After Work Plans

Though we wanted to stroll back to my job site we ended up walking at a brisk pace as the handjob took a bit longer than I had planned. Even my working day smell and sweet talk couldn’t completely overcome Heather’s natural stamina. Despite our hurried steps we still enjoy the welcome heat of the midday sun and the green smell of fresh cut grass as we make our back through the quiet neighborhood. At my side Heather is practically floating. If she let go of my arm I swear she would have drifted away to bob among the fluffy white clouds.

Walking tall, my chin high, I felt absolutely FANTASTIC! I hadn’t cum myself yet I felt even better because of it. I had given Heather a pure act of service for her pleasure and, for a guy like me, was sweet ambrosia. Her joy was my joy. That being said, with my own load still being locked and loaded, my upbeat mood came with a bit of playful sass.

“I bet that lilac will be extra lush next time we see it.” I jest along the way. “All that copious…fertilizer that you…”

“Elliot Everly!” She scolds in that way that only a real mom could. “Don’t be gross.” She tugs at my arm to give me a jostle. “It was just a bit of…squirt.”

“A bit!?”

“Elliot.” Her voice lowers.

“Yes Ma’am.” I smile.

“I’m going to need that middle name of yours.” She says, still pretending to be indignant. “I can’t recall…”

“My middle name?” I say. “I’m not sure I should hand over that kind of ammunition!”

“Owen!” She cries. “Yes. That’s it. Your handsome father’s name, how could I forget such a handsome name.”

I look over at her, surprised. “How did you know that?”

“Liam and Lily’s yearbook of course.” She says with a proud little lift of her chin. “Elliot Owen Everly.” Gentle yet irresistible maternal authority oozes from every syllable. She rolls it around in her mouth. “Mmm. Yes. Oh yes. That will do nicely.”

“Eep!” I peep, playing along with our private fun. “So much power for one woman to wield. Have mercy!”

“You’re lucky I didn’t take you over my knee young man.” She pinches my side, lightly of course. “Being crude with your lady. Very ungentlemanly.”

Feeling sassy and goad her, just a little, knowing her ‘spanking’ would be another woman’s loving caress. “Ooo. I could be cruder if a spanking is on the line.”

She laughs. “Behave. Spankings are my sister’s specialty. Not my style.”

“Mmm.” I pull closer to her. “Thank goodness.”

“Though that cute bum of yours does give me ideas.” She sighs and lays her head on my shoulder, her hands tightening around my arm possessively as my job site comes into view. “I’ll be as quick as I can after work.”

I pat her hand softly. “Take your time. Do it right. I thought I might…attend to my princely duties after work.”

“Yes. Yes.” She says, straightening up. Not giving a damn who saw us Heather stops near the safety fence and turns me to face her. And, as I knew she would, she begins to fuss. Smoothing chest fabric, checking collars, teasing hair, the works. “It’s good to resist the bond from time to time. If we surrender completely we would spend every waking minute together.”

“Heaven!”

She laughs and pinches my nose. “You’d get fired, I’d lose the business and we’d be living out of that car of yours. No. Even we need boundaries. My man needs time to be his own man.” My expression softens as I knew she was thinking of Alexander and how she believed that letting him get lost in her helped to lead him to an early departure. The cloud lifts swiftly though. She cups my cheek and gazes into my eyes. “Have a wonderful afternoon and evening, my handsome prince. Your Queen will be waiting for you at home.”

“Oh Heather.” I sigh. At that moment, lost in her eyes, I would have chosen that life of poverty she described for just another minute in her grace. With a deep breath I regain myself and nod. “Enjoy your art thing.” I kiss her. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“Love you.”

“I love you too.”

With that we part and go our separate ways. As I turn around I discover my whole work crew only 30 feet away watching me. As one they all go. “Awwwwww!”

“SHADDUP!”

Before long we were all too busy for more banter or laughter. That beautiful rhythm of hammer and saw was in full song once more and the air was rich with that particular aroma of sawdust and honest sweat. When it came to sweat, under the early afternoon sun, I was definitely doing my part to add to the ambiance. Mia was going to LOVE this shirt. I couldn’t wait to give it to her. The hours pass to the steady thud of hammer meeting nail that vibrated through my bones. With each swing I knew with ever greater certainty that I had found my calling. I think back to all those years being bored out of my skull as I waited for customers who didn’t even want to see me in the first place. While this work tired my body that stuff drained my soul. In the moment though I didn’t feel those years wasted for they allowed me to appreciate the blessings I was enjoying now.

