Date: Sun, 01 Sep 2013 08:40:06 -0700
From: borischen <borischen@zoho.com>
Subject: Boss's Kid, chapter 4

Chapter 4


That day around 11am Scott came by the hotel room door with a loud
knock. We were all packing, check-out was in thirty minutes. We'd discussed
taking a few days off since we were so close to home. We already had at
least two more jobs planned and one big job near Kansas City for KCMO TV.

Scott handed out paychecks to each of us with his customary handshake and
smile. I really liked the way he treated us like a professional crew
although he was the only one with formal education.

I grabbed my suitcase heading for the parking lot, at the same time Ben was
walking out of the other room suitcase in tow behind him, his on wheels,
the only one. The rest of us used large gym bags which packed better into
the trailer.

The real surprise this morning was Ben standing by our truck instead of
with his father. We all climbed-in, Ben in the smaller back seats across
from me. He said nothing. He was the boss's kid, who would complain?

The radio blasted away in front while Jeremy and Dave argued over the
baseball season.

B: "What you got planned to do?"

T: "Head home, clean-up, get some food, maybe watch some tv, hang out,
maybe call a friend of mine, why?"

B: "Got room for one more?"

T: "Aren't you supposed to spend time with your old man or something?"

B: "Yeah, but I don't exactly get along with his girlfriend, he knows, I
usually find other stuff to do when we're not on the road."

T: "Oh. Um, not much really exciting going on at my place, probably not as
nice as your old man's house either, it's just a small rented trailer."

B: "No problem, Dad's place is a manufactured home too, somewhere under it
I'm sure is a pile of axles."

T: "Really?"

B: "Yep, I'm definitely not axle phobic!"

T: "Yeah, I suppose we could. You free until our next job?"

B: "Yep. I'm Dad's prisoner."

T: "Fine. Uh, I get dropped off in Mascoutah, you can text your dad, 1301
North Jefferson Street, Lot 12. He has my cell. Come to think of it, he has
my address already too"

B: "Cool." Ben slid his cell to text the particulars to his old man in the
truck about a quarter mile behind us. A few minutes later came the
response, "Have fun buddy."

I almost started to get turned on. Jeremy and Dave were none the wiser for
now.

-+-

Ninety minutes later we rumbled down my street. We both climbed out. Dave
rolled down his window demanding an explanation. I offered little as we
both walked away from the truck towards my beater car in the dusty-rocky
parking lot between the trailers in this little mobile home park. I prayed
the place was mostly clean.

It was. Smelled a little musty from being empty most of the time.

I dropped my stuff off in the back hallway while Ben made himself at home
on the sofa.

We didn't speak much really. I started a load of laundry and took a quick
shower. I returned to the living room in my old gym shorts only. Ben seemed
to be x-raying my body as I walked in the room still drying my hair and
ears. We both smiled without speaking.

T: "Need a shower?"

B: "Nah, took one just before we left the hotel. What about dinner? I'm
starved."

T: "Wanna order pizza? There's a delivery place in town."

B: "Really? Delivery here in this little town?"

T: "Yep, it's a rather famous Italian place downtown, been there since God
invented dirt or something. Good pizza too. What you want on yours?"

B: "Cheese and pepperoni."

T: "And to drink?"

B: "Mountain Dew?"

T: "I got beers, you like Pabst?"

B: "Never tried it."

T: "You cool with some beers or you want pop?"

B: "I'll have same as you."

T: "Cool." (silence as I stared at my phone) "Fuck, battery's dead. Gimme
yours."

Ben handed me his old scratched Nokia with the Tracfone logo. I dialed the
local delivery place.

T: "Hey, this is Tyler, 618-799-8767. Yep. My usual please. Yeah, but make
it an extra large instead. Thirty minutes, fine. Yep, same number. Thanks."
I pressed the button and handed it back to Ben.

There, half hour it'll be here. I reached for the remote to power up the TV
and stereo. Ben sat on the far end of the sofa from me staring at the TV as
it powered-up. We watched ESPN until the delivery car arrived. I signed,
walked in the kitchen with a 32 can case of Pabst and an extra large thin
crust in a box. The place took on a wonderful smell. We powered through
most of the pizza and half the beers in less than one hour.

