Ethan took a deep breath and used every bit of courage he could find. His shaking hand knocked on the old trailer door three times. The strong afternoon sun intensified every second he waited. After a minute, the door opened loudly and Evil Frank stood there in all his intimidating massiveness. The man wore a dirty wife beater and ragged, brown cargo shorts, and some worn-out flip flops. His big beer belly and thick, saggy arms shined in the sun. His skin was red, and his arms were covered with cheesy tattoos and a layer of thick hair.
The man stared at Ethan with a threatening grin and analyzed him from top to bottom. Ethan noticed that his face was red and wrinkly, covered with a dirty stubble, but it still carried a strong energy and confidence from when he worked as a Marine.
"What do you need, young man?" asked Frank, with a raspy, slightly irritated tone.
Ethan gulped. His voice sounded thin and shaky when he answered.
"I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but I was wondering if I could help you and clean up your yard."
Evil Frank looked at Ethan with a strange expression. His eyebrows raised slightly, and his blue eyes suddenly glinted with surprise.
"What do you mean? You need money?"
"N-no, sir. Not at all. I noticed you could use some help... and uh, I want to volunteer to clean it up for you."
"Why?" asked Frank quickly. He looked at Ethan from top to bottom again.
Ethan lowered his head for two seconds and caught a glimpse of Frank's famous fat bulge. The soft snake flopped around freely under his shorts. It always flopped around, left and right, every time Evil Frank walked down the street, and it made the women laugh in embarrassment and make comments about his incredible size. How many wives had secretly visited his trailer and had tasted Evil Frank's Fat Schlong? - That's what people called it: the Fat Schlong, and every time he used it, the trailer bounced and squeaked and the whole neighborhood knew somebody was getting pounded.
"Sir, I just want to help. Consider it a courtesy for your services, sir," replied Ethan humbly, but Frank had caught the little glimpse at his crotch.
"A courtesy, huh?" said Frank ironically. He looked around and seemed to think for a minute. "You're Ryan's son, right?"
"Yes, sir. Ethan, sir," answered Ethan while cringing internally. If his father ever knew what he intended to do, that would make the next family reunion very awkward, especially because Frank and his father were longtime enemies.
Frank walked out of the trailer, slightly bumping his big shoulder against Ethan and forcing him to walk back. Frank turned around a few times, inspecting his own yard, then hocked a loogie and spat on the floor. Ethan observed his sweaty back and hairy calves. The man was tall and somehow impressive, even as a burly 50-year-old.
"How old are you?" asked Frank while looking around the empty street.
"Twenty-five, sir," replied Ethan quickly.
Frank turned around again and walked toward Ethan. He approached Ethan until his face was only a few inches from him. Ethan looked up and gulped again. He realized the man could beat him to a pulp.
"Look, buddy, I know what you want," said Frank in a lower tone. "But I'm not interested. You're too young, and your father and I have a history. Go home to your daddy, alright?"
Frank bumped into him again and walked toward the trailer door. Ethan felt the shame all over his body. His face burned with embarrassment, but he knew what he wanted and he would not give up so easily. He was tired of pleasing his father and he was tired of being with chicks - they caused too many problems. He wanted something different.
"Sir, please... I don't want anything from you. Just let me help you this time," he begged all of a sudden.
"I don't need your help, buddy," barked Frank with a brutish, impatient tone. "Now go away or I'll knock your teeth out." He closed the door loudly.
Ethan waited a few minutes under the sun. He took another deep breath and knocked on the door again. He hoped Evil Frank wouldn't hurt him too much.
He heard some clunky noise inside the trailer and the door opened again. Frank had the most threatening gaze he had ever seen. He felt his legs shake and his butthole twitch in fear.
"Please, sir, please... I just want to serve you," said Ethan meekly.
Frank stared at him for a whole minute, with a deep eye-to-eye contact. Ethan tried to sustain the contact for a good ten seconds, but slowly gave up and looked down at Frank's big feet.
"You want to serve me, huh?" mocked Frank all of a sudden. His red face finally turned into a dirty grin, exposing his shiny gold tooth. "I know what you want, buddy. You're not gonna get it. But if you really want to serve me, well... go ahead. Clean up my fucking yard."
"T-thank you, sir. Right away, sir," said Ethan promptly.
