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Josh's Summer Job 19
"That's it baby. Damn yeah, take it, take it."
The hot slab of meat drove in and out of Billy's suctioning lips. It swelled and filled his mouth with cum. Billy gulped down the tart gravy and searched for more. The funeral director sagged in his chair and sighed. He'd asked Josh about the boy, and Josh had delivered. He straightened his clothes as Billy pulled on his tee shirt and jeans. Before he turned to leave the funeral director handed him a fifty.
Josh was loading the mower onto the trailer when Billy emerged from the back door of the funeral parlor looking upset.
"Everything okay?"
"Great."
Josh read his friends discomfort, but wasn't certain of the cause. Billy saw the question hovering in Josh's expression, and avoided the moment, busying himself with loading the equipment. When they drove away he buried himself in the paper Josh had bought this morning.
It was all going so fast. Two weeks ago Billy had been an average high school kid on summer break. Now he was working with Josh every day. They worked hard, tending to landscaping. Most of the work was lawn maintenance, but Josh's business was far more extensive than he had imagined. Along with the twenty homes he cared for, there were nearly as many businesses. The work wasn't technically difficult, but it did have physical demands. There was a need to hustle so that they could tend to the numerous clients.
Josh had worked out a schedule that had eased some of the time constraints. The plan centered around a number of their non-business clients. He'd drop Billy off with a mower and tools and go on to another client in the same area. The plan allowed them to cover multiple clients in the same time Josh used to service one. It didn't take long to realize it also gave Josh time to service his special clients without Billy being present.
Billy's encounter with funeral director hadn't been prearranged. He'd been weeding the flower beds outside Scott's office. The windows were covered by sheer curtains. Billy's proximity made the filmy fabric nearly transparent. He could see the man behind the desk. He was older, but handsome. He noticed Billy and smiled before returning to his work.
The next bed brought Billy to a point where he could see the man in profile. He was on the phone. The richly upholstered desk chair swung gently to and fro as the funeral director continued his conversation. The fabric of his slacks was drawn tight. It revealed a nice package. Billy couldn't help but notice. The funeral director caught him looking. Rather than growing angry he reached down and cupped his equipment as he finished his call.
They were done early today. Josh dropped Billy at home. As soon as he pulled away, Danny emerged from the shadow of the garage.
"Hey."
"`Sup, where ya been?"
"Workin' for Josh."
"Yeah I see."
"What?"
"Nothin'"
Billy was bare chested. Two weeks of outdoor work had colored his creamy skin with a golden glow. It was becoming. A semicircular bruise graced his shoulder.
"Somebody markin' their territory?"
"Not what ya think."
"Oh yeah, a muffler burn."
Billy smiled; his face lighting up with mirth.
Danny relaxed slightly.
"What cha up to?"
"Gonna catch a shower, wanna join me?" Billy offered.
Danny followed him in. Prior to their encounter with Josh sex had been a daily ritual for them. Now he hadn't seen Billy for nearly a week. In the interim, masturbation had been his only outlet.
They necked beneath the warm spray grinding and exploring each other. Danny spewed hot seed over his lover's belly. Billy held him close until his tremors subsided. He smiled at Danny and shut the water.
"You didn't get off," Danny marveled.
"Um, no, do you want me to?"
Danny closed his eyes and shuddered anew.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm not a trick Billy."
"What!"
"You been helping Josh with more than cutting lawns?"
Billy stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around his slim hips.
"You are, aren't ya?"
"What if I am?"
"Oh man, don't ya get it. Maybe he needs the cash, or maybe that's just who he is, but it isn't you."
Billy shook his head and moved to his room.
"You can't say it isn't so," Danny said following him.
"Look if you're here to lecture me..."
"I'm here to have some fun with my buddy. He used to be just as hot for it as I was, but now..."
"...now what? Ya just got your nut. It wasn't any good?"
Danny pulled up on his pants. He was desperately trying not to cry.
"Ya seemed ta enjoy it, so what's the fuckin' problem?"
Danny fixed an unbelieving stare at Billy. He wanted to scream at him, shake him, make him see what he was doing. The rage built. He fished his wallet from his pocket.
"It's probably not enough, but thanks for the ride." He dropped a twenty on the bed and fled the house.
Billy wanted to chase him but he'd yet to dress. He picked up the twenty. It reminded him of the extra twenty Josh had left on the day he disappeared. Worse, it was the second time someone he'd been paid for his services today.