Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2013 20:19:16 -0700
From: borischen <borischen@zoho.com>
Subject: chapter 2, The Boss's Kid

Chapter 2 Invisibility!


Scott, the boss is a large man. He's like a few inches taller than me.
Years of lifting and climbing left him in pretty decent shape, lean and
sinewy. Picture the stereotype construction worker in a hardhat, tank-top,
torn jeans, large arms, large chest, tight muscular body, dark tan, that's
pretty much what Scott looks like. He's old enough to be a father to most
of his crew. He is the father to one of his crew!

We drove about three hours from our last job near Joplin to Little Rock.
Our crew has two large Ford commercial trucks. One has a big camping topper
on back, the other pulls a trailer with all our gear. We're usually pulling
a ton of paint and another ton of tools, winches, cables, ropes, uniforms,
and other safety gear. We mix and dye our own paint too, FAA certified
colors.

We stopped at a hotel near the airport where Scott rented two rooms, one
for him and Ben, the other for the rest of our crew. He drove to the
airport while the rest of us had lunch then hung out by the pool.

Once again I got a chance to see my fellow crew members in swimsuits.
Jeremy is not really fat, he is built like a thin fat-person. It's weird
really. He has a deep skinny inny belly button, smooth squishy looking
body, pale, tiny dark nipples, no hair to speak of above the waist. I doubt
he even shaves more than once a month, a few whiskers on his chin and a few
more by his ears. He's built like the Michelin Man was his father. He looks
like a 6 pound boy was stuffed into an 8 pound body then filled the rest of
the way up with jello.

Dave is thin and brown skinned. I think he's from Puerto Rico. He's tight,
muscular, short, outy belly button and tiny almost black nips. He looks
like he could shave twice a day and still need to shave right after he
finished. I think he could be in the movies as a child Sasquatch.

Two hours later they arrived. Scott came to the pool but Ben stayed
invisible. Like Dave said, he's pretty shy at first. Around 7pm we headed
back for our rooms to get dressed for dinner.

It was us, the "crew' in the large 4-man cab truck without the trailer,
then Scott and his son Ben in the other truck with the camper in the back.

The Applebee's parking lot is where I first saw him.

Ben was a tiny bit taller than me, maybe 6'1" maybe 160 lbs, skinny but
slightly muscular above the waist. It was darkish out so he was hard to see
much from behind.

We sat in a round booth in the corner where I first met him. His dad
introduced us. Ben and I sat side by side, he shook my hand and nodded, but
spoke little. His grip was weakish and cold.

Scott: "Ben, this is Tyler, our newest crew member, Tyler, this is Ben. I
think you two are the closest in age."

Conversation at the table was mostly work kidding. Tower stories. As usual,
Dave tried to dominate the conversation. He's a real type-A personality.

Not the first time we all ordered steaks, but Ben ordered a salad and
veggie appetizer. Dave looked horrified when Ben didn't fit-in with the
rest of the crew. Somewhere in the back of his mind, I think that Dave
thinks we should all do the same stuff since we're a 'crew.' There should
be no dissenters.

Well that shows you how much Dave is actually full of it. I'm the secret
gay tower guy, probably the only gay tower painter in the world. I keep my
stuff deeply hidden at work. Since we're a traveling crew I have to be
aware of how I speak and look at my coworkers all the time, which adds to
the stress. I was hoping to hit it off with Ben to take some pressure off.

I have to make up stories of a docile-willing girl friend back home in the
mobile home park that I've been dating and servicing since high school. If
I don't add some amount of dominance then Dave gets all pushy trying to be
the dad and tell me how to run my life, so I figured him out and added that
flavor to keep him from prying. It's bad enough I have to tell the lies in
the first place. Jobs are scarce so any lie I gotta tell to keep mine is a
lie worth telling.

After dinner we all headed back to the hotel, except Dave who went drinking
in some place a block from the hotel.

-+-

Jeremy and I went to the hotel business center to check our email then
headed for the little theater to see what was playing. This hotel has a
small room as a theater playing Showtime on about a ten foot screen like in
a sports bar. We watched a re-run of Dexter season 2. After a couple hours
I got tired of that show and headed out to the pool.

The pool area was dark. The only lights left on were the ones down inside
the pool under the water. The pool was rectangular with a concrete walkway,
loungers, tables under umbrellas, and folding lawn chairs all the way
around. I thought I caught a whiff of pot burning somewhere. As I slowly
walked to the closest corner of the pool to see if it was empty I caught
sight a quick glow of someone smoking in the far corner seated at a
table. Couldn't even see if it was a man or woman, but the smell of burnt
pot was hard to miss.