-+-

Around 8pm it was dark out. The trailer was getting dark too. I was too
mellowed to get up really, cept to piss. The small light in the hallway
ceiling was the only lighting I had on and the little one over the
stove. Luckily when I left on the last job I had the place pretty clean,
toilet, kitchen, living room all picked-up, no underwear on the floor, no
socks on the kitchen table, bed was made.

Around 9 I started to doze off, Ben was wide awake. He'd changed the
channel to Showtime Action, watching an 80's flick with Jean-Claude Van
Damme. Cyborg or something like that. I got myself another beer and took a
leak. I noticed we'd finished off most of the beers, only eight
left. That's quite a feat for Ben, no bigger than he is. Hmmm.

The noise of the JCVD film got me a little bit awake. I noticed that JC
looked kinda young in this film. I noticed when he was being crucified how
big his nipples looked, kinda like Ben's actually.

T: "Wow, his tits are almost as big as yours Ben." As soon as that slipped
from my mouth I wished could take it back! I am such a retard! It got quiet
again.

Around 10pm there was a sudden loud noise in the trailer, we were both on
the sofa at opposite ends. Suddenly he jumped up running to the bathroom
and puked loudly.

I rolled my eyes, 'lightweight!' I said inside my head as I walked down the
hallway to the bathroom door. Ben was on his knees in front of the
toilet. There was some puke already in the bathtub but not much
really. Mostly yellow with small chunks of pepperoni, but mostly the smell
of puke beer. I stepped passed him to turn on the shower water to rinse
that down before the acids attacked the fiberglass tub finish.

Ben had his arms across the toilet seat and his forehead on his arms,
sitting on the sides of his thighs in front of the porcelain god. He looked
miserable, spitting into the toilet, flushing it over and over again as his
belly emptied what was left of the pizza and too much beer. I felt fine so
it wasn't food poisoning!

He looked all sweaty and sickly. I felt sorry for the kid. At age 18 he
didn't have much party experience. Reaching under the sink I got out a wash
cloth, wet it in the sink and washed the back of his neck and the top of
his sweaty head. He turned his head sideways so I could wash parts of his
face and mouth area. It looked like the cold wet rag felt really nice, plus
I think he has a little need of a mommy right now anyway.

After about ten minutes of prayer I helped him to his feet, pulled his arm
over my shoulder like in the sauna and helped him the closer distance, I
took him to my bed, which was made. He flopped onto his back with his right
forearm over his eyes and left hand on his tummy. His forehead was wet, he
looked super sweaty still so I went back to the bathroom, re-wet the
washcloth, then climbed in bed next to him so I could re-wipe his face,
neck, arm, and parts of the top of his head.

B: "I am so drunk."

T: "Been a while since I did that. But believe me I've prayed in that exact
same spot before buddy."

He laid there on his back sort of hiding his eyes from view with his arm,
then let it drop to his side, looked me in the eyes with a pained
expression on his face. Ben looked really drunk.

B: "Thanks again Tyler, you're a lifesaver!"

T: "Not a problem buddy, that's what friends are for, right?"

B: "Yeah." He held up a fist to bump mine then let it drop to his side. He
still looked sweaty.

I climbed out of bed to switch on the bedroom AC unit and the ceiling fan,
then back to sitting close to his side. Ben was laying on my spot on the
bed, I was in the visitor dug-out.

After several minutes of watching him breathe deeply and slowly I grew
enough courage and told him to let me help him sit-up for a second. He
outstretched his arm, I moved towards the foot of my bed, pulled him to
sitting up. He slumped over at the belly but stayed upright, head drooping
down, arms at his sides. I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt pulling it
over his head and off, tossing it onto the floor.

Ben swayed briefly then fell backwards into my pillow.

I went back to the bathroom to re-wet the washcloth, then back on my bed so
I could wipe his belly, chest, neck, and arms while he laid on his back on
my side of my bed wearing only his jeans now.

The room was rather dark, but I could make out the essential features of
his wonderful body. I was starting to get turned-on again. After a few
minutes he sat bolt upright, pushed his hand to his mouth, jumped up and
ran back to the temple and barfed several more times, but nothing really
came up this time.

This time I flushed the toilet for him then went to my bedroom to turn on a
tiny red lamp I have in the closet ceiling, then back to the bathroom.

I grabbed him by the jeans waistband and forcefully lifted him to standing,
again the arm over my shoulders then walked him back to my bed where I
turned and dropped him onto his back again on my side of the bed.

