Working with Billy

I woke up and looked over at the small wind up clock on the small wooden nightstand. 6AM. I faintly remembered helping Billy make up my room, throwing the things in my suitcase into a chest of drawers and making up the army cot in the small garret bedroom with sloped ceilings and two small dormer windows that sat like guards high on the front of the Dutch colonial house where Uncle George and Aunt Gertrude lived. One looked out the front of the house where you could see the railroad tracks and a mountain stream in the distance, the other had a view of the small gravel road that approached the house and you could see their blue Chevy Chevelle parked there at the end of the driveway next to the house. You could see the garage from this window; that was where Billy spent most of his time so I didn't need to ask where I was likely to find him. Billy had told me wed have a busy day and he'd wake me up early. I had morning wood but worst of all I really needed the kind of relief that comes from taking a huge shit and a nice long piss. I sat at the edge of the army cot and I thumped my very eager cock with my thumb so I could put on some shorts, threw on a shirt and put on some socks and sneakers and went downstairs to the second floor. Of course, the light was on in the bathroom and the doors to the three bedrooms were open. I could hear Aunt Gertrude singing softly to herself and thought, this could take a while. I crept down the stairs to the first floor and saw Uncle George drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper at the kitchen table. I faintly remembered helping Billy make up my room, throwing the things in my suitcase into a chest of drawers and making up the army cot in the small garret bedroom with sloped ceilings and two small dormer windows that sat like guards high on the front of the Dutch colonial house where Uncle George and Aunt Gertrude lived. One looked out the front of the house where you could see the railroad tracks and a mountain stream in the distance, the other had a view of the small gravel road that approached the house and you could see their blue Chevy Chevelle parked there at the end of the driveway next to the house. You could see the garage from this window; that was where Billy, my 17 year old cousin, spent most of his time so I didn't need to ask where I was likely to find him. Billy had told me wed have a busy day and he'd wake me up early. As I started toward the garage to look for Billy and ask what him what I needed to do to help him, I felt my bowels churn and pulse as I continued to hold in the crap I needed to take so badly. Behind the garage there was an old outhouse, if it was still where it used to be. At this point, I was beginning not to care and I wanted relief very badly. I made for the back entrance of the garage and I saw the outhouse about 25 feet further away from where I was standing. I took off running to get to the outhouse. I opened the door to the outhouse, slightly out of breath and puckering my asshole to try to my pants keep my pants clean when I saw Billy, naked, squatting over the hole, no seat, just a trapdoor on two hinges that had been lifted up. I was speechless, my jaw dropped, and I started to stammer an apology as I backed out toward the door. Billy just laughed and said, "Come on, you saw this all yesterday. Whats the big deal? Everyone has to shit." I closed my mouth as Billy said, "You must really have to go, you're bouncing up and down." He said, "I'm almost done, put your stuff on the hook on the other side." I stripped down, putting my clothes on the other hook and socks in shoes. I turned around as Billy grunted and closed his eyes for a second, his uncut dick not completely flaccid bouncing slightly as Billy maintained his balance. I was whining inside, wishing that relief was mine, as Billy started to ask me if I knew how to work a weed eater, yes I said as I watched him sway a little more as he made another small noise. Then he wanted to know if I could work a lawn mower, his dick swinging hypnotically over the hole. "Great," he said, "I am so glad you can help me out with all this work, I have a lot of grass to mow," as he started crinkling a piece of scrap paper in his left hand. He reached for the water bottle and squirted himself with it and wiped himself with the small piece of paper as he said, "That was a good shit, your turn." He was barely out of the way when I straddled the hole and I shit effortlessly, and pissed like I was going to drain all the water from my body. It sounded like a torrential downpour down in the pit privy and I was feeling wave after wave of wonderful relief, with heat waves and shivers running up and down my body, not doing nearly as good a job of balancing myself over the hole as Billy had done. "Damn, man are you ok?" Billy asked. "I think so," I said, "Its just so hard to find a