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Chapter eighteen July 31
Wednesday morning, Billy woke up to the sound of an angry ancient generator running in the back yard. Well not so much running as limping along, coughing and spasming, almost stopping a few times until he heard a distinct "fuck!" and then a loud metal clang. After that the generator behaved itself. He stumbled outside blinking and tearing to see his dad and three guys standing around that hole of a pool his dad started a few summers past, now just sitting there filling in with weeds.
"And this is my son Bill" Joe said introducing him to the crew "the is Gus Holard from Holard Construction" Billy felt a bit underdressed in his shorts and sneakers without time to throw on a shirt or anything, but he shook the hand of a balding chubby guy in his late thirties or so, his grip solid and warm Billy could tell this guy did more supervising than working, judging by his beer-belly, but his forearms however were corded with muscle.
"Howdo Bill" Gus said looking him up and down without expression.
"The name's Hank" said Gus' worker, a big hulk not much older than Billy. Probably a college student with a summer job, Billy thought, but he gave Hank a good look. Another Hank, he thought, why are the Hanks all such hunks.
"Ger" said the third guy shaking his hand. He was about Bill's height and weight but his arms and legs were all sinew, and not an ounce of fat. He looked like a gymnast or track person, a very strong and wiry gymnast.
"I was just explaining to these guys" Joe went on "that I got to spend the days at the store so you are gonna be watching out for things, making sure everything gets done right and if they need anything you're here to make sure they get the supplies or anything they need."
"Well as you know Joe" Gus cut in "we do quality work, no one would disagree-"
"Never said you didn't-"
"But we are short handed for a couple of weeks-"
Billy took charge "well I'm sure my dad told you we got kinda a strict time frame here and we really do not want to go over budget-"
"No the three of us can handle the hard stuff" Gus said looking at Billy "but sometimes we're gonna need someone to run downtown to fetch supplies or run paperwork back and forth to the city, y'know junk like that-"
"Well then I'm your man" Billy was on a roll "whatever I can help you with so you come in on time and on budget you let me know."
Gus looked at Joe and at Billy "well alright then. If we're all agreed here we got a pool to put in!"
"Great" Billy said looking at his dad trying to shoo him away "what do you need from me?"
"Right now we're fine we got all we need for the excavation. Why don't you go find us the weather report for the next forty-eight and then give us room to get this going."
Joe looked at Billy and saw his project seemed to be working. Billy was giving the impression he was on top of the world and Gus would make sure he didn't get into too much trouble. He got into his car without a worry.
The rest of the morning Billy stood off to the side observing and waiting for directions. He was happy to run supplies back and forth from the truck but mainly watched as his dad's trench became an actual pit. Gus was relieved to hear that no storms were expected for at least a week so it looked like the excavation and buttressing could be done with the minimal additional work and be all but done by noon.
Billy was far from objecting when the morning got warmer and warmer and one by one the guys started shedding their jackets and shirts. Billy set up a rack on the porch where he hung them up as they were tossed, remembering Kroos and chuckling.
The chunky one, Gus was no longer in fighting weight as the coach would say, but with his shirt off, he was chunky but impressive and when he strained or lifted, his back muscles still showed their muscularity. The thinner one, Gerry, was stronger than he looked, but was very casual about his appearance. The college guy, Big Hank as Billy nicknamed him, instead was very conscious of how he looked and how Billy was looking at him, and it almost seemed that every time he saw Billy glancing his way he made a point of ignoring the attention, but gave an extra flex or bend, looking very innocent all the while.
As the morning grew hotter Billy started bringing them more and more iced tea "on the house, don't want you guys losing steam we got a job to do here guys" but Billy wanted to play his hunch. Sure enough when Gus called lunch break, Big Hank took Billy aside,
"Hey you think it'd be okay if I just used your john a minute?" Billy looked him up and down watching his sweaty hairless chest drip into his cutoffs and did his best to sound serious, "well you know it's not standard-"
"C'mon Bill I been holding it all morning."
"Alright but don't mud up the place. C'mon" and Billy led him into the kitchen where he saw his mom had left a note directing Billy to sandwiches and drinks in the frig, and then up the stairs into the bathroom. Big Hank just about knocked him aside trying to get in there. Billy saw him slam the door shut and heard the loud stream hit the bowl. Big Hank didn't know the problems with the door latch so after a second or two the door slowly swung open.
Billy just waited and stared as Big Hank stood pissing, his fat wrinkled dick pumping a yellow stream into the bowl. He tried to stop and reach over and close the door but it was just out of reach and he was in no condition to interrupt himself. All he could do was stand there and finish, seeing Billy's eyes on him the whole time. As he finished, and was shaking he said "that door needs some working on, heh?"
"My dad fixed it a few times but it still won't stay closed" but Billy continued to watch. Big Hank slowly gave it a couple of tugs for full effect and as it started to respond he slowly put his dick away, but not before he saw the reaction he was getting from Billy's shorts.
"Hey you think I could rinse myself off real fast" Hank said thumbing at the shower stall.
Billy tried to look stern and disapproving but felt himself getting evn more turned on "Well you know it's not-"
"C'mon Billy it'll be real quick and I won't make a speck of mess-"
"I don't know-" thinking, yeah maybe I could be talked into seeing the hunk lose the duds.