The smoker was sitting motionless in the shadows trying not to be seen. I
slowly walked around the pool acting as if I never smelled anything. I used
to see this back in high school where people smoking pot thought they were
practically invisible to the rest of the world. Stoners amaze me at times
how easily they get ideas in their heads, even wrong ideas.

I slowly walked around the pool gradually getting closer to the 'invisible'
pot smoker in the far corner of the patio. This hotel's pretty big. The
pool deck is something like three floors above the street. I doubt even the
cops or the hookers down on the street could smell the dope cooking.

I paused by one of the pool ladders to wait for the cloud to dissipate,
lest I walk up then get busted myself for smoking the forbidden weed, which
I don't. Always gave me a bad headache. I sat on the deck with my feet
dangling in the warm pool water pretending to not notice the smoker over in
the corner, maybe 50 feet from me.

Curiosity got the better of me, I got up to continue my casual looking
stroll around the pool. Back in the corner the cloud of dope flavored smoke
was much thicker. I could barely make out one of the picnic tables with
someone sitting on the back side. I pretended to still be more interested
in the pool when a voice called from the dark, "Hey Tyler."

Well I'll be dipped, if it isn't the boss's kid Ben!

T: "Hey Ben, whazup?"

B: "Chillin a bit, seen any of the others?"

T: "Dave's gone to the bar, your Dad is in the room watching TV, and Jeremy
is watching Dexter. Mind if I join ya?"

B: "Nah, set a spell man, I'd enjoy some company right about now."

T: "You finish your joint?"

B: "Oh, you smell that?"

T: "Since I walked out the door man."

B: "Oh shit! I thought the wind would blow it over the parking
garage. Bummer man! Wanna party with me?"

T: "Nah. Don't smoke. I got asthma. Thanks anyway!"

B: "No probs man. I could always roll another."

T: "No, really. Thanks man. Wish I could."

B: "Cool then?"

T: " Always! So what you gonna do the rest of the evening?"

B: "I dunno, eat something I guess. Maybe some Triscuits or
something. You?"

T: "No plans really, wanna hang out somewhere?"

B: "Need some tunes, gotny on your phone?"

T: "Yeah, what you like?"

B: "Gotny blues or jazz?"

T: "Wow, heroin taste in music?"

B: "Just like something mellow when I'm high is all."

T: "I'll bring up Pandora, name one artist."

B: "Herbie Hancock."

T: "Hancock it is. There you go."

The music started streaming on my phone, Ben started to grin and leaned
back into the chair, he looked super stoned. "Can your old man see you like
this?"

B: "Huh?"

T: "You look totally stoned man, what'll happen if your dad see's you like
this?"

B: "Are you fucking kidding man, he'd kill me."

T: "I better get you somewhere he won't find us then. Be right back."

Back across the pool deck, inside the doors I went downstairs to the front
desk to look at the facility map. There's a small weight room, shower and
sauna on the floor below us by the coin laundry. I walked quickly to the
pool on the third floor, then had to practically pull Ben to standing and
across the deck, back inside the hotel to the elevator. While we were
waiting I noticed just how totally stoned he looked, eyes
squinty-red-puffy, hair messed-up, crooked smile. He looked totally
wasted. Couldn't walk a straight line.

In the elevator, down one floor, down the hallway, inside the weight room,
into the sauna. The sauna was a wood lined room, not too big really, maybe
10x10 with wood benches, folded towels in a cabinet, a lava rock heater,
water tank, and temperature controls.

Got Ben situated on the upper benches so he could lean back against the
wall and turned on the sauna heat to it's lowest setting. He looked nearly
passed out stoned so I slipped out of my clothes to my undies and wrapped a
towel around my waist. Then I pulled off his shoes, then on a gamble that
he wouldn't beat me up or have me fired, I un-did his jeans and pulled them
off too.

Pulling his arm I sat him back up against the wall to pull his shirt
off. He never said a word, his eyes squinted but slightly open, his face
had no expression. Never seen anyone pass totally out stoned before, most
people get excited or into shit, but all he seemed interested in right now
was sleep.

The lump in his underwear was non-descript. At least I could tell he wasn't
packing anything gigantic when it was limp anyway. So I started to slowly
un-button his shirt from the bottom.

He had a nice inny belly button, shallow, kind of like a cup of
smoothness. No hairs above the undies. He looked a little tanned, at least
he wasn't as pale as Jeremy was. Two more buttons and I could see some
chest definition. He looked muscular and fit as I got to the top button
then let his shirt spread slightly open. No sign of hairs on his chest
either.

There were only dim lights on in the sauna, some sort of tri-color strip
that could be adjusted by knobs on the wall, one for color one for
brightness. Kinda neat really. It had been somewhat greenish when we
entered but I turned it so it emulated normal daylight.