place to shit around here that someone isn't already using." Billy laughed as he looked at me, looking me up and down, and I looked into his eyes and saw the glimmer of horniness, too, but Billy said, "Hurry up, man, we have to drive my dad to work so we can use the car to get around town to mow lawns." He was dressed in a flash and turned to say, "Don't forget the sawdust and the lid." He slipped out the door, the wood making a faint knocking sound behind him. I poured enough sawdust in to cover what we added and closed the lid, dusting myself off then got dressed, the hurry of the moment overriding my horniness of Billy's unintentional show just a few moments before. I ran into the house to change into jeans and get a ball cap and then I heard the car door slam, so I raced down all the flight of stairs. Aunt Gertrude wished me well and I raced to get in the car. Billy drove us about 20 minutes to where his dad worked in a specialty lumber mill about 20 minutes away from the house. Our first mowing jobs outside of town went well but we had to head to town to finish. On the way into town, Billy stopped at a gas station with only 2 pumps out front and started to fill up the Chevy and his gas cans. I had gotten out of the car to go into the gas station. "Whatcha doin?" Billy asked. I said I was gonna go take a piss. He said, "Old man Wisersky never fixed the bathroom in this place. You shoulda gone when we were out there mowing all the grass in the country." "Geez, how was I supposed to know," I said. He sighed and said, "Wait a minute." I undid the gas cap on the gas can and he filled it. I put the can in the back of the Chevelle and rolled down the window as he went inside to pay. We both got in the car and Billy drove us toward town about two miles. I told Billy, "I really do have to piss." "I know," he said and he pulled over to the side of the road finally. There was a gully and a good amount of tree cover and brush on the side of the road. "What are you waiting for?" he asked, and I shrugged and got out of the car, leaving the door open. I walked over to the nearest tree, undid the zipper on my jeans, fished my dick out, and started my stream so it ran down the trunk of the tree. I was shocked to find Billy standing next to me a minute later as he mumbled, "Might as well go, too," and he soon he was watering the same tree I was. My work ethic was dissolving right before my eyes as his thick veiny cock was out and I had the urge to reach over and touch it. Billy saw me and said, "Oh no, bad idea, we really have to get this done before my dad gets off work." And so we shook off, zipped up and sped off into town and finished the mowing jobs. When we got to the house after picking up his dad, Billy said I need your help with unloading the car, so I we took the mowers, the blower, the weed eater, the tools, and the lunch pails out of the Chevelle and Uncle George said, "Thanks, boys! Ill see you later." Uncle George drove away, leaving behind a dusty gravel haze as he disappeared down the narrow driveway. Then Billy said, "Ok, last job, we have to mow this place." "Just how much grass is that," I said. "About 12 acres," he said, "but we don't have to bag it here." "So Uncle George has a riding mower," I wondered. "Nope, usually just me or sometimes Dad and I mow with the 2 push mowers. Don't give me that face, its good for you," Billy said. "Lets get started." And we did it. We worked for about 2 and a half hours on the grass and cut it all. It wasn't 12 acres, but it felt close. We were a mess when we finished, head to toe, covered in grass and dirt. Aunt Gertrude called out right after 7 for us to come to supper. She told us we were having supper on the back porch because we weren't going anywhere near her clean house. So out came hot dogs on buns, cole slaw, potato chips, baked beans and all the fixings on Styrofoam plates. Aunt Gertrude set out a glass of milk for me to drink and said I was still growing I had to drink a glass. She gave Billy a cold beer. Between Billy and I, we ate like we hadn't seen food in ten years. She disappeared to watch Wheel of Fortune. Afterwards, there was chocolate sheet cake. So good. We bagged up the trash and wiped down the table and when Jeopardy! was over Aunt Gertrude came out with two bags of clothes and said you boys go clean up in the wash house. Billy and I went to the garage and we found four three-gallon pails and we took them into the wash house and put them under the old steel hand pump that ran into the large zinc plated iron tub that was in the wash house, which was really just kind of like an add on that housed the old well and the tub. The tub was about 4 or 5 feet long and 2 feet wide, it looked like the tub was made out of large iron pipe cut in half. It had an old fashioned wringing machine on the one end and the hand pump at the other. Billy started to work the pump and I