Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2013 13:38:48 -0700
From: borischen <borischen@zoho.com>
Subject: the boss's kid chapter 3

Sooner or later it was bound to happen. We were at the tower site of a
news-talk radio station north-west of Carbondale, Illinois when it
happened.

Jeremy and I were in the basket, it was about 1pm. We'd finished this 100
meter stick (what we call a 300 foot tall tower) while Dave was working the
winches lowering the basket. Ben was on the ground, already had the excess
paint buckets closed and back inside the trailer.

Next task on the ground was the clean-up, which was a job we had well
rehearsed. The sooner we got it done the sooner we got to the hotel, ate
dinner, and had a couple days off to enjoy our earnings, I was thinking
about running home for a day or two since we weren't really all that far
from St Louis.

Ben had the solvent bucket out for cleaning up our gear, Dave was watching
Jeremy and me slowly lowered down the side of the tower, we had about 85
feet to go. We had to move slowly to avoid scratching or damaging this
newly painted tower. In the basket we were packing up stuff, closing
buckets and inspecting our gear when Jeremy missed seeing and pushing us
away from a tower light housing on his side of the basket.

We busted it right off with a bang! It fell to earth landing right inside
the ten gallon bucket of paint solvent we used to clean our
equipment. Luckily Ben had his head turned when it landed with a huge
splash. Unfortunately it doused him with about three gallons of our
home-made concoction of turpentine and toluene (that's the solvent they add
to gasoline to boost the octane and make it racing fuel).

Ben let out a howl when the mixture started to burn him from the neck, down
one arm, all over his belly down to his thighs. Luckily none got on his
face or ears. Jeremy yelled down from the basket that there were two cases
of water in the camper but I doubt anyone heard him.

Scott came running over when he heard the bang and screams from his son:
"Oh crap, this could be bad. Dave, I'll run the hoist. Go to my camper,
there's two cases of bottled waters and a hand soap pumper by the sink, get
those here asap!"

Scott: "Ben take off your clothes, keep your eyes shut, try not to inhale
that stuff, Hurry son!"

He worked the winch a bit faster, within another minute we were only 35
feet above the ground watching them scurry around like a bunch of frantic
ants. Jeremy and I were hanging over the side watching as Scott stared at
the tower lowering the basket as fast as he safely could. Jeremy repeatedly
yelled 'SORRY' downwards but in all the excitement I doubt anyone heard
him.

I watched as Ben slowly slipped out of his slimy oily jeans, then pulled
his shirt off over his head as it stuck to him like a wet swimming suit.

Finally we touched down.

Dave staggered back quickly with two cases of water bottles and a soap hand
pump in his pocket. I grabbed my knife and slit the wrappers on both cases.

Scott: "Dave, take my truck and head to Walgreen's in town, get us more
waters, more liquid hand soap, and if they have it get a small man's
swimsuit and a beach towel too, my wallet is on the dash, keys in the
ignition. Go please!"

Dave took off in the camper truck.

Jeremy took over cleaning up our gear since the sun would start hardening
the paint on our stuff. Scott and I worked on Ben who was standing, arms
out to the sides looking like Carrie in that 70's horror flick.

Scott started dumping two waters at a time on his head. I grabbed the soap
and started washing his neck, back and arms, carefully scrubbing him with
as much vigor and roughness as bare hands could on bare flesh. Ben was
silent but moaning slightly in pain from the burning.

In a moment of frantic excitement Scott asked me for my knife, I handed it
to him after sliding it out of my pocket. He took it and sliced the side of
Ben's underwear letting it slowly slide down his legs like a dying
jellyfish.

Ben was now nude in front of the rest of us, he looked very uncomfortable
and red faced embarrassed too.

Scott: "Here, Tyler, you pour slowly, I'll take over the wash. I suppose I
don't have to tell anyone that this mess we got here is highly flammable,
right? No flames or smokes or starting motors or running winches or tossing
tools, right team?!"

We all remained focused.

I was nearing the halfway point on dumping water over Ben. By now we could
see his head was fine so I focused on drowning his front side and arms.

