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Chapter Ten

        Saturday morning, I dragged Randy out of the bed at 6am to go with me to the hardware store. We got back by 8 o'clock with a load of sheetrock, spackle and everything else we needed to finish out the upstairs area in the barn. When I had the barn built, I figured that at some point I'd move my office in there. It was prewired for internet and had a mini-split HVAC unit ready to go; since making our covert plan to invite Lipe to live with us, it was prime time to get it done. Luis said he would come over about 8:30 with a couple of his cousins who hung drywall and laid carpet for a living; Luis was supplying the carpet. It was around 8:15 by the time I got the trailer backed into the barn. I sucked at backing up trailers. Luis and the crew arrived a little early so it timed out perfect.

        Francisco (Cisco, as I heard Luis calling him) started untying the straps on the drywall while Jesús (who Cisco and Luis called Caballo) went up and started measuring. It was pretty clear after a few minutes that me, Luis and Randy were mostly just in the way for this part of the operation. These two dudes knew what they were doing and attacked it like they were on the clock. A couple hours later, it was getting clear to me why they called Jesús Caballo. The two were wearing those plain white coveralls like the painter and such wear and now that the sweat had started getting those coveralls kind of clingy you could plainly see the huge tube of meat that was keeping Caballo's left leg company. When he was coming down the stairs, the cloth would crease at the end of that big ole thing. It wasn't porn story long, where they say it was halfway to his knees, but I was guessing there had to be 7- or 8-inches flopping around in there; I guessed that would translate to about 10 inches on hard. Luis poked me in the ribs and told me to get my head back on the job, El Caballo was dead straight with six kids. Knowing his proclivities, it was a good thing Randy had gone back in the house.

 

        By lunchtime, they had finished the rough drywall. We took a break to eat and even though I spoke some Spanish, there was no way I could follow what they were saying; they were talking way too fast. After lunch, they laid the padding for the carpet, then broke out the knee kicks and laid the carpet. Around 6pm they were done. All we had left to do was paint and move the office furniture in. They were cleaning up, getting ready to go, when I saw Caballo standing by the back of the truck taking a piss. All I could think was "Fuck!"; I wondered if his wife could even walk straight. Luis loaded them up and took off, saying he'd be back in an hour or so. When I walked back to the house, Randy was sitting on the porch.

        "Did you see the dick on that one guy!?" he said.

        I looked down and saw the small stadium binoculars in his hand.

        "His cousins call him caballo" I said.

        "What's that?" he asked.

        "Google it" I said, laughing. He grabbed his phone and I spelled it out for him.

        "Horse, he said. Good nickname for him!"

        "You're such a perv, with your little binoculars" I said.

        "Don't even...I saw Luis poke you and break your trance" he said, laughing, then after some thought, added "I think I like the brown guys too."

        I gave him a thumbs up and said, "Just remember, all Latinos are not hung like El Caballo there."

        "I'm feeling less excited about the big ones since I couldn't sit straight for a couple of days" he said, rubbing his ass, "at least when it comes to fucking."

        We were sitting, watching some TV when I heard Luis pulling up. I got up and went to the bar and poured us some Balvenie Sherry Cask in two Glencairn glasses. We sipped our whiskey and, as tired as we already were, we decided to turn in early. I told Randy to turn everything off when he went to bed. I woke up to pee about three in the morning and heard the TV still going so I went in and turned it off and threw a throw blanket over Randy who was heavily asleep on the couch with his right hand down in his shorts wrapped around little Randy.

 

        We got up early Sunday and knocked out the painting. Luis laid plastic all around the room, and I stirred the paint and poured us two pans and threw him a roller. It took us about two hours, the room is 16x16 more or less and we used two coats. I opened a window on each end to let the air come through and dry it. We started painting at 5:30, so it was only about 7:30 when we finished. We went back in and I started breakfast. The banging of the pots and dishes disturbed Randy and he came in the kitchen.

        "When are we going to paint the office?" he asked.

        "Done" I said.

        "It's only...(looking at his phone) 7:45...what time did y'all start?"

        "We've been up since 5-5:30" I said.

        He looked at me like I had two heads.

        "You mean, people actually get up that early?" he said.

        "Yep, but not lazy ones" I answered. "Not to change the subject, but you should probably go pee before you bust a seam in those shorts."

        "I was dreaming about horses" he said smiling.

        "I'll tell you again, sequoias are pretty to look at, but brushy pines are easier to handle."

        He chuckled and padded off toward the bathroom.

        "What time did you tell Marco and Lipe we would be there?" I asked Luis.

        "Around 10" he said, "have to give the lazy ones time to wake up." He winked.

        "That'll work. We'll have time after breakfast to move my little bit of office stuff on out there before we go." All I had in the room was a desk, chair and my iMac Pro. We got my stuff moved up there quick and cleaned the rest of the trash off the trailer, and took off to meet Luis' brothers.

        The only thing that kept Luis' office building from looking like it was abandoned was the light by the door and a small sign that said `Garza Holding Co.' Luis unlocked the door and punched a code on the alarm next to the door, then we went in to wait on his brothers. He had a huge U-shaped desk, a four-drawer lateral file, a table with a color laser printer, a huge standalone printer/copier, a water cooler and another table with his coffee maker and stuff on it. The desk had to be at least partially disassembled to get it on the trailer so we started that process. Luis laid in the floor and started loosening the hex screws that held the sections together and I laid on Luis and playfully gnawed at the placket of his jeans.

        "We ain't got time for that right now, amigo" he pointed out.

        "Later, then" I said.