put the bucket under the spout and soon water came out in ice cold, forceful gushes. He kept working the pump and soon we filled the four buckets filled with cold clear mountain water. "Strip," he growled, as he grabbed some soap and towels and laid them out. "That's too fuckin' cold," I said, "no way." "Don't be such a pampered city boy pussy," he said as he shoved my naked ass toward the tub. He stripped down in a hurry too, making a pile of dust as he sheds his sweaty shirt and takes off the dirt encrusted jeans, leaving him with his soaked boxer briefs. The mix of odors all hit me together: the smell of our sweat, the smell of fresh mowed grass, the residue of gas and oil from the lawn equipment, the leftover scent from Billy's deodorant and aftershave, and leftover soapy smell in the wash house. I was naked and sweatier and nastier than a greased pig but Billy easily picked me up and set me in the four inches of freezing water in the tub. I thought about jumping out, but Billy peeled off his wet underwear in a fluid motion, handed me a wash cloth in one hand and held my upper arm and shoulder in the other, giving me a warning look. Suddenly, he is not serious and he took the wet cloth and slaps with me with it and a handful of the ice cold water. I am in shock for a split second as the cold water just seems to stop time. Finally I splash him back and we laugh. After about three or four volleys we are both good and wet and he took the soap and rubbed it on his wash cloth, handing the soap to me. He started washing himself, totally not self-conscious in the least, while I felt like hiding my underdeveloped body, and he started rubbing the cloth over his arms and under his arms. Billy then moved the wash cloth to the front of his neck and to his chest where the bubbly lather left behind clings to his nipples and the sparse chest hair. Next, I saw his washcloth go even lower and with circular motion the sudsy froth is clinging to his belly button, lightly coating his abs and collecting in the few hairs of his happy trail. I was washing myself, too, in a trance or like I was on auto-pilot while I admired Billy washing himself with the wash cloth as he goes lower and lower on his body, fighting the feeling of bracing cold in all my fingers and toes. He glazes the washcloth over his not quite soft but not hard shaft and runs the rag under his halls and between his crack, leaving beautiful white slipperiness behind. As he finished washing his front, he said, "Want some help washing your back and behind your ears? My mom will look there to see if you washed, you know that right?" And so he guided me with his left hand and turned me around and approached me, his warm body close by, I felt the waves of heat coming off of him as he scrubbed my ears kind of aggressively and he worked his way down my back, washing in a relaxing circular motion until he got to my ass when he slipped his hand around to gently wash my balls, saying, "Gotta make sure you're all clean," He used his knuckle under the wash rag to tease a wonderful part of me hidden between my balls. Something about that spot is making me horny, but then Billy stopped and asked me to wash his back. And so I washed his back carefully with the same circular motions like his did with my back, with him crouching slightly so I could get it all. I squatted in the tub too and we both washed our hair. Billy pulled one of the buckets into the tub and slowly over my head as I tried to rinse the soap off of me with the cold water, shampoo getting into my eyes, as I rinsed to get it out. I did the same to him and watched the water play with very tiny bit of facial hair he had, the drops that were slowly coming off of his shoulders onto his chest and resting in that little space between his well-developed pectoral muscles, the tiny worms of water that were wriggling down his torso and lower abdomen, and those last droplets of water that stubbornly were still clung to the end of his dick and in his pubic bush. Billy grabbed some line dried towels that smelled wonderful and hands one to me as I climbed out of the tub. My teeth were chattering and I felt the chill of the cold air coming off the mountain. I have the towel wrapped around me and he has one wrapped around him and he got closer and gave me a hug, his body heat penetrating quickly through my skin down to the bones. It felt so good that I thought I hope he never has to let me go, but finally he did and I looked up at him and look into his eyes that looked like dull chrome in fading light, a ring of light danced off his pupil, and he smiled so broadly its almost a laugh, a view that let me see each tooth. I wondered in that short minute what he saw in me and I simply soaked in his smile. The moment is perfect, and as we stood there I just knew deep down that we completely understood and accepted each other. After a long moment, the