"C'mon three seconds-"
"Alright but don't use up all the hot water for crissakes" and Billy turned to leave before his dickhead started to poke through the leg opening.
"Thanks I owe ya" and behind him Billy heard the sound of Hank's cut-offs hitting the tile. He raced into his bedroom and threw on some underwear and pants hiding his hardon better. He went downstairs to the kitchen, grabbed the sandwiches and soft drinks and took them out to Gus and Ger.
"Here's some lunch for you guys, don't know if you brought any.. Don't worry it's on the house."
Gus looked up and said "Well thank your mom. We brought some food but if you're sure it's all right" and Gus grabbed two. Ger just waived it away with a "maybe later" and took another bite of his apple. When they were settled into two chairs in the shade, Gus said "don't mean to bother ya, but any place to piss around here?"
"Yeah follow me" and Billy directed him to the half finished basement "there's a john down there."
"Thanks" and Gus loudly galloped downstairs.
Billy looked back outside to Ger who seemed to be happy just sitting and eating so he went back upstairs to check on Big Hank. As he expected, the door was still wide open and the sound of the shower was coming from the stall.
He walked in to see the shape of Hank's shoulder and hip through the curtains just as he was turning off the water. The curtain were yanked to the side and there was Hank, very wet and very naked.
"Hey y'got a towel?" he just stood there facing him, knowing he looked very fine and in no hurry to cover himself.
Billy was a couple of seconds late with, "ah... yeah..." and got one from the hall closet "here."
"Thanks" Hank started to dry himself seeing Billy was watching his every move like a hawk. He looked down at Billy's crotch, "so you changed huh?"
"Yeah I guess" Billy was glued to the sight of this big guy, maybe a few pounds over what he would be in top form, but with smooth and tanned skin stretching over his arm and shoulder muscles "these are cooler" a fat lie.
"So you keep yourself in good shape?" Hank asked, watching Billy's chest rise and fall as his heart rate started speeding up.
"Wrestling" Billy could manage.
"Cool, I useta in high school" Hank said flexing his shoulders and pecs before resuming his drying.
"What happened?"
"Tore a leg muscle" Hank said pulling the towel away from his crotch, his dick now starting to discolor from the towel rubbing "right there" and he started to kneed his upper thigh right at the groin crease. As he kneaded his cock started to lose the wrinkles and swell.
"Man" was all Billy could say.
"Yeah it sure as hell put an end to wrestling for me" Hank continued, looking down at his cock now starting to pull away from his balls and start to pulse upwards "but a lot of guys get busted up worse than me" and his dick was now filling with blood, unmistakably hardening "I can't complain."
"Man" Billy repeated.
"So if you want" Hank now started to massage himself openly"you can stay but I gotta finish... drying off" he now was moving his hand in a slow and steady rhythm and his cock came to a full stand "cause I don't wanna make a mess" he looked straight at Billy's jeans now stretched along one leg "cause you may not let me" and his hand a quick tight jerking motion right behind the head "shower tomorrow" and he squeezed his eyes shut "if I do" and a large glob of cum started to dribble out of the head and before it could hit the floor Hank caught it with his other hand almost filling the cupped palm, "Right?" and he lifted it to his mouth and damn! if it didn't look like he lapped it up!
"F-f-fuuuuuck" Billy moaned and without moving a muscle, a dark stain started to form along one pants leg.
Hank quickly rinsed his hands and threw on his cutoff and shoes. He looked at the mess in Billy's jeans and just said "very cool dude" and went downstairs.
When Billy recovered from his shock he jumped back into his bedroom and stripped off the cum-stained jeans and shorts. He changed back into his original shorts and a t-shirt when he was finally shrunk down to presentable again.
By the time he got back outside the three were finishing up their lunch like nothing was the slightest bit out of the ordinary. He looked at Big Hank for some kind of reaction but Hank was acting like nothing was even slightly different. After a while Gus looked at Billy and said "Okay guys we don't get paid for sitting. Let get the 'crete mixed up. Hell we could even finish pouring today."
Billy watched for a while as Gerry got the cement mixer going and Gus and Hank finished putting the forms together. After a while Gus gave him a list of some spacers and brackets they were missing.
Billy went inside and busied himself in the kitchen cleaning up from lunch.
He just shrugged and called his dad explaining what he needed to get, not knowing where or how. His dad told him to sit tight and he would call the local supplier and have them delivered within the hour. Billy went back outside and gave Gus the news, and he looked back at Billy very impressed. Billy felt on top of the world but still a bit offguard by Hank who continued to work like nothing had ever happened.
After a while the supply truck pulled up and unloaded the additional material. Gus checked it and Billy signed for it, feeling like he could get used to this. The afternoon wound down and before he knew it four o'clock and quitting time arrived. The concrete walls were poured and covered and the crew was packing up when Joe pulled up. He talked with Gus briefly and then inspected the work.
"Well you've been busy today" he said looking at Billy. Billy blushed remembering the noon incident.
"Billy here helped or we woulda gotten in a bind" Hank volunteered. Billy gave him the strangest look.
"So we'll see you tomorrow boss?" Gus said looking at Billy. Joe bit his tongue.
"Bright and early" he said helping them carry the last of their kits to their truck trying to get a comment to Hank alone without success. They finished loading and left.
"So how was it?" Joe said.
"So far so good" Billy answered biting his lip.