When Granddad arrived the next morning I was shaking and sweating. What if Ron said something today? What if everything exploded?
I was in the kitchen making coffee when he came in and said, “ Boy, I don’t know what happened last night but Ron called me this morning.”
I froze!
“ He said he’s quitting the crew and moving out west to start over – something he’s wanted to do for a long time,” said Granddad.
“OH”
“ Yeah, said he’ll be gone by week’s end,” Granddad continued, “ must have been some conversation you two had last night.” He just laughed and went outside.
I was relieved. Confused. Sad. And, off the hook.
I never saw Ron again.
The weather continued to be relentless and the crew arrived shortly after Granddad. He decided that the fencing, stonework, and ornamentation could go ahead and the gardening would have to wait.
It was strange without Ron, but a lot more comfortable. We had entered week three of what was to take only one week but no one seemed to mind and everyone was getting along great.
I also didn’t mind a really hot group of guys who had gotten used to working shirtless and in shorts that only made appearances in dreams. Everyday I tried to outdo myself and today was no different. On the weekend I had managed to find a wrestling singlet that looked like it had been used to scrub floors for the past twenty years. The insignia was barely visible and only threads remained on the straps, ass and crotch. It was a small and I should have worn a medium. Let’s just say, if I ever looked especially hot today was the day.
We had our morning coffee then set to work. Not having worn the singlet before, I had no idea that as the day progressed and I sweat more and more, the light grey-blue threads were becoming increasingly sheer.
Midmorning we devoured ice tea and water under the glare of the sun. Granddad said he had never been so relaxed and had never enjoyed working on a project so much either. He said given the heat I had better head back to the liquor store and stock up on beer for lunch and after work.
Then, he grinned.
I said, “ What is it?”
“ Nothin son,” he said handing me a wad of bills adding, “ get whatever you think we might need for the week.”
I set off in Granddad’s truck in my singlet and work boots pretty much unaware of just how sheer the outfit had become. There were 3 guys in the store shopping, the cashier AND the clerk.
Here was this tiny little kid, spiky red hair, hot bubble butt with eyes bulging looking at me in the aisle. I knew it was show time. If there was anything on the bottom shelf I had to bend over and look at it exposing my rock hard and tanned ass muscles. Then, when I stood up I had to adjust my cock and balls and the straps over my taunt nipples. The kid was going nuts.
It was then I realized why. I saw my reflection in a mirrored wall. Back on, the singlet was completely translucent – you could see everything. I turned quickly. Front on was no different! You could see my cock, balls, and nipples all pushing under the threads. I just grinned at the kid and said, “ Can you help me get some of this beer to my truck?”
He just picked up a case and headed down the aisle. I followed behind and we started loading the truck. When we got back in the store he went to pick up a case from the floor and I reached over him so my leg brushed against back and my cock was right above his head. The kid stopped dead in his tracks. Rather than taking something, I reached down and adjusted my balls, the kid watching the whole show. I then took the next case and he followed behind, eyes glued to my ass.
When we got to the truck I looked him straight in the eye and said, “ Sorry, if I wasn’t taken we’d be fucking as soon as you got off work.” He ran back into the store like a scared rabbit!
I finished stocking up and headed back home making a pit stop at a local butcher. I figured we should have some food for lunch or after work. Being a Monday, the placed was desserted.
Except for the butcher. Short, Italian, bald, heavy set, mid-50’s and lathered in black fur!
“I have a hot work crew at my place and need some meat to barebeque for them,” I said smiling at this hot Italian god.
“ An assortment of stuff?” he replied.
“ Sure, just make sure I get some of that amazing Italian sausage you’re so well known for.”
With that he turned and went into the walk-in cooler. I figured what the fuck and followed right behind. He was picking out sausage and I just went right up to him got on my knees and hauled his cock out.
“ No one but my wife has sucked my cock boy,” he said.
I just opened my mouth and devoured his fat uncut Italian cock. Even though it was short, it was thick and definitely worth feasting on. I reached under his apron and started rubbing his gut and chest. If Granddad was an ape, this man was every forest in the country. No one man could possible be this hairy. I glanced up and you couldn’t even see skin. It was just masses of black fur upon fur.
“ Comon you little cocksucker,” he said, “ comin in here wantin meat suck my cock boy.”
That was all it took and he started filling my mouth with his butcher cum. Gob after gob of thick cream blasted at the back of my mouth and I lapped like a hungry pig. Mario fixed me up with my order and let’s just say – I do all my meat shopping there now.
At lunch I just put out some cold cuts and bread along with buckets of ice-cold beer. It was devoured. Granddad said the meat was amazing, I just grinned.
Lunch lingered and work during the afternoon was slow. At 4 everyone called it quits and relaxed on the deck having a beer before heading home. Soon, only Granddad and I were left.
He was spraying the dirt with water preparing it for laying more stones the next day. In a flash he turned and drenched me with the water. He stood there laughing. I was relieved it was so humid.
“ Baby, what a picture.”
I turned to show him my backside.