Now I laid really close to his side watching his chest rise and fall with
each breath he took. I stared from the side at his stomach at his super
sexy belly button, just a slick smooth hairless round cup in his belly, to
his enormous pudgy girl-size nipples which pointed right at my bedroom
ceiling. In my mind I pictured his huge banana-like dick laying over his
nuts all shriveled up like he had nobody to love it for him. I slightly
snickered.

B: "Fuck you then." he mumbled in a slurred whisper.

T: "Oh, it's not that, just a picture in my mind really of our toxic chem
spill the other day."

B: "I'd rather forget all about that but I bet you guys won't let that
happen, ever."

T: "Oh no, it wasn't that really, I was just remembering watching your old
man wash your boner thinking to myself how I woulda been having an orgasm
if that had been me."

B: "It came close a couple times."

T: "Why'd he do that, if you don't mind me askin?"

B: "Dad and I've always been close. He didn't let me bathe myself until I
was around 14, so I guess I just got used to it. He don't mean anything by
it. Just looks kinda queer is all, but he's not that way."

T: "It was really wild, never seen anyone do that to another person before,
let alone a father and son."

B: "Don't get all hung up Tyler."

T: "Well no. It's not just that, it's the whole thing."

B: "You mean it's big?"

T: "Yep, and the bend too, never seen one like that."

B: "Biggest one in my high school." He said turning his head to me with a
smile and wink.

T: "You got a trophy?"

B: "No, just a nickname in the shower. Most guys won't talk about it, makes
'em feel small."

T: "What they name you?"

B: "Elephant Boy."

T: "Funny." We made eye contact briefly, then I realized that being the
school gym shower freak probably came with some amount of embarrassment for
this shy boy.

T: "Sorry Ben."

B: " 's okay, used to it." He turned his head for a moment, looked me in
the eye, down at his groin then back at me with a new smile, as if to tempt
me. I wondered what that was all about. One could only hope.

We got quiet for a bit while I watched his nipple rise and fall with his
breathing.

B: "Know what else I never told you guys, you never saw?"

T: "No what?"

B: "That night in the hotel room. I said I soaked in the tub for an hour
and washed myself twice?"

T: "Yeah?"

B: "Dad came back in the bathroom and did it for me both times, same as at
the tower, by hand. I was sitting in the tub when he just let himself in
the bathroom. He grabbed the hotel soap, got on his knees by the tub and
hand washed my balls and dick over again."

T: "Anything happen?"

B: "Sure did, but I missed him, got all over my chest, so he cleaned that
up too then went to bed."

T: "That is fucking wild!" B: "That's my dad!"

We laid there in silence a little longer before either of is moved or spoke
just thinking about what happened over the past few days.

I sat up to pull off my shirt and toss it on the floor by his then laid
back down close to his side, my head by his arm so I could watch him
breathe.

Taking in the situation I felt a tinge of guilt so I decided in this
vulnerable moment to tell him the truth.

T: "Hey Ben, there's something I gotta tell you."

B: "Uh oh, sounds important. You gonna squeal on me to the old man?"

T: "Nah, nothing like that. It's just that I think you should know
something."

B: "Yep."

T: "I'm gay is all."

B: "Yeah I know, Jeremy told me the day I flew into Little Rock."

T: "Jeremy knows?"

B: "Yep, he also doesn't care, but he says my dad and Dave don't know,
yet. I think I woulda figured it out eventually."

T: "You comfortable with us here like this then?"

B: "Yeah, it's all cool. I don't care really. Besides, don't all you gay
boys all dream of sucking a dick like mine?"

T: "Maybe? I don't know. All I know is me."

B: "Oh." He laid there on his back next to me, breathing slowly staring at
the ceiling in my small bedroom lit only by a small red bulb in the closet
ceiling. I was laying on my side, head on my palm, raised off the mattress
since he had both my pillows under his head.

silence for maybe twenty minutes. The only sound was the AC running and the
ceiling fan squeaking.

I got up off the bed. The clock said it was 12:58am. I went to the kitchen
to get a tall glass with a single swallow of cold water, then my bottle of
Mylanta.

Back in bed I handed Ben the water, told him to swish and spit it back into
the glass, which he did. Then I dumped out the water, rinsed the cup a few
times and poured a mouthful of Mylanta and had him gulp that in one
mouth-full, which he did.

Next came two Tylenol and a few sips of water. He was starting to look
better.