Scott took the liquid soap and pumped a few onto his palms then started
washing Ben's chest. I was visually inspecting his dick in the process
since he was like less than a foot away, totally naked in the afternoon
sun, standing on a grassy field at the base of a broadcast tower in this
little fenced-in area around the tower base.

His dick definitely started to react to all the attention. He was
curved-upwards like a banana, but longer and thicker. Ben had himself some
impressive hardware. By the time his dad had scrubbed his chest down to the
bottom of his ribs, getting his pits and flanks, Ben was totally hard with
the head of his dick gently tapping against his tummy just above his belly
button! It was amazing to see this smooth body totally turned-on by the
frantic attention of his dad and me.

I secretly wished it was me who was doing the washing.

I had already got his back totally washed and rinsed, looked normal
colored. By now he had one hand on Ben's shoulder and the other scrubbing
the lowest parts of his abdomen, Ben was of course totally hard with his
very large banana-curved boner tapping against his tummy as his father
tried to look like he wasn't noticing the huge dick just maybe 18 inches
from his face.

I had to slow down the water to a trickle, lest I rinse away all the soap
before he had a chance to get Ben scrubbed free of solvents.

I was starting to see red splash marks on his chest and stomach from where
most of the toluene and turpentine has landed on his clothes and soaked
through to his tender young skin.

Scott was now washing with one hand Ben's pubes and all around the base of
his dick. He stopped to pump out more soap so I dumped another bottled
water on him to rinse it off from his belly button on down. I couldn't take
my eyes off his huge boner and his large pudgy nipples.

Scott re-started scrubbing with his right hand Ben's balls and upper
thighs, all the area covered by his thickest area of pubic bush, which did
look trimmed a little, it definitely was not wild.

Ben was staring off into the distance with a grimaced look on his face.

I was shocked when he stopped, re-loaded his hands with more soap, which
was my cue dump another bottle on his groin.

Now Scott started hand washing his son's boner, from end to end, up and
down, again and again. While that was going on, I went to the case to grab
four more bottles. One under each arm, one in each hand. When I got back,
Scott was still working Ben's dick. I was starting to think about an
accidental orgasm coming soon, but judging by Ben's face, he was in too
much pain to cum right now.

Scott seemed to be washing his teenage son's enormous boner as if he was
washing his lower leg instead, not showing any emotion, just business, but
he was spending an awful long time washing his boy's dick I
thought. Finally he stopped to re-soap. The bottle had just a little left
in it.

He had Ben take several steps forward, then got to his knees and started
soaping and washing the entire length of his left leg from nutsack to toes.

I gently poured two bottles of water close to his stomach, drenching his
dick to rid him of the last of the soap and solvent. I actually held one
bottle just a couple inches from the tip of his dick and slowly poured it
fighting the urge to make eye contact with anyone!

Scott finished his leg and re-soaped his hands while I drowned his left leg
in three bottles of drinking water.

Now came the right leg. Same treatment as before. Scott was using both
hands, Ben was still hard as steel, still pointing right at the sky. I
could see the glistening on a drop of pre-cum on the hole in the center of
the head of his dick. When I looked up, Ben was staring right at me with a
little evil grin, I winked back as Scott slowly twisted him around to face
me, his back side facing his father.

Now Scott washed the one area I did not, Ben's buttocks.

While Scott was doing his butt crack I took one finger placed it gently on
the very tip of his boner to push it away from his stomach a couple of
inches so I could pour water down that side since his dick was so close to
his lower belly, I couldn't see if all the soap was rinsed off or not. Ben
never reacted to my tiny little touch, nobody but him and me knew.

With newly soaped hands, he tossed the hand soap pump to the ground empty
and started washing his buttocks from side to side, then down his crack
from top to the back side of his balls. He showed no hesitancy to scrub his
most nasty body areas, which probably never got any solvents to begin
with. Ben was still silent and hard.

We heard the large diesel truck approach slowly across the field, hearing
the camper bounce and squeak as it tipped side to side while Dave slowly
approached down the mud path towards the tower site in this farmer's field.