"Alright," Frank chuckled and pointed his fat finger to the old tires on the floor. "Start by cleaning those tires, and get rid of all that junk. If you do a good job I'll give you the honor of cleaning my trailer too. How's that sound?" he mocked openly.
"Sounds fair, sir."
Frank chuckled in disbelief and burped casually.
"Alright, have fun," he said, and shut the door again.
Ethan caught another small glimpse of Frank's bulge before he disappeared. The desperation inside his chest and between his asscheeks was stronger than his self-respect. He would have to work hard to convince Evil Frank of anything. Only a few guys had had the honor of experiencing the Fat Schlong. It was a known fact the bastard preferred women, especially married women with fat tits and tight beavers, but there was a strong rumor Frank had busted a nut inside Garry's son the previous summer.
Ethan started working on the tires by moving them around and getting rid of the water. He found a cloth lying near the door and used it to remove all the dirt. He then rolled the tires under a shadow and pilled them up. The sun intensified the heat and he felt a drop of sweat run down his forehead. He started collecting all the junk that had accumulated for months around the trailer - bottles, bags, boxes, rusty tools, dismantled car parts - and when he managed to put them all into a big cardboard box, an hour or two had passed.
Frank looked out the window and made a raspy sound of approval. He then gave Ethan a broom and a wet cloth and told him to clean up the ground around the trailer.
"And while you're at it, clean those windows too," said Frank casually.
"Yes, sir, right away, sir," replied Ethan.
"Thanks, buddy." Frank chuckled. "You're a cool guy."
Ethan spent another hour wiping the floor and removing the dust and the dirt from the windows. He also decided to polish the exterior in general, rubbing the cloth up and down the panels and the front door. By the end of it, the whole trailer looked shiny and fresh.
Frank walked outside and inspected the result. He made deep, throaty sounds of approval and tapped Ethan on the back.
"Thanks, bud. That's a pretty decent job. Come inside and drink some coffee." The man grabbed Ethan's shoulder and practically pushed him into the trailer.
A smell of beer and cigars hit Ethan's nose when he stepped inside. The small kitchen was covered with dirty dishes and boxes of pizza. Beer bottles lay around the floor and on top of the tables. A large TV was turned on in front of a brown leather couch. In the back, Ethan saw a glimpse of a messy bed, and dirty socks and underwear lying on the floor.
"I've been lazy lately, so I appreciate some help," said Frank while shoving a cup of coffee in Ethan's hand. "My bad knee won't let me do much."
They sat on the couch and stared at the TV screen for a while. Ethan felt an intoxicating, masculine scent take hold of him the more he breathed. The whole place reeked of Evil Frank - his beer, his cigars, his hairy armpits and bodily testosterone, and probably his ballsack. The man spread his legs comfortably and burped casually. Ethan couldn't help but stare at his crotch for a few seconds.
"I know what you want, buddy. You don't fool me," noted Frank while staring at the TV.
"Sir?" asked Ethan meekly. He gulped and looked away from Frank's intimidating bulge. He felt his butthole tingle.
"Clean up some of that mess, will you?" said Frank suddenly, pointing at the kitchen.
"Uhm, yes, sir, of course."
Ethan collected all the boxes and beer bottles and put them into the trashcan. He used a cloth to clean the surfaces, and started washing the dishes carefully. Frank chuckled at the TV and scratched his balls naturally, as if Ethan wasn't there. Ethan began to feel overwhelmed with the amount of work he had to do, but if he wanted to convince Frank, he would need to impress him. He found a sponge and started rubbing every inch of Frank's kitchen.
"Bring me a beer, buddy," said Frank an hour later.
Ethan obeyed and quickly handed him a beer bottle. The man winked and waved his head toward the bed in the back. Ethan walked into a tight and warm bedroom and collected all the dirty socks and yellow underwear. He noticed an intoxicating smell coming from them. Frank's briefs and boxers were obviously stretched out by the shape of his Fat Schlong. Ethan made the bed and brought a cloth to clean the dirt on every surface. He also took that opportunity to clean the dirty toilet and organize the junk inside the bathroom.
After a while, Frank walked into the room and inspected the place. He nodded approvingly and chuckled like a proud dad.
"Good job, bud. Come here, sit down," said Frank as he sat on the bed.
Ethan felt his heart beat faster as he sat next to Evil Frank. The man grabbed his shoulder and patted him a few times.
