Date: Sat, 1 Jul 2006 18:47:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: zanhoweser Mackington <zanmountain@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sam The Delinquent 04

Disclaimer: Do not read if you do not care for fictional m/b
situations. The characters are not real. Any comments may be sent to:
zanmountain@yahoo.com

-- THE DAY'S WORK -- PART 04

Sam was still licking his lips from the hearty brunch or lunch Mr. Fauck
had served his guest. The cum filled corn dog hit the spot. The boy shook
his mop head of blond naturally highlighted hair and stretched. The bare
chested youth had hairless arm pits and developing curves for his biceps,
triceps and pecs. His developing washboard boy abs contracted as he laughed
and stood up, in hero worship of his male mentor. His tight yellow spandex
bicycle shorts clung to his firm smooth butt, thighs and crotch, outlining
his hefty 13 year old boy dick which was leaning to the side. The head was
clearly outlined, as well as the shaft and the balls.

"Well, as I said Sam, today we can work inside the house. The yard and
garden is looking fine, thanks to your mowing jobs."

"No sweat Mr. Fauck! I will pay off that broken window in no time helping
you! Thanks for feeding me chow. My mom never moves her ass to feed me. I
am a growing boy!!"

"Oh I know you're a growing boy all right. Look how you're developing. Eh,
your muscles and all. Flex those arms for me again."

The beaming boy shook the blond hair out of his eyes and he crinkled up his
freckled nose as he cringed to pop his best biceps. They were impressive,
but not the rock hard muscle development of an older teen boy. Sam was
still young, firming up, and 100 % all boy!  The boy was use to coming over
to Mr. Fauck's house, now more so as a haven of retreat and a rest from his
own disturbed home. Mr. Fauck licked the corner of his mouth at the
stunning sight.

"Awesome Sam. Keep working out and one day you will be able to put me
down!"

Sam playfully attacked Mr. Fauck by jumping up on him and trying to bring
down the taller man. Mr. Fauck responded by some playfully wrestling and
accidentally squeezing the boy's sausage roll in those yellow bike
pants. The boy thought nothing of it but felt a jolt or tingle of
sorts. The boy felt warm and firm to Mr. Fauck. The scent of his hair was
intoxicating. Mr. Fauck gave his boy a noogie.

Once down again the boy stood up and felt Mr. Fauck's biceps commenting:

"Dang! You are strong Mr. Fauck. Some day I will be able to take you down!
Huh!?"

"No doubt champ."

"Uh, I kinda racked myself whooping your butt." Sam tugged at his dick and
briefly massaged his balls looking the other way. He did not realize when
Mr. Fauck squeeze grabbed his boy snake, it also pulled up on his tightly
confined balls in the bike pants!

"Well, your mom buys you those tight bicycle pants. The inseam probably is
not all that comfortable. I mean, you're kinda poking out some." Mr. Fauck
took a chance.

Sam quickly blushed three shades of red. The boy looked down quickly at his
crotch trying to adjust himself. His blond mop head of hair fell into his
blue eyes. He fished up his boy snake so that instead of leaning, it became
vertical and straight up, although not hard. He had greater trouble
adjusting his twin oval balls but finally conceded that one ball had to
ride down one pant leg while the other was compressed and rode the other
pant leg and inseam. He looked up and raked his hand through his thick
blond hair thinking Mr. Fauck had not witnessed any of his
corrections. However, Mr. Fauck was stunned to see that Sam's dick was now
even more clearly outlined pointing up , showing the shaft, head and
balls. He could get a fair idea of how long Sam's penis was. The boy was
endowed.

CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK

"What are you doing that for??" Sam asked.

"Uh, um, I am taking some pictures of the famous work crew before we get
started painting the guest room." Mr. Fauck's digital high-resolution
camera was going crazy. At 14 mega-pixels, Mr. Fauck was obtaining some
stunning dick outlined spandex boy short shots.

"Oh, ok. Um. Painting? Hmmm, I like painting!! Well, I've kinda never done
it before."

Mr. Fauck patted the boy on his firm rump and said "I've got everything in
here."

The two walked into the large room. The room was prepped for painting. The
curtains were down and the hot summer sun poured through the large two
windows illuminating the room. The room faced the private backyard. Plastic
and newspapers covered the carpet. Rollers were set in their pans. Cans of
Latex paint stood by the wall.

Mr. Fauck had turned the Air Conditioning off knowing the temperature would
soon rise.  He feigned temporary trouble with the cooling system, but they
could open the windows.

The two slopped, spread, flopped, slurped and painted the thick paint onto
the walls. Mr.  Fauck had his automatic digital film cameras positioned to
catch the whole paint job. The boy would reach and stretch to reach parts
of the wall. His boy dick would wiggle and shake with his efforts. The boy
would often paint dirty words and crude drawings -- more like stick figures
on the wall depicting a dick and 2 balls spurting pee or fluid. He would
quickly paint them over smiling at Mr. Fauck and laughing in boy
innocence. Mr. Fauck pretended to mind and scolded the boy with a wagging
finger lecturing "We have to do a good job my young apprentice." The boy
was loving Mr. Fauck. He had a growing love and affection for his manly
mentor. Mr. Fauck was wearing tight short pants and work boots and socks.

The inevitable happened as the paint dripped and splattered. First Sam got
paint on his nose, and in his blonde hair. Next they got into some sloppy
"paint fights" and the boy found himself streaked with a stroke of paint
across the chest, legs, and back. They were laughing so hard and having fun
the boy did not realize he fell backwards into a PLOP of paint in the
rolling pan! He looked up and laughed loud. Louder than Mr. Fauck had ever
heard before, but then silence fell upon the boy. He quickly stood up and
saw the paint dripping from his bike pants.

