Leaf-Blower Service

Craig turned and looked up at the house, which was a good hundred feet up from where they were standing by the trucks on the road. The windows in the front of the house were full length. A man was standing in one of the windows. He was tall, wearing a silken bathrobe and drinking coffee as he watched the leaf-blowing crew fan out over his vast yard. Craig could see the graying hair at the temples and the trim athletic build. The robe wasn't pulled all the way closed. The man was in baggy sleeping pants, but his chest was bare, tanned, and well cut. He was hirsute, with dark, curly hair swirling around his pecks and descending to a flat belly. He noticed Dave and Craig looking at him and he saluted the two at the street. Dave waved back, gestured to Craig, and pushed Craig forward to start blowing the leaves out of the bushes at the front of the house.

"I guess this would be a good time to tell you that the company gets 50 percent of your tips," Dave said, "for whatever work you do," as he laughed and moved off to check on the other workers.

The display time for possibilities commenced.

There were lots of bushes in front of the house and a mountain of leaves had become trapped behind and entangled with them. It didn't take long for Craig to become proficient with the leaf blower, and he moved like a slow-motion dancer as he worked his way across the front of the house. Nathan Jenkins, the tech company CEO, moved from window to window, keeping the young man in sight. He seemed to have a bottomless cup of coffee and no intention of changing out of his robe and sleeping shorts anytime soon. The sleeping shorts didn't leave much to the imagination. The man was interested.

The day was quite warm for November, and after Dave happened by and suggest that Craig go bare-chested, nodding his head toward the man at the window, the young man did. Alvaro and Diego found reason to use their leaf blowers near the front of the house as well, and they took advantage of that to ogle the young man.

Before Craig was finished, Jenkins's sexual interest in him had become quite obvious. The man had his cock out and was stroking it as he watched Craig work. Craig acted like he didn't notice, but it heated him up. He didn't even notice when the man splashed his seed on the windowpane and withdrew into the darkness of the house. Therefore, it wasn't much of a stretch to lead into lunch in the trucks, where Alvaro showed Craig a couple of fifties and climbed into the backseat of Dave's double-cab truck, put Craig under him, readjusted both of their clothes, and fucked Craig in a missionary. Diego and Dave stood outside the truck and watched Alvaro's buttocks rise and fall in harmony with the clutching and unclutching of the fingers of Craig's hands pressed into the Hispanic's shoulder blades. Dave and Diego, both rubbing the material taut over their crotches, let out their breath in a long sigh, as Craig exclaimed, "Fuck, yes!" and Alvaro tensed, jerked, and came, tensed, jerked, and came.

When they were getting ready to leave after lunch, having sucked up and mulched all of the tech company CEO's leaves, Craig looked up and the man was standing in his front doorway, beckoning to them.

"He wants us to come up to the house," Craig said.

"What he wants and what he gets right now are two different things," Dave answered. "He'll be lusting for it more if he has to wait. I'll have to tell him what the deal is. Get in the truck. We've got another job to do this afternoon. I'm still short a crew member."

That evening, crew members Alvaro and Diego came back to the doublewide trailer with Dave and Craig to drink beer, eat delivered pizza, and watch another pro football game on the TV together. Dave had paid the guys for the work they'd done that day in under-the-counter cash. Craig wasn't the only one in the crew being paid this way.

The guys had put in a day's manual labor and had cash money in their jeans pockets. They had downed countless amounts of beer in cans and satisfied their hunger for food. The football game was boring and they had other hungers. In the kitchen, where Craig had gone to do some tidying up, Dave approached him and whispered in his ear. "The guys have money burning in their pockets now. Remember that the company gets 50 percent."

Craig nodded and went to the bathroom and then into the master bedroom, where he stripped and lay down on his back on the bed, leaving the door open to the rest of the trailer. He spread and bent his legs, feet flat on the mattress. His hips were raised by a pillow. He fisted his cock. There was a direct line of sight from the living area of his puckering hole.

Bringing more cans of beer back to the living area, Dave distributed it to the two muscular Hispanics sitting on the sofa and said something to them in low tones. Both grinned from ear to ear. After a few minutes, Diego tossed off his beer and went to the bathroom. He was stripping down as he left the john and headed into the master bedroom. The trailer was like a shotgun house. From anywhere else in the living and kitchen area you could see into the master bedroom and the full length of the queen-sized bed if the bedroom door was open, which it was.

Dave's and Alvaro's attention moved from the TV screen to the bedroom, where a naked, hunky Diego was on his back and a young, willowy, and naked Craig was saddled on the Hispanic's hips, facing his head, leaning back, with his hands on the Hispanic's knees, and riding Diego's cock in the cowboy man position.

Craig could be heard in the other room. "Shit. Fuck. Yes. You're huge!"

When a commercial came up on the TV, Alvaro stood and stripped by the sofa, went into the bathroom, came out, entered the bedroom, climbed up on the bed, and embraced and mounted Craig from behind, with the two Hispanics now fucking the eighteen-year-old Craig in a double penetration.

