Mid-morning, last week, Baxter phoned me at work to invite us over for a barbecue. His nephew, Sandra’s brother, Carl was visiting, we were invited over to his welcoming party.
I asked, “What should we bring?”
He suggested some salads. I called my wife and informed her about our new supper plans. After work, I visited Royal Deli and picked up tubs of potato, potato with egg, and macaroni salads and a tub of ambrosia.
We arrived at Baxter’s about 6:30, hauled our deli offerings into the kitchen and went out to the backyard. Introductions were made all round.
Carl was eighteen, had just graduated from high school. He was here looking for a job. His Mom was much better and she and Sandra didn’t want him around getting in their way.
He was a solid six foot, two hundred pound hunk of muscle. I wondered what he was packing in those gym shorts he was wearing. We had a pleasant evening, good eats, cold beer, good company and lots of laughs.
I don’t know if my wife noticed that Baxter was in good spirits lately. He was not mean or condescending throughout the barbecue. He had a good time and so did we. I went into the kitchen at one point and seeing Baxter at the counter, I walked over and patted and squeezed his ass.
He laughed, “Don’t you dare goose me here!”
I suggested to Carl that he come to work with me the next day. I would introduce him to Earl. Maybe he could get a job at the lumber yard.
The next morning, Earl checked with his foreman Gary about a job for Carl. Gary thought he should start stocking shelves and maybe do some selling at times. Thus he was hired,
A week later, I had a lumber delivery to a farm about thirty miles from Sacramento. He came along to give me a hand. Halfway there, my bladder was bursting. I parked across a side road and got out. I stood beside the back tire, unzipped, hauled out my cock and started pissing.
Carl got out too. He stood about three feet from me, pulled his cock and balls out over the top of his sweats and started pissing too. He was certainly well endowed. Above average sized cut cock, very thick at the base tapering somewhat towards his knob.
The look on his face indicated that he was a little peeved at me watching him piss.
I smiled and said, “I’ll bet the guys in the locker room never called you tiny?”
He blushed as red as a beat and giggled, “No, they didn’t!”
“How big does that piece of meat get when you get hard?”
He answered, “I don’t know, never measured.”
I had finished pissing at this point so I got a tape measure from the truck and said, “Let’s find out.”
“You’re kidding right?”
“Hell no!”
I waited until he too was done pissing.