck. He looked like
a porn star, like he could be in a Sean Cody video, and I could tell he
liked having an audience. Mr B. kept growling and grunting around my cock,
sucking on it like a pro as he pushed his chunky, sexy ass up higher, the
room full of the sounds of my big bro's hips smack-smack-smacking against
the man's beefy, hairy ass.

"This is how you do Mr. B, right, baby bro," Chris moaned, then got this
hazy look on his face. "Ah fuck... I'm about to cum in him, little
stud. Watch me cum, Gavvy..."

This time it was me taking the initiative, leaning over Mr. B's back to
kiss my brother as he pumped his best client full of his thick young
cumload. I wanted to cum too, so bad, but I knew this was one of the things
Chris was trying to teach me. Not just how to run his business, but how to
be a man too.

I had that kinda feverish feeling again as Chris grinned and stroked a
layer of lube down the length of my already spitshined cock,
Mr. B. watching over his shoulder with a sexy grin. I could see the
remnants of my big brother's cum stuck to the thick, dark hairs of Mr. B's
ass trench, more of it gleaming on his pink hole. Chris didn't need to lube
the man up for me - he'd already done it with his own cum, and that idea
had me right on the fuckin' edge again, but I managed to hold it down, even
when my brother took hold of my cock, stroked it lovingly - "Fuck, you got
a nice cock, baby bro," he said with a grin, and I felt ten feet tall right
then - and then lined the head of me up against Mr. B.'s welcoming,
cum-slicked entry. Then with my brother's hand cupping my ass and pushing
me gently forward, I was losing my cherry, in the best way possible.

"Aw, you boys," Mr. B. moaned, pushing that big ass of his back, and it was
like his hole was sucking me into him. I moaned and pushed and felt the wet
warmth of my brother's cum inside of him, slicking him up for me to push my
own teen cock as deep as it could go, my fingers digging into the steely
beef of Mr. B.'s hips as I struggled not to cum.

It took a minute, frozen in place while my second load settled down inside
my balls, watching Chris take my place in front of Mr. B.

"Taste my cum, Mr. B.," he said, that sexy, manly edge in his voice as he
guided the man's head to his cock, all sticky with his shot load, fresh
from the man's ass. "Taste the cum I just shot in you, sir - nice, thick
teen cum, like you love. Like my little bro's gonna keep giving you, if you
take care of him."

Mr. B. moaned and swallowed Chris to the root, and as my sexy big brother
winked at me and put his fist out, I grinned back, pounded my fist against
his, and started to fuck for the first time.

It was so insane inside of him, all hot and tight and wet, and between that
and my big brother's tongue, the scent of our fuck sweat, the eager way big
studly Mr. B. fucked his beefy ass back against me and urged us both on,
two sweaty teen brothers fucking him at each end, I knew I couldn't last
long. But I did my best, trying to fuck him like Chris fucked him,
listening to my brother's instructions and encouragement as he taught me
how to fuck a man.

"Tell me when you're close, baby bro," he grunted. "We can fill Mr. B. up
together, yeah?"

"Oh fuck yeah," I moaned, and Mr. B. grunted huskily between and below
us. "Let's fuckin' do it, big bro..."

"Hell yeah, little dude," Chris grinned. "Cum in him, kiddo. Show him you
can fuck him like your big brother does."

"Aw dude," I wailed, and felt my body tighten up in preparation, and then I
was coming again, hard, my cum joining my big brother's inside of Mr. B.,
the big man groaning as he got seeded with teen brother cum at both ends.

After a day of mowing and two intense loads, I was pretty much
done. Luckily all we had left to do was lean up against Mr. B. as he sat up
against his headboard, fisting his thick, sticky man's cock, our arms
tucked up behind our heads so he could bury his face in our sweaty young
pits while he jacked his big cock intently. Chris and I swapped tongues and
spit slow and lazy, grooving on each other in our post-cum glow as we let
the big man feast on our young sweat. It didn't take very long at all until
we heard the fat, heavy splats of his grown-up's cumload spurting up his
beefy torso, soaking into the sweaty carpet of manfur that coated his
brawny bod. Then there was nothing left to do but clean ourselves up,
rinsing off the dried sweat and cum and spit together in Mr. B.'s big
shower, swapping slow, wet, friendly kisses and gropes between the three of
us.

We picked up our clothes off the living room floor, but when I went to pull
my musky briefs back on, Chris put his hand on my forearm, shaking his head
with a grin. I watched him pull his basketball shorts up his long, tanned
legs, over his bare ass, and got the picture immediately.

"I gotta say, I was worried I'd have to find somebody else when you told me
you were headed off to school, bud," Mr. B. said as he came into the living
room, clean and dressed and looking like a respectable middle-aged suburban
dad-type again. He handed Chris a bank envelope, decently thick with bills.

"But you're still happy with the service, right sir?" Chris said, with a
grin as he slipped the envelope into his pocket.

"Oh, very much so," Mr. B. said. "I think young Gavin here can take care of
my needs very well while you're gone."

He reached into his shorts pocket and pulled out a couple of folded bills,
and pressed them into my palm while shaking my hand.

"It'll be my pleasure, sir," I said.

"Mine too, buddy," he said with a wink. "You know, if you two are looking
for referrals, I have a couple of friends who could use some help too..."

"Well, I'm here until August," Chris said. "Maybe we can work something
out."

I felt my heart pump a little harder at that. Chris just winked at me, the
reached down to scoop our discarded briefs up off the floor, and handed
them to Mr. Blake.

"In the meantime," he said, as Mr. B. brought our bunched up briefs to his
nose and inhaled deeply, his eyes closed, making a satisfied noise deep in
his big chest. "Same time next week, sir?"

It felt amazing riding home in Chris' Wrangler, the roof and doors off,
nothing but our thin team practice shorts on, the warm late-spring air
rushing over our bare chests. I could feel my cock starting to chub up
again, as I reached into my pocket for the bills Mr. B. had pressed into my
hand.

"Dude, fucking score!" Chris said at the sight of the two crisp
hundreds. "I think he likes you. Good job, little dude."

He ruffled my hair again, and my cock slowly filled out again, stretching
across my hip. Chris looked down at it, chuckled, and when he shifted
gears, brought his right hand down to squeeze my bulge.

"You know, there's more I can show you before I leave for school, little
brother," he said. "You up for that?"

"Fuck yeah," I said, spreading my thighs a little wider, letting my big bro
cop a good feel of my young hardness. "I think I'm going to like working
with you."

"Me too, little stud, me too," he grinned, giving my cockbulge a slow,
squeezing stroke through my shorts. "Let's stop in at Target on the way
home, though. One thing about this job - you're going to need new
underwear, and often."

"That's a business expense, right bro?" I grinned, reaching over to give
the big bulge in his shorts a squeeze of my own, feeling him starting to
throb into a full hard like me.

"Oh yeah, you're gonna do just fine at this, bud," Chris laughed. "Just
fine."