        "Hermano! We were going to do that for you" Marco said, coming in the door with Felipe in tow. Luis got up from the floor and hugged Marco and Lipe and said "Have at it!"

        The younger Garzas made short work of disassembly, and in minutes were loading it on the trailer. Thirty minutes and we were on the road back to my place. I was driving so Luis popped the gate and we all drove in.

        "Let me back it in, Jackie. We don't want to wait all day for you to get it in there" he said laughing.

        I had no argument for that one so I jumped out of the truck and Luis slid over and expertly backed the trailer right up the office stairs. Randy came out to help us get the stuff upstairs and Luis played the foreman, telling them where stuff needed to go. I was just trying to stay out of the way, so I went in the house to make us lunch. I was looking for something fast, so I threw some brats on the grill and sliced up some potatoes and onions. Randy came in the kitchen yawning, I guess he finally got his beauty rest. He followed me out onto the back porch as I took the brats off the grill. I almost ran into him when I turned around.

        "Make yourself useful, go get a pack of buns out of the pantry" I said.

        I put the food on the table along with a stack of plates and forks. Randy brought the buns in and I told him to go out and take the guys drink orders. Having a hunch, I put bucket of iced beer on the table. A few minutes later, Randy came back in and said two beers and two cokes. I went back to the fridge and grabbed a couple of cokes and shoved them in the ice.

        Randy sidled up next to me and said "Who's the younger one with the thick eyelashes and the fine ass?"

        "What did he have on?" I asked.

        "Blue Adidas shorts, white sneakers" he said.

        "Ahhh, that would be Felipe, Lipe for short, he's Luis' baby brother. The other one is Marco, he's between Lipe and Luis."

        "This `Lipe' dude", he said, "do you think he might be...you know...our team?"

        "Dunno" I lied, " why don't you talk to him, see what you can figure out?"

        The back door opened and the Garzas walked in, all three shirtless. My man came over by me. He got hot and, to me, he smelled like pure sex.

        "You guys help yourself, it's all on the table" I said.

        I couldn't help but notice Randy standing real close to Luis and I swear I saw him sniffing the air around him. Marco took his plate and a cold beer and went out on the porch to sit. I could see Randy chatting up Lipe, but couldn't hear what they were saying. Luis bumped me and pointed just as Randy's hand ran down Lipe's muscled ass and gripped it. Lipe didn't seem to be in any hurry to push him away. Me and Luis filled our plates and went to join Marco. The ceiling fans were making a decent breeze and we were talking and eating, so it took a while before I noticed that Randy and Lipe hadn't joined us. I made an excuse to go in and checked in the living room; it was empty. I walked softly down the hall, Randy's door was ajar and I could clearly see Randy's head bobbing up and down in Lipe's lap. He pulled off and made some comment to Lipe and I could see that maybe Randy was getting over his size obsession. Lipe was probably about 6 ½ inches, more or less my size, but such a pretty copper brown color. I back up before I was caught perving, and tiptoed back to the kitchen, grabbed the beer bucket and went back out with the others.

        We all started on our third beer when the youngsters finally joined us. Lipe had a plate full and Randy not so much. I looked at Randy and started laughing. `What' he mouthed. I pointed to his head, where he had a string of cum in his hair. He reached up and felt it and turned red as a beet. By now the others had figured out what happened and looked at Lipe and he in turn, turned red. I was laughing hysterically now.

        "Did you get enough sausage, Randy?" I managed to get out before bursting into another fit.

        "Amante, I thought you made brats for everybody, but it looks like Randy had chorizo" he bellowed to me.

        "With a special cream molé!" I cackled, laughing like a lunatic.

        "Don't worry Lipe" Luis said, "we've all been there."

        "Yeah, Randy, I've been known to be partial to that dish myself." I winked.

        "Which brings me to another subject" I said, "did you wonder why we suddenly decided to move my office over the barn?"

        "Didn't really think about it" Randy said, "I just figured y'all would need a bigger space with both of y'all's stuff in there."

        "Well, since Marco is moving in with his girlfriend, we thought we would offer to let `el Chorizo' Lipe here come live with us. That is, if he wants to."

        Simultaneously, Lipe and Randy said "Yeah!" then, both realized how excited they sounded and turned red again.

        "Maybe we should call them `Los Rojos', amante" Luis giggled.

        "That room is too big for your little twin bed, hermano, I'm going to get you a king size bedroom suit" Luis told Lipe.

        "...and I'm going to have the carpet pulled up between those two bedrooms and put down stone tile, so you two won't wear it out so fast" I added.

 

        After Marco and Lipe left, Randy retreated to his room and me and Luis went to the new office to finish moving everything into place and hook up the computers; at least, that was what we set out to do. When I bent over Luis' desk to plug in all his equipment, he came up behind me, pulled my shorts down and plugged his equipment into me. Okay, so it wasn't really that brutal, he rummaged in a desk drawer and pulled out some lube first.

It was clear, though, that all the `young love' in the house had wound his springs. He jackrabbit pounded me and just five or six minutes later was blasting his load in me. Then, while I was still trying to catch my breath, he sat in the floor under the desk and took me all the way down his throat. I proceeded to use his throat the way he just used my ass, when I got close, he pulled back so he could catch the cum in his mouth. We shared it until it was gone.

        "Screw this wiring" I told him, laughing, "I'm too tired now. You might have to carry me back to the house."

        I went over to the window to get some fresh air and realized there was a view straight into Randy's room from here. I called Luis over and we stood and watched Randy jerk a huge load on his stomach; we weren't the only ones horny tonight. The light went out in Randy's room and we went back to the house and passed out for the night.

 

Lambodara 9/9/20

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