During the afternoon break I sit among the guys as they gabbed about baseball nibbling on some veggies and scrolling through my texts again. For a guy with a middling physique and a five inch pecker I had options that would make a super-stud green with envy. I pause a moment to look to the sky and once more thank whatever guiding hand had lead me here.

As I ponder my options I begin to check them off.

Blair. Fuck that! I was in an AWESOME fucking head space right now and the last thing I wanted was to feel the vampiric negativity of my old life to spoil my vibe. To her I simply send my forwarding address and promise her I’d pay her back any postage next time we spoke in person. She might end up throwing away my mail but right now that was a risk I was willing to take.

Julie…no. She got plenty of me yesterday and my body was still recovering from it. I text her back with a quip. “You’ll be stick-handling solo tonight I’m afraid. But take a slap-shot for me!” She gets back right away with a snappy: “You suck! Really good. Catch ya later, cutie.”

Bri, same thing although I really was tempted by her offer to just hang. There was a cool friendship there just ready to bloom and all I needed to do was water it with some attention, but again she had her dick my mouth just yesterday and I wanted to be sure to spread around the love. I text: “Not tonight, definitely soon.” Her reply: “Sure, no biggie.”

Lily, now that one was tempting. Looking around at all this cement dust and testosterone I found myself thinking that a night of some softness and femininity held a lot more allure to me than I ever would have expected. Those panties did feel awfully nice on Ellie. The idea gave me a little shiver of taboo excitement. I nearly text back ‘yes’ until Mia’s text catches my eye. With a sigh I reply: “Ellie wants to but Elliot’s got plans.” To that she replies: “Throw off your shackles Ellie! Overthrow your male oppressor and join your sisters! You know you wanna. LOL Maybe next time, nerd.”

Mia. Mia, Mia, Mia. She was different from the others. There was a bond forming there, not a chemical bond or a bond of true romantic love of lifelong partnership like with Heather, but a bond and a trust that needed to be treasured and nurtured. I took my role as her Sir very seriously and the last thing I wanted was for her to feel neglected. Also…I wanted to see my princess again and watch her eyes light up in that way they did. I look down to my shirt then back to the screen. I had to spare at least a little time for her. I could drop off the shirt and give her at least a few minutes before…

Rebecca. She was an unresolved issue hanging over everything else. She had shown support for me yesterday by showing up to my practice and securing the team a new sponsor. I felt like I owed her the courtesy of the visit I promised. Also, whatever was happening with Mia and I would be made so much easier if I could get her parents on side with unique form of ‘princing’. As well, she was unapologetically still in Liam’s ‘camp’ and I was **** to at least soften that position in anyway I could. In this family I wanted to be peacemaker not troublemaker. Add to this that I needed to meet Roger, who very much wanted to meet me and who the family all adored, and my decision was cast in stone. I couldn’t put this off any longer.

My eyes linger on her last text to me, ‘Do you bruise easily?’, then the one previous one, ‘I’ve yet to put you through your paces and test your mettle.’. Heather’s voice from lunch hour echoes in my mind. ‘Spankings are my sister’s specialty.’ In a flash I can see Rebecca standing over me resplendent in her dominance, a dominance far harder and stricter than her warm-hearted sister. I shudder…even as my dick twitches.

Shit! Bruises? Tests? Was Rebecca expecting a princely performance from me? It sure seemed like it. But…she was married. She had Roger. She disapproved of Heather choosing me and disapproved of Mia’s involvement with me. What would she need with a honey boy like me? Whatever. I had to do this sooner or later. I text her back: “Does 6 pm work for you?” No reply.

Lunch break over I pocket my phone and get back to work. It wasn’t until an hour later I hear my phone chime with an incoming text. It was Rebecca’s reply. Just a single word: “Sharp!”

A chill crawls up my spine while a confused heat stirs in my groin.