Now the bathroom light was on, and the closet light. I could see him
better. His silky smooth somewhat muscular body, his edible chest and
nipples and belly button that screamed to be used as a shot glass. I felt
like such a perv thinking about him like that.

B: "I gotta piss."

T: "Need a hand?"

B: "Nah, I think I'm good." Ben sat up with his v-shaped smooth back facing
me but only a foot away. He stood up and fell forward right into my
dresser. All my high school graduation photos on top fell to the floor.

I jumped up and went right back into our old 'arm over the shoulder'
routine, helped him to the john, and pretended not to spy as he fumbled for
his zipper and started to piss a long stream.

We walked back the same way we came without flushing, then back onto his
back on my bed. He let out a huge sigh after landing back on the bed. "Oh,
that sucked." is all he managed to mumble.

On a whim I laid my hand on his stomach over his belly button to gently pet
him there as if to say, 'there there little boy, it'll be better soon,' but
he never reacted. Eventually I pulled my hand back.

B: "What was that nasty stuff I swallowed?"

T: "That was Mylanta, for the stomach."

B: "I'm startin to feel better, kinda thirsty." A brief pause in our
conversation when he added, "help yourself if you like." I thought about
what he said but I wasn't sure so we stayed like that in silence for a few
more minutes.

With that he sucked in his stomach, reached down to loosen his button and
unzip his pants like he was pulling his shoes off to read the newspaper on
the sofa on Sunday morning.

After another long silence he said, "Tyler, like I said, you can touch it
if you want, I don't care really. I let anyone that asks nicely hold it. I
ain't gonna tell you again."

I laid there shocked but decided to act, so I slowly laid my hand back on
his silky smooth tummy then slide my hand down his underwear where it met
with the slimy head of his dick. It felt huge and hot.

In no time at all he pulled his boner out on his stomach, after that I was
on my own. I was in awe of the size of this huge boner laying on this
supposedly straight teenager's belly. He had to be nearly a foot long and
three inches across. This was the biggest dick I ever saw in person or in
internet porn.

This was a weird situation for us. I got the feeling that to Ben being born
with such a huge dick it was like his public duty to share his cock (again)
with anyone that asked. But to me it was as if one of my biggest sex
fantasies was actually coming true in my own bed, right fucking now! To him
it was just another ho-hum day, but to me it was like checking off two
items from my bucket list!

-+-

At first checking it out, I couldn't close my hand around it. My thumb
could not touch the tip of my first finger! I was silently impressed. It
felt hard and hot, really hot. I surrendered within seconds but it was hard
to take, hard to hold you mouth open that far for any length of time.

He didn't last long, maybe three minutes. With little warning except a few
tiny whimpers my mouth was suddenly flooded with a salty goey mess that
seemed to never stop. It must have gushed about ten or more times, most of
those hitting the back of my mouth almost making me gag. I think I had cum
leaking out my nose and both corners of my mouth. It was like a semen
grenade went off in my mouth.

Ben seemed un-effected by the blast. His body felt a little damp. I could
smell his skin smell. I sniffed his belly button, which has no smell since
it was wide open even when he bent over.

I laid there with my ear about right on his liver slowly processing the
mouth full of goo. It took a while but I eventually got it all down. I
think he had no idea how huge that load was. In my mind my own pride as a
semi-skilled gay man was brought into question by my inability to swallow
as fast as he could cum.

About ten minutes post blast I raised my head up. Ben's eyes were
closed. His boner was down to it's normal limp size. He looked sound
asleep.

T: "Ben?" I whispered. No reply.

I wiggled slightly upwards leaned down with my chin near his right breast,
a little whisper again "Ben?" went un-answered. He looked totally passed
out.

I leaned down taking his enormous pudgy right nipple to my lips forming a
seal, sucking, then pulling up stretching the monstrosity upward a couple
inches then let it snap back in place. I laid my tongue on one side and
make a long wide wet slurp across the entire puffy thing then lifted my
eyes to watch his response. There was nothing. This boy was totally
gones-ville.

I scooted down a little more and probed his belly button with my tongue,
rubbing my lips gently around his silky lower belly, sniffing as I
went. Next I slid his right arm up and sniffed his arm pit then sucked long
and hard on his tit one more time. Nope, Elvis had definitely left the
building.

Next task was to shut off the lights and crash on the sofa since drunk boy
had all the pillows.

-+-

We were up early the next morning, with the sunshine.

