My father loves to keep the yard well maintained. He enjoys brining his coworkers and buddies home and showing it off. Naturally we have a grounds keeper. His name is Mr. Lynne. He is a pleasant older gentleman from Australia who I must admit does a very nice job. Still, one man can’t oversee everything. Dad liked to watch the men work and give instructions to them, but alas, he is a very busy man with his business.
Will left to go home to Belgium in early July. It had only been a few days but I missed him like crazy. I missed his shoulder length hair, his blue eyes, but most of all, his 12” cock.
Dad noticed my depressed state and told me that since my younger brother Aaron was mine now maybe I should oversee his work. That sounded to me like a good way to get over my depression of Will going back home. I planned to report to Mr. Lynne first thing in the morning to find out what Aaron’s jobs were.
I knocked on Mr. Lynne’s door bright and early that morning. “Good morning James,” he said as he opened the door.
“Good morning Mr. Lynne,” I replied. “Did Dad tell you that I will be your new assistant supervisor?”
“Yes, he called and told me last night. You will be supervising your brother correct?”
“Correct.”
“Aaron is working in the stable today. By the way, my son is coming and will be joining the two of you.”
This bit of information surprised me. I remembered hearing Mr. Lynne talking about his now 19-yr. old son. Supposedly when Mr. Lynne and his wife moved to the U.S.A their son Joe stayed behind in Australia. Too bad I had never seen a picture.
I went over to the stable and sat on a bench outside and waited for Aaron, who was 15 minutes late. After a few more minutes he came casually strolling up. He is 5’11 sandy blond hair and ocean blue eyes. He weighs about 150lbs and is very muscular due to the nature of his work.
His eyes widened when he caught site of me. Once he was close enough I slapped him hard across the face. “You are 20 minutes late!” I screamed at him.
“I, I’m sorry!” he stammered. “I slept in late is all.”
“Let’s just make sure it never happens again,” I said. “And if it does, you will get a whole lot worse than a slap.”
“I understand. Now what am I supposed to do?”
I looked down at the written instructions. “First you are to hose down all the horses, then you will fill their buckets with oats.”
He nodded and unwound the hose and turned the water on. I set up my fold up chair so I would have a good view. I watched as he brought out the first horse, a chestnut mare. I watched as he hosed off all the caked mud and dirt from the mare’s back.
He continued this until one by one all 20 horses were clean. I found that my eyes were glued to his perfect round ass the whole time. I had been deep inside that ass many times, and I wanted in it very badly at that moment. It wasn’t long before my 8” cock was semi erect.
Then it was time to fill the feed buckets. I reluctantly got up out of my chair and went into the stable with him. He collected all the feed buckets and took them into the storage room. He brought down the oat bag and began to fill them. “We’re almost out of oats,” he pointed out.
“I know that!” I snapped. “It says here that there is going to be a delivery today.”
After all of the morning’s tasks were accomplished sure enough a delivery truck with piles of hay bales and bags of oats pulled up the driveway. The driver climbed out and looked around to find someone.
“You in charge?” he asked me.
“Yes, I am,” I said. “What can I do for you?”