![]() He readily accepted and I reached into the cooler and popped two bottle tops. I asked him if he would he like a cold one? I felt bad about giving him the extra work and had brought a six-pack. The boy was working, shirt off, gleaming with sweat, wearing his customary slashed jeans which allowed more than a small glimpse of his plaid boxer shorts, thighs, and knees.Īcting chummy, I greeted him and explained that I had come back to see how he was doing. Of course, the boy was told to do it all.Īt 5:00, well after everyone else had gone, I went down stairs to the undercroft with a small cooler. I could hardly sleep at night, working out different hot scenarios.Īt 3:00, just before everyone left for the day, I went to the foreman with some trumped-up business of needing extra clean-up around the site. It was his responsibility to clean the site. On Fridays, he would always be the last one out. ![]() He was a tease.īecause he was an apprentice, the seasoned carpenters would give him the scut work. He was one of those stud boys who would strut his stuff when he knew you were looking at him. I guessed his age to be around twenty-two. He had broad shoulders and a heavy, round, muscled ass. His pecs burst through his thin, ripped tee. He was short, blond and built like a brick shit house.
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