Jeremy was on the far side of our equipment trailer cleaning up our gear
and never showed his face during 'the emergency.'

Dave approached with a huge smile, checking out the nude teenager from head
to toe, stopping in amazement at the large banana curved boner against the
boys tummy while his father stood up and I poured the last of this case of
waters over his body. Dave tossed Scott the soap bottle, beach towel and a
shark print swimsuit.

I grabbed more waters just to prolong the show, slowly pouring them over
his upper chest and back for one final rinse of four 24 ounce bottles of
drinking water. Ben had his hands behind his neck, Scott and Dave watched
while I drenched him one last time. They all seemed to be staring at his
crotch, Ben was embarrassed but by now there was nothing left to hide
really so pride seemed to replace shame. The secret was out now, in our
crew Ben had the biggest dick. Probably. And the largest most pudgy nipples
too, and the widest, deepest known belly button too.

Scott and Ben were both silently proud. I was turned on but my painting
pants and shirt hid my rod very well.

Scott tossed him the towel.

In a few seconds Ben was dry, reaching his hand out for the swim suit. And
in less than two seconds it was pulled up to his waist, but that large
ridge was still very obvious from the front.

Now our attention turned to the busted tower lamp and finishing up the
cleaning project.

Ben took up gathering the 50 some empty bottles of water stuffing them into
a trash bag. When he was a little warmed up and dryer he went inside their
camper to get a tank top on to cover his chest, but as he moved his tits
were still occasionally visible. I knew it bugged him somehow, not sure
why.

I think he must have got teased in gym at school about having girlie sized
nipples that were too big to hide in most shirts and all tank tops and
bib-overalls.

Boy wouldn't that be a sight for horny eyes, Ben only wearing denim
overalls walking barefoot down a dusty path on some rural farm! Fly away
hair, straw sticking out of his mouth, hairless chest, dusty feet, and two
enormous titties just screaming to be nursed on, nearly three times the
width of his overall straps!

We carry replacement tower lamps and parts. Dave had the new one in place
in no time, since he climbs fast and has years of experience. He said they
bust off a few of these a year and always carry extras. That's something
new I learned today.

Jeremy and I finished the cleaning. Ben disappeared into the camper, Scott
drove to the radio station to collect. I pictured Ben in the back of the
camper on the bed, being bounced around as his father drove to town to
collect, while he jerked off twice trying to make his boner go away
finally.

We got to the Day's Inn at 7:30pm about two hours later than normal. Ben
and the boss went to their room without speaking much. Dave, Jeremy and I
argued over bed spots. In each hotel two of us had to share a king size
bed, we always argued to protect our manliness, taking turns sharing and
acting as if the sharing part was embarrassing, while I was sure nobody
really cared as long as everyone showered and behaved hetero. Even I was a
pro at faking it.

I kept my painting uniform bottoms on until we got to the hotel. My hard-on
was gone but my underwear was soaked with pre-cum as if I had pee'd my
pants a bit.

-+-

Nobody mentioned the spill until the next morning at breakfast, we all
headed to a Village Inn. In the booth we pressured Ben to raise his shirt,
which he did without exposing his tits, there were slight red splash
patterns from the solvents but it looked much better. No blistering or
nothing. He said he felt fine. He also said he soaked in the tub in the
hotel room that night for an hour and washed himself about two more times,
except his back which never got splashed anyway.

I started to get hard checking out his belly button during the brief show
at the restaurant booth. I caught a glimpse of other people around the
dining area watching as Ben showed off his silky body in the booth since he
had the bench position nearest the walkway. Not to mention he was a cutie.

I wanked that night replaying the sight of watching Scott hand scrubbing
his son's huge boner for what had to be at least three to five minutes of
non-stop classic masturbating end to end hand-work. And it floored me that
he did it with little sign of hesitation, like they'd been doing it for
years or something. My old man woulda never done that shit, he'd had me do
the scrubbing myself while he poured the waters and worked the soap bottle.

It was one of the most erotic things I ever saw in my life between a father
and his teenage son.


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