I took Ben's shoes, socks, jeans out of the sauna and folded them on the
bench outside. Back inside I went back to his shirt and managed to move him
so I could start pulling it off.

When I moved his arm to pull from the sleeve I was surprised at his
chest. This boy had the nipples of a girl. They were easily as big around
as a small can of olives in the store. And they were both puffy as hell, no
wonder he never undressed in front of the team, I thought to myself.

Eventually I wrestled his shirt off, got it folded and set on top of his
other clothes outside the sauna. Now it was time to turn up the heat a
little more.

Eventually Ben sank sideways again laying on his side on the bench. I
couldn't take my eyes off his chest and thick lips. Eventually I laid on my
back on the next bench down, so the tops of our heads were only inches
apart. The sauna was now up to about 90, I was barely sweating. After all,
we were just avoiding his dad and not really 'taking a sauna.'

I was practically ready to doze off when I heard him clear his throat and
say, "Thanks for rescuing me man."

T: "No problem."

He moved a little, I felt the bench bounce slightly, then his hand dropped
onto the side of my head and laid there motionless for some time. I think
he might have gone asleep again.

About ten minutes later the timer on the sauna kicked off.

His hand moved, one of his fingers was practically in my ear, the others
were in my hair on the side of my face. When the sauna shut off his hand
moved as if he was now aware of his hand, trying to figure out where it
was. Soon, it dragged off my head, I heard him sliding himself back
upright.

B: "Wow, like where are we dude?"

T: "We're in the hotel sauna hiding from your old man, you look too stoned
to go back to your room."

B: "I do?"

T: "Totally."

B: "A shower always helps me wake up, they got showers in here dude?"

T: "Yep, just outside the sauna door, wanna take a shower now?"

B: "Sure."

I stood up reaching him my right hand. He was sitting upright against the
wall, all slumped down, stoned looking. I marveled at his enormous titties,
like I couldn't stop staring.

He reached for my hand with his limpish grip and gently, slowly, pulled
himself to a swaying standing. I pulled his arm over my shoulder and buddy
walked him out the sauna door to the bench by our clothes so I could sit
him down again, hoping he didn't fall backwards breaking his skull on the
concrete and tile floor.

I walked into the shower and turned on two heads to 3/4-hot then walked
back to the bench. Ben was watching me, maybe checking me out too I
thought.

Standing right in front of him I dropped my underwear to my ankles then
kicked it up to catch it in my hand then set it on my clothes laying all
folded next to his on the bench, just down from where he was sitting.

I offered him my hand, he reached out seemingly stuck staring at my
stomach. I pulled him to standing then reached for his underwear. I slowly
pushed them down enough to expose his pubes, but he stood there swaying not
saying anything, so I dropped to my knees and pulled his pants all the way
to his ankles, then managed to free one foot at a time. Now we were both
nude and sweaty.

Back to standing I was starting to get turned on. I pulled his arm over
mine and slowly walked him the fifteen feet into the large six-nozzle
shower bay. We were walking really slowly, I could feel him leaning into
me.

I had his hand over my shoulder with his hand right on top of my left tit
but he didn't seem to care. On the way I looked down at his junk. He looked
cut. I know limp size is like no predictor of hard-on size, but he looked
smallish, dark blond pubes looked like they were trimmed a month or two
ago.

I walked him to the shower wall between some nozzles, in the corner, stood
him up against the wall and told him not to move. Then I aimed the nozzles
of warmish hot and aimed them at different parts of Ben's body but not his
face.

His enormous titties did not shrink much in the warm deluge of water. By
now I was about 2/3 hard but his eyes were closed. He was starting to look
like he was coming alive a little too in the dick department.

I stood across the shower bay watching him against the wall, sprayed by
four nozzles, leaning against the wall, expressionless, eyes closed. He
looked totally relaxed.

I think we stayed there in that big shower for maybe half an hour. My eyes
were stuck on examining the way the water ran off his body, down his
shoulders onto his moderately muscular chest muscles, sometimes down to his
nipples where it dripped to his feet. Some ran down the middle over his
sexy belly button or off the head of his limp dick, my guess was he looked
like maybe four inches long limp.

I was horny but didn't know enough about him to try anything but he was
definitely eye candy, a sight I never want to forget, nor the feeling of
his body pressed into mine or his fingers dangling over my left tit.

Slowly I shut all the shower heads off. Ben walked to the bench to sit
down. He looked much more awake now.

I got him dried, dressed, hair combed, looking sober and normal. Then we
went to the hallway by our rooms. I used the door key card from his pocket
and gave him a very slight push as he walked back in his hotel room at 2am
where his father was likely sound asleep. Ben just got away with it I bet!



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