The glimpses of the young man writhing between the two Hispanic hunks and his cries of taking, told Dave this was probably Craig's first DP. The young man was sexy and enough of a slut that Dave didn't think it would be his last. In any case, he'd survive it and was making him—no, them—good money.

After Diego and Alvaro had had all their hunger satiated and had left for the night, Dave turned off the TV and the lights in the living area; visited the bathroom, where he disrobed and showered; and went into the bedroom, standing at the foot of the bed, naked. Craig lay on his back on the bed, legs spread and bent, feet flat on the mattress again, one hand stroking his cock, and the other arm slung across his face.

"Had enough for tonight?" Dave asked.

"Depends on who's asking," Craig answered.

"I'm asking."

"No, I haven't had enough yet."

"You're such a slut," Dave growled, but he was smiling.

Craig was panting lightly and moaning in low tones. There was a slight smile on his face too, though. There was a pile of cash on the nightstand next to the bed, amounting to more than a third of what Diego and Alvaro had earned that day. So, Craig's earnings for the day were really, really nice. Despite the arm over his face, he knew Dave was there.

"You OK, kid?" Dave asked.

"Couldn't be better," Craig answered.

"You sure you couldn't be any better?" the man asked.

"Try me. Are you gonna fuck me now too, Daddy?"

"Yes, son, I'm going to fuck you now too."

"Do I give as good tail as your stepson does?" Craig asked.

"For that you get fucked hard," John growled.

And then Dave did fuck him hard. He climbed up on the bed, knees between Craig's spread legs; moved an arm under the young man's back, lifting Craig to him; and put the head of his erection in place.

"Now, now! Put it in! Fuck me!" Craig cried out, digging his fingernails into the man's biceps and hugging his knees to Dave's hips. He cried out again as Dave thrust up into him and began to pump hard and fast. The dance of the fuck had started again, the man amazed at what a sexual firecracker the eighteen-year-old was.

Later as they lay in each other's arms and were cooling down, Dave said, "My wife and kid will be home the day after tomorrow. I've made an arrangement for you, though. Nathan Whatshisname wants you—bad. We'll both make a bundle off him, if you're game. And as long as you're good to him, you'll have someplace warm to stay this winter."

"Sounds good," Craig said as he drifted off into sleep.

* * * *

The next day, as the gardening service's crew was having its lunch before finishing up the leaf blowing on the lot of one of the older Victorian mansions in the town of Frederick, a Mercedes SUV rolled up to the curb and the driver honked its horn. Craig looked out toward the street and then back to see that Dave was standing there with Craig's duffel bag in his hand. Craig hadn't seen that go into the truck when they'd left the doublewide that morning.

"You're moving me on?" he asked Dave. He recognized the Mercedes. The garage door at Nathan Jenkins's Chestnut Grove subdivision mansion had been open. Two Mercedes had been inside the garage—a two-seater sports car and this SUV.

"I phoned Jenkins," Dave said. "He's hot for you. He offered fifty a day for you—for your cut—plus housing and board for as long as you stay with him. He does it rough, though. I should warn you of that. That's over $73,000 a year, free and clear of maintenance, It's a good deal. And my family's coming back to town tomorrow. You'll have to go somewhere."

"But your family isn't moving in with you when they come back, are they?" Craig said.

"No. But my stepson comes over, sometimes without notice."

"The young man—your stepson is the main thing here, isn't he?" And Craig knew the stepson's name was Rob. His name was on some of the stuff in his room at Dave's trailer. "Will I see you again if I agree to go to Jenkins?"

"I don't think so, unless that doesn't work out and you need to have some work. I'll always take you back on to blow leaves, if you need the work."

"But I won't be blowing you again?"

"I don't think so," Dave answered. He had decency to look regretful.

"Because of the stepson? Because I remind you of your stepson?"

"You are so much like him—and you two look alike and are the same age. It just doesn't seem to be right."

That was when Craig knew for sure that Dave was fucking his stepson. It was as close as Dave was coming to admitting it. And he'd come looking for it when his family was gone and he'd found someone just like his stepson. The young man was coming back, though. Craig was a complication Dave no longer needed. Craig was sort of sad. Dave had fucked him right.

"This is a way for you to keep out of the clutches of your mom's boyfriend," Dave said. "You want what the boyfriend gives; you just are conflicted because he's doing your mom too. This just moves you on to a better hookup. This Nathan guy doesn't have anyone else for you to worry about."

The car horn sounded again.

"It's a good deal," Dave said. "Don't let it get away from you—unless he gets too rough."

"I'd be making fifty a day. How much will you be making to pimp me?" Craig asked.

"It's a good deal," Dave growled, thrusting the duffel bag at Craig. "You know what the company's cut is. Leave the leaf blower here and go to the car."

Craig took the duffel bag, said, "Sorry. Thanks for making the hookup." He knew that Dave really was trying to set up a better situation for him. He turned and walked across the newly bare front lawn as the passenger door to the Mercedes opened.