natural silence was broken when Billy said, "Come on, we need to moisturize and finish." We padded out to the entrance to the garage in flip flops and there is a small simple wooden bench there about 3 feet high and 2 feet tall and next to it a cabinet filled with all kinds of odds and ends. Billy opened the cabinet and pulled out some lotion and moved the bench out a little from the wall. We sit down and Billy squirted some of the moisturizer in my hand. Billy then straddled the bench, facing away from me and gives me the bottle asking me if I would rub some lotion on his back, and I did, taking my time to press gently on every muscle and release using each finger, on and off, in circles, light and heavier touch, making my way down from the neck lower and lower down his back. I felt him relax as I scooted up next to him and lightly leaned against his back as I wrapped my hands around his waist. I then whispered to him the desire I had all day: "I wanna play with your cock and make you shoot your load." "Fuck," Billy said, "That's so hot." I leaned in around his left side and saw his dick skin lose its wrinkles. I saw his cock head emerge from its circlet of protection, wet and making a grand appearance. He was getting hard and I moved my right hand around and grabbed the middle of his shaft and was surprised at its weight and bulk, feel and softness, enjoying Billy's heat and his clean natural smell. Billy's hand gently covered mine as he guided me and started to gently stroke his meat. The head gave way beneath the skin as the grip tightened a tiny bit, and released a bit as his hand guided me up his shaft again as he used his own dick skin to massage himself and a slow, steady rhythm began. After I few minutes, I got up and we changed position. I sat to the left of Billy and I reached in front of him with my right hand to continue jacking him. With my left hand, I reached out and gently rubbed the fur on his ball sack, gently scratching and playing the lightly puckered skin until the heat of holding them in my hand caused his sack to expand and his balls to drop. My right hand was continuing to stroke his manhood, which made it look bigger. My index finger found the spot under Billy's piss slit where his foreskin was tethered and he was groaning softly with appreciation. Fluid was oozing out of his piss slit and his cock was pulsing and throbbing, coming to life under my grip. Billy couldn't take anymore and he stood up, jerking himself and groaning deeply as he shot his load several feet, emptying his seed all over the garage floor. "I love shootin' like that," Billy said as I said, "That's cool as fuck." Billy smirked as he reached over and grabbed my dick and started to jack me. Pulling on me very gently, he gave me a good tension that made me hard instantly. His other hand was on the underside of my balls, feeling down the seam to the base of my taint where he used just enough pressure to make my insides feel good. My piss slit started to drool and I was throbbing hard, enjoying all the attention Billy was giving my cock. I felt that wonderful wave of heat and the electric vibration as I gasped for air and I couldn't be touched anymore. I was exhausted from a few minutes of play and a days work and I leaned into Billy as he pulled me closer and squeezed me. I got up and used my towel to mop up the evidence of Billy's impressive virility and Billy got the wet wash rag and wiped up after me. A bleachy musky smell joined the smells of rubber, gas, oil and wood in the garage as we quickly cleaned up our mess nude. Billy's big cock never became totally limp and I could see strings of his jizz stick to the hair of his legs and the eye of his cock crying just a little bit now that the fun was over. We went back to the wash room as Billy took his dick in his right hand and peeled back the skin rinsing it with cold water left over in the last bucket. Even sticking it in cold water didn't phase him. "I think Ill have to go again later," he admitted, which gave me more lustful fantasies to dream about. We got dressed and cleaned up our mess in the wash house, putting our dirty clothes in the baskets to be washed. He offered me some spray deodorant and some splash on after shave after he used some himself, and I put them on while he smirked. I brushed my teeth and helped Billy with a few things he wanted moved in the garage before Aunt Gertrude came calling for me. She said, "Its 10 o'clock and you need to be in bed. And it wouldn't hurt you either, Billy." Billy just smiled and I smiled, too, knowing that I would be sleeping very well tonight. *** For EffinJeff1965 on his birthday in appreciation for his help in getting this draft published. Thanks to texxas for his help editing my first draft and to newlyweds for helping me with my outline. My gratitude to solojr and jlindsey for their encouragement to continue writing. ***