"Ooooooooh shit. Oh shit. I didn't mean to get pain on my bike pants! Oh
man. My mom is going to kill me!! She says I am irresponsible and can't
take care of things! She's going to kill me good." A tear rolled down one
cheek which seemed difficult to comprehend from such a young teen boy.

"Sam! It's ok! Look, we are using Latex paint. It comes clean with soap and
water. It is not oil paint. But we have to act quickly. Follow me to the
kitchen."

Sam nodded OK and walked gingerly to the kitchen.

Mr. Fauck filled up the kitchen double sink with hot soapy water. In doing
so he rubbed the boy clean across the chest with a soapy dish cloth. He had
to rub hard to peel the paint off, but it did come clean.

"Ok Sam. Peel those pants off and let me wash them in the sink. The soap
will work on the latex."

Sam blushed and covered his crotch and blurted "I'm not wearing any
underwear."  As if Mr. Fauck did not know!!

"It's ok Sam. We're guys, duhhhhhh. You think?"

"Um, I dunno. Um, first let's just try to wash the paint out while I wear
em." The boy looked down at his crotch and then back up at Mr. Fauck.

"Sure thing kid." Mr. Fauck took a warm dishcloth of sudsy water and
started rubbing the yellow bike pants on the butt and sides. The water
penetrated the yellow colour and revealed briefly the flesh beneath! Some
of the latex came off. Mr. Fauck massaged Sam's firm butt and divided the
buns.

"Oh! Do you have to rub that hard?"

"I'm afraid so Sam. The paint is drying into the fabric."  The naïve boy
scratched his ear lobe and looked down as next Mr. Fauck accidentally
grabbed the boy's long dick snaking to the right side in the bike pants and
began to rub it briskly with a sudsy warm dish cloth. RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB
RUB RUB RUB

"Oooooooh. Oh Mr. Fauck!! Um. GULP. Mr. Fauck^Å."

His eyelashes fluttered and Mr. Fauck pretended to be innocent and not know
what he was doing! The warm water had briefly made the boy's perfect penis
transparent through the thin yellow spandex. Mr. Fauck's man cock twitched
and he felt a deep gut urge.  He next paid special attention to the boy's
defined dick head in the fabric as he said while rubbing "Some paint
splatters here Sam." The boy moaned and put both hands on Mr.  Fauck's
forearms. Electric Tingles were sparking up and down the boy's spine. His
blond mophead was shaking back and forth.

"Ok! Ok! Ok! Um, might be better to take em off to wash in the sink." The
boy gulped loudly noticing his heart was racing! The boy did not know what
he was saying.

Sam slowly curled his hands around the waistband of the bike pants and
wiggled them down to his knees. Thwiip! His sprawling boy snake flopped
out, semi-hard from the cleaning attempt. It was a beautiful virgin
dick. So defined. So smooth and thick.  He stepped out of the bike pants
and modestly gave it to Mr. Fauck who plopped them into the sink of sudsy
water. Sam modestly pressed up against the kitchen counter to hide his
boyhood. Mr. Fauck reached down and grabbed his firm butt cheek and patted
him teasingly "Naughty boys get their pants dirty." It was a feel that
Mr. Fauck could never forget.

Sam punched Mr. Fauck in the arm as he continued to scrub hard the shorts
in the sink.

"Isn't there anything I can wear? They are gonna be wet!"

"Yes, wet but clean. And you mom won't kill you."

Mr. Fauck turned slyly over his shoulder to confirm that both his
high-resolution video cameras were capturing the scene.

Sam thought of school, his mom screaming, anything to make his boy penis
deflate! It was throbbing with each beat of his heart. He managed to put
mind over matter and make his penis lower by thinking of the most mundane
things.

"I have an idea Sam." Mr. Fauck tied some soft rope around the boy's
waist. He then hung a small dish towel in front, and one in back. "Now,
just like an Indian boy! Ha ha.  Better than nothing, eh?"

Sam blushed and thought it was better than nothing.

RINGGGGGGGGGG RINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG RINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG "Hello, This is
Mr. Fauck. Oh yes. I see. Ok. Uh huh. Ok. Ok. Sam, your mom wants to speak
to you." Mr. Facuk handed the phone to the wide-eyed 13 year old.

"Ok. Surrrrre. Ok mom. I will. I will. When will you be back? Huh? What?
Ok. Ok, bye."

Mr. Fauck beamed and replied after Sam hung up the phone:

"Looks like your mom is going on an extended trip. She said she would leave
a bag of clothes and some money for you on our door step. I think I just
heard her car squeal away. Yes, yes, that was here. She's gone. She
shouldn't drive with a cell phone in her hand."

Sam retrieved the bag into Mr. Fauck's home and locked the door.

"Well, guess she didn't want the Constable and Children's Court checking up
on her again. She just left me at home and took off with her boyfriends
when I was 11 and 12. I guess she is using you Mr. Fauck."

"It is an honor to have you in my house, Sam."

Mr. Fauck kneeled as if Sam were royalty and kissed the boy's hand.

Sam laughed and put his hands on his hips. His boyhood knocked around and
against the dish towel each time he moved or walked.

"Ok, your bike pants are clean as a whistle. See them Sam? Ok, into the
dryer they go!  We saved your ass cleaning the paint off those babies."
Mr. Fauck slapped the boy pretty hard on the butt and he yelped rubbing his
reddened ass.

"Ok, head to the shower young man. We gotta scrub the rest of the paint off
you."

Sam looked wide-eyed at Mr. Fauck and brushed the blonde hair out of his
blue eyes.

"Um, I'm a teen. I am 13. I can bathe myself."

NEXT CHAPTER -- THE SHOWER --