I got him into the shower, after which and another two Tylenol he looked
pretty much cured. We went to town for breakfast.

After chow we went back to my place. I saw he was getting texts on his
phone but he never said a word.

T: "News from the family Ben?"

B: "Yeah, Dad wants to know when we're ready to hit the road for the next
site?"

T: "Oh yeah, tell him we'll be there by noon."

His fingers turned to a blur on the keyboard that slid out to the side of
his old Nokia. Finally with a smile he shoved it in his pocket just as we
turned into the mobile home parking lot. I climbed out, he followed without
speaking.

Back inside my place it was like last night. He had the remotes, the TV on,
Showtime Extreme was on. I got stuff ready for another work week which
meant we had to leave for Missouri and his dad's place in about two
hours. Ben was quiet. I offered him a bottled water, which he guzzled and
handed back empty and smashed in like ten seconds or less, so I got him
another. Same thing happened.

Ben looked at my mounted white tail deer on the living room wall, "zat
your's?"

T: "Yep, 2011 season. Bow and Arrow. Wanna see my stand?"

B: "We got time?"

T: "Sure do, it's really close, five minutes maybe."

We walked out the door across the parking lot, between two other homes,
down a dirt path into the trees. We followed the path for maybe 50 yards,
then came by a stream with a path to a stand of tall oak trees. I pointed
to a platform in the trees maybe 40 feet up. There was a wooden ladder
thing nailed to the trunk, so I started to climb, he followed once he saw
it was sturdy.

In a few minutes we were both on my deer stand looking off towards town in
the distance. It was a great view, higher than almost everything else in
town except the fire department tornado siren three blocks away.

Ben moved around up to his knees towards the edge, unzipped his pants with
his back turned to me and pissed off the side. I pretended not to be
interested.

B: "So gay boys hunt too then?"

T: "Yep, and we fight and die for our country in war killing nomadic people
in the sand too."

He looked at me like he thought my answer was a little overboard, which it
probably was. He was shaking the final drips of piss from his junk but that
part seemed to go on a little long. I figured my secret was out so I could
probably steal a glance with nothing to lose. So I did.

Well he wasn't shaking the last drops of piss he was starting to wank the
elephant over the edge of my tree stand platform, which was actually more
like a small tree fort. It was a 4x4 plywood deck with a 2x6 frame
underneath and a series of boards nailed to the trunk down to the ground
forty feet below.

It didn't take long until he shoved his monster dick in my face, but I
deliberately missed heading too high taking his barely visible belly button
to my lips then my tongue. I slowly slurped downward to his boner, along
the shaft to the end where it slid quickly into my mouth, where it wanted
to be all along.

Like last night he didn't last long, maybe 180 seconds of humping my
face. Up on his knees with his jeans to his knees and shirt slightly hiked
up. He grabbed my hair then like he was bear hugging my skull, he rammed
his huge banana like schlong into my mouth hard, over and over and over. I
felt the head swell but Ben did something I didn't expect.

After two shots into my mouth he yanked back and shot the rest of it on my
face and chest. I saw it coming right at me.

I looked down. Cum was all over my shirt, my arms. I had cum dripping from
my nose and chin. His boner was still dripping. He smiled at me with a grin
only seen before on the devil himself. Wow!

I wiped off my face with my shirt. He was squeezing the final drops out
then trying to fit it back into his jeans. It was a tight fit at first, I
really wanted to lend a hand. We climbed down then walked back to my
trailer in silence, my t-shirt covered in gobs of stringy white
cum. Luckily we never saw anyone on the way back.

I changed clothes and washed up. He pissed while I was washing. By 11:15am
we were in my little Nissan truck heading for the river and his dad's
place. We had a long trip to the other side of Missouri this afternoon and
a job to start in KC tomorrow morning.

It was a wide-tall 1500 footer near Kansas City Missouri for KCMO, we had
two crews for this one. It was a three sided tower, we did one side going
up and the other crew did the third side on the way down. This one was so
crowded with antennas, it even had a tiny service elevator we needed to
use. The job was scheduled to last four days, weather permitting.

Ben rode in his father's truck across the state. I stayed with the crew,
except Dave was supposed to be there already getting situated and ordering
supplies. This job would be day and night because it was so tall. There'd
be a decent bonus if we got it done early and without breakage or
injury. That thought always haunted us but we never talked about
it. Falling.



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