Sizzling Nibbles: Pay Up, Boy

Oh, here we go again, back in that silly park, except this naughty public display takes place way outside the park. 

The early morning fog hovered thick around us at the park. The neighborhood cookout would be gearing up this afternoon and there was a lot to do. The fog was actually a pleasant surprise. We’d have a little shelter and cool damp air to work in rather than a burning morning sun. Shoveling mulch into wheelbarrow tended to be messier the hotter it was, so the fog was exactly what I wanted.

The owner’s nephew Blaine was on the other side of the truck, shoveling as well. He kept looking at me and the scowl on my face continued to deepen every time he did. We were polar opposites. I had some serious prison time, tattoos and all, under my belt, while he had never known what a hard day’s labor was… until I had been named his new supervisor.

When I told his uncle that I wouldn’t allow excuses from his nephew, he grinned. “That’s exactly what I want from you Shawn. I want you to bust his ass, his balls, break his fucking back. I need someone like yourself to keep him on the straight and narrow path.” When his eyes shifted, mine widened. I understood. His entitled nephew was getting into trouble and he wanted me, a former convict, to make sure it stopped.

Growing up on the streets, I did whatever I needed to in order to survive. I paid for every one of those sins, some more than once. Some sins I paid for others, but now I was out from under that dark cloud. I never planned to end up there again. I was thankful that Zeke had taken me on. Grateful to have this job, to be trusted. I still had a lot of life left to live as well.

“What the fuck are you doing, Blaine? Quit looking at me and watch where you’re aiming that shovel.” My voice, rough and growly made him freeze like an animal when it realizes it’s being stalked.

“Sorry, sir. I’m a little hungover. I forgot we were working this morning.” A flush filled his cheeks. Before he’d started working for his uncle months ago, he’d been pale. Now he was tan from working under the sun. The skinny arms and legs had gained muscle. And when he lifted his shirt the other day to wipe the sweat from his face, my cock almost jumped out of my pants. I wanted to lick every muscle, taste every drop of saltiness.

“Don’t call me sir,” I growled. I kept shoveling, this time a little rougher. “You need to learn to be more responsible. You were also ten minutes late this morning. I clocked you in. You owe me.” Ideas of how he could repay me ran through my filthy mind. He had an excellent set of dick sucking lips.

“Oh, fuck boy, where the hell did you learn that.”

“Yes, s-Shawn. I’m sorry. I’ll repay you however you see fit.” Blaine struggled reaching for another shovel of mulch. Then gave me an excellent view of his ass when he hopped into the back of the truck to start shifting the load forward.

Looking at him from the side, I watched the muscles of his arms and legs as he worked. I wanted to see more. The fog hadn’t burned all the way off yet, but I decided to remove my shirt anyway. Wiping my face, I tucked it into my belt. It wasn’t long before he followed suit and I could watch his core flex as he moved mulch from the back to the front of the bed.

By the time lunch rolled around my balls were ready to burst and my cock ached. “Let’s go to lunch, boy.” I put as much snark and sarcasm as I could into calling Blaine ‘boy’. He was only a couple of years younger than me. Thanks to most of my illegal activities being done before I was legal, I spent more time in juvie than prison paying all those sins.

“Okay. Should we get the others?” He looked around, the fog gone, the sun high in the clear sky. No one could be found. The park was big and they all had their assignments to get things done.

“Nah, they have to finish putting down the last of the mulch before they go, but our job here is done.” I put my shirt back on and tossed my shovel into the back of the truck. Blaine laid his down next to mine and hopped down. We got into the truck and headed out.

Blaine made a face when I passed all the fast food joints to pull into a place that offered fast but healthy meals that were also organic and locally sourced. “Quit making that face and eat like an adult. You’ve got to feed your body good food or exercise won’t do jack for you.”

“Alright. I’ll give it a try.”

We ordered food and I drove around to the shady side of the parking lot. We ate in silence and watched people as they came and went. A couple of sweet rides passed by and I motioned for him to look. A hum of appreciation at the lines and customizations emerged.

“How do you plan to repay me for that ten minutes?” I wiped my face and hands, then tossed the napkin into the bag. Turning towards him, I couldn’t help the smirk that took over my mouth.

Blaine took a long drink of his tea and disposed of his trash like I had. “I’m not sure.” He coughed, clearing the sliver of fear in his voice. “What do you want me to do?”

Ever since I caught Blaine sneaking peeks at me from his first day working, I had a feeling he might be just my type. At least, in the sack. And I couldn’t help myself, dreams of his lips wrapped around my length continued to plague my sleep. “Suck my cock.”

Reaching over, I ran my thumb across his bottom lip. “You’ve got a perfect mouth for sucking cock. I have a feeling you’ve heard that before.” Before I could pull back, he bit my thumb, but not hard enough to cause any discomfort. I grunted as my cock filled close to bursting all over again. Wanking had not cured my need to have him.

Wet and hot, the tip of his tongue touched my thumb and then he let me go. He looked around the parking lot, the people coming and going. Just because we were on the far side didn’t guarantee our privacy.

“You taste fantastic.”

As he turned back, his eyes widened in shock as I stroked myself in front of him. “You owe me ten minutes. Make it up to me, boy.” I couldn’t help the growl in my voice. And I had no idea what I would do if all of my instincts were horribly wrong and he ran to his uncle.

“Yes, Sir.” Blaine lowered his eyes to stare at my hand as I moved up and down the shaft. One more glance at the parking lot, then he bent over and licked the shiny spot from the head of my cock.

Clenching my teeth and opening my pants a little more kept me from grabbing him by his hair and forcing him all the way down. Shock and tremors ran through me as Blaine didn’t just lick and tease, but swallowed me down like a pro.

“Oh, fuck boy, where the hell did you learn that.” For a moment, I thought he was going to stop to answer me, but instead teased me another way – by riding my length with his mouth. I pushed my feet into the floor, straining as he sucked me off like he’d been doing it his whole life. I could feel him working his tongue and taunting me with his teeth.

Without realizing it, I grabbed the ‘oh shit’ handle as I came so hard and so much down his throat, I thought I’d hurt or drown him. Blaine didn’t stop until every drop emptied from my balls. Then he took his time cleaning me up, causing me to twitch and groan.

I slumped against the seat, my junk on display for anyone to see if they happened to walk over. Sweat covered me as though I’d been working out in the hot sun for days and my muscles were like water. Blaine sat quiet in the passenger seat as I fought to regain my composure.

“My secret ex-boyfriend. We broke up when summer break started. You remind me of him.” His eyes shifted to my cock, the tattoos on my arms, and then away. “You taste fantastic.” I watched as he licked his lips.

“I honestly wasn’t sure if you’d do it. But fuck, you’re welcome to be ten minutes late any day of the week if you repay me with another blow like that.” I put my clothing right, started the truck and drove us back to work.

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