* * * *

"And this is the master bedroom. Your bedroom will be down the hall—if you want to use it."

Nathan Jenkins was showing Craig around his large Chestnut Grove house. Craig had been wondering how the man took care of all of this himself until they'd gotten to the kitchen and Jenkins introduced Craig to two young Hispanic men, Ricardo and Carlos, in the kitchen. Both were relatively young, not more than late twenties, both were trim and good-looking, and neither looked at Craig like he was competition. Their scrutiny of and smiles for him indicated more that he was an infusion into the sport of the house. This impression was because both were stripped down to just athletic shorts, which is what Jenkins reduced his clothing to as soon as they got to the house.

Craig felt overdressed, but he had the definite feeling he wouldn't remain that way for long.

Craig didn't have time to remark on the possible sleeping arrangements when they got to the master bedroom, because Jenkins had come in close to him and was pressing down on Craig's shoulder with one hand while slipping his athletic shorts off his hips and stepping out of them with the other.

"Dave tells me you have a soft mouth," he murmured.

Craig got the hint, went down on his knees, grasped the man's hips with his hands, took Jenkins's erection in his mouth, and gave him head.

The first fucking was nearby, on the bed, with Craig, now stripped, bent over the foot of the bed, and Jenkins folded over his back, grasping the young man's wrists with his hands, Craig's arms forced over his head, and Jenkins mounted on and rhythmically fucking the young man's ass. Craig hadn't been in the house for more than a half hour.

Once Craig had been initiated, those in the house went without clothes altogether. Lunch was in the breakfast room, served by Ricardo and Carlos. All four of them were in erection, thinking of what came after lunch. Craig was given a good idea what that might be. Dave had warned him that Jenkins could be rough. He hadn't warned him about Ricardo and Carlos and that Jenkins liked to watch too, although perhaps Dave didn't know there was a Ricardo and Carlos. He may not have expressed worry anyway, having already watched his own grounds crew DP Craig in his trailer the previous night. He'd watched Craig handle that just fine and then wanting more from Dave. The way the two Hispanic houseboys hovered around Craig during lunch, touching him and each other, Craig wasn't surprised that they wanted to use him together.

The question was whether Jenkins would be willing to share. It was his money. The answer was the he was willing to share, but he wanted to watch.

The hint of what Jenkins would want for himself, though, was provided by what, besides food, was displayed on the lunch table—restraints and a riding crop. During the meal Jenkins kept touching these and looking at Craig. He finally cleared his throat and started to speak, but Craig anticipated him. "I'd been told about this," Craig said. Jenkins smiled and resumed his lunch.

"I've been told about these," Craig repeated, touching the restraints and riding crop on the table, "but I wasn't told about them," he said, gesturing to the two houseboys.

"And, so, if you stay it will become a pleasant surprise," Jenkins said, smiling again.

"Pleasant for you certainly."

The smile remained on Jenkins's face. "Let us be clear. As long as I am paying what I'm paying, it's my pleasure that counts."

And that was that. Craig clammed up.

After they ate, Ricardo and Carlos guided Craig into their bedroom off the kitchen, put him between them, and fucked him together, Ricardo, in front, and Carlos, behind, sharing his hole. They did as well with him, and brought as many moans and groans out of him, as Alvaro and Diego had the night before. Jenkins stood in the doorway and watched, stroking himself off, waiting for his turn on top, first with Ricardo and then with Carlos. Each DP was becoming easier and more pleasurable to Craig, which was a good thing, as the arrangement in Jenkins's house indicated he would get many of them as long as he stayed here.

The afternoon and evening were for Jenkins alone. Craig was bound at all four points, spread-eagled, face down, not in Jenkins's bed, but in Jenkins's sexual workout room in the basement of the mansion. Here, the man used his riding crop on the young man's bare buttocks, not striking too hard, and opened the young man's hole wide—not really required after Craig's session sandwiched between the two Hispanic houseboys—with a Doc Johnson Master D dildo. Then, running an arm under the moaning young man's belly, he raised Craig to his knees, mounted him, and fucked him.

Later, the young man was introduced to the room's X-frame and kneeling bench. That night he was in the man's bed, Jenkins too exhausted to demand more than a sixty-nine blow job until sometime around 3:00 a.m., when the man was rejuvenated and "requested" and received a cowboy ride. Ken was accommodating. He'd been told that he could sleep in the next day as long as he wanted to.

Lying there, in the man's embrace, near dawn, Craig contemplated whether he enjoyed this—whether he would receive pleasure from it, which, so far he did more than suffering from it. Chances were that this was a flurry of initial activity that would settle down into something less taxing and strenuous soon enough. But was it worth the effort? He went to sleep thinking that, yes, it was, given that it was predicted to be a cold winter. He could endure it for four months of cold weather. Overall, he was having a good time with it.

It certainly beat sitting and shivering under the underpass bridge over the stream into Monarch Ridge Park west of Frederick.