"Can't Win Them All" Part 2
Email – Justin Balancier - jbalancier9@yahoo.com
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A typical work day...
Ben, never let on that he was using his body as an escort. He could become aroused and get off several times when he needed too; so to him it was just business. However with Mike, it was pure lust for sexual gratification.
Even dog tired, after working his night job, Ben became proficient at landscape design, and seldom missed a day with the team. Everyone treasured Ben for his professional ability for design and loyalty to the company.
There were two teams working together landscaping. The softscape team, selected and planted lawns, shrubs and trees; and the hardscape team worked with stone and rock building walls and patios. There was also Ben's private two man team where he couldn't stop drooling over Michael's solid tight looking ass. He was determined to nail it.
The nursery owner was approached by an architect who had drawn up plans for landscaping a new home on Long Island. When Ben looked over the plans for placement of the trees, he came up with a better idea. The shade trees were in the wrong spot to shade the house, so Ben asked to change the location. The property owner agreed and thought Ben had remarkable ability for garden design. Michael knew he had other remarkable abilities with his body, especially his lips.
"Okay, so they like your idea, big fuckin deal," said Mike in front of the other guys.
"Hey menzo, don't be pickin on our man Ben; he's right" said Jerry, one of the other guys on the softscape team.
"He knows we are jerking him around – just pulling his dick" replied Mike laughing and patting Ben on the back.
The contract was the major job they had that summer. They worked several weeks constructing a bluestone wall before the trees and shrubs were planted. The lawns were established using sod, and an electrical contractor added automatic garden lights.
The owner's wife, an attractive woman in her fifties, brought bottles of water and lemonade to give to the guys who were landscaping the property.
"Who's in charge?" She asked Mike
"No one officially, Mrs. Campo, we know what we have to do, so we do it. The boss is Pete, who stops by in the white truck a couple of times a day, checking on progress.
I'm Mike and this is Ben, Matt, Jerry and Salvatore is over there by the bulldozer"
"I want to say how please I am with the landscaping; it's exactly the way I envisioned it looking; and call me Caroline, no need to be formal."
"Landscaping is what we do best, thank you Caroline" replied Mike
"I'm sure you do many things best, she replied, and turned to walk away but not before zeroing in, for several seconds, on Mike's crotch.
He didn't notice her staring, but Ben did.
"Somebody's got an admirer" said Benjamin to Mike
"That's nuts, replied Mike
"Could be, but I don't think so. There is looking and then there is `looking', if you get what I mean. Of course, she is old enough to be your mother."
"If I was interested, which I am not; I would do her. I don't put pussy and numbers in the same thought. She looks good." Said Mike "Hell, she's probably wild spread naked on the kitchen floor.
"That's pretty good coming from the guy who wouldn't cheat on his wife."
"I lied."
You won't get an argument from me," was Ben's only reply. He was a far bigger gigolo, but nobody knew that. Escorting older women and stripping for men, was his clandestine job that he kept to himself. Nothing about people, bother him at all; he simply wanted to use his body in different places being hopelessly devoted to no one.
There were smaller landscaping jobs the crew did that summer. The landscaping for the Campo's on Long Island was by far the most challenging, because of the wall and big tress they wanted planted.
The next time Mike called Ben (just to talk) was Labor Day and the nursery was closed.
"Hey man, how's it hanging?" Mike asked
Wait `till I get a free hand, and I'll check"
"Got any time?"
"Time for what?" said Ben trying to sound playful
"Me – stupid; for me," shouted Mike
"Michelangelo, "are you trying to molest me?" "Oh yeah" he replied
"Sure, I'm easy if you can you be here in an hour?" Said Ben
"I can do it in a half hour; I'm calling from my truck and driving"
"I knew that"
"Like hell, you don't know shit."
"I'm a pro, remember – I know you and you're leaking precum"
"Okay buddy, yeah you know me." Answered Mike and he was gone
Ben took the fastest shower in the history of water. He cleaned himself out and was dressed in a flash wearing only jeans over his still moist body. He sat on the outside steps just as Mike pulled in front of the house.
"Okay jamoko, you wanna go bowling, eat, watch TV or do we play gay? Let me tell you what I could use about now." said Mike as he lowered himself down next to Ben on the steps. "Well, you wanna know?"
"I'm thinking – just wait, I'm thinking"
"Yeah, yeah, while you're thinking, my fuckin dick needs your lips around it."
"You know I'll do it. Jesus, what about me" said Ben
"Then let's do what you want to do"
"Okay, I get to choose."
"Yeah, you choose," he replied
"I want to fuck you"
"Me? You wanna fuck me? What are you nuts?"
"Why not, we do everything else."
"I have been wondering when you'd get around to that." Mike replied. "It ain't gonna happen"
"That's fine. You probably can't take it anyway."
"You don't know what I can take. Jesus, now you're pissed again" said Mike
"I don't get pissed. I'm not Maria." Ben said to him in perfect Italian. Then he took his hand to pull him up from the steps.
"Jesus man, don't hold hands with me. Do you want the neighbors to think we are a couple of queers" Mike blurted out.
"Oh my God, porca troia (holy shit) what was I thinking..." said Ben with a look about as revolting as Mike had ever seen before.
"Okay, if you wanna fuck me then let's go do it."
To be continued...Mike becomes Ben's whore.
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