Evan grew up in a tough environment and was a lot smaller than his two older brothers and large father. Being the runt of the litter life could’ve been far harder for him, but thankfully compassion and tolerance ran in his family. Evan was also the apple of his diminutive mother’s eye, a feisty woman whom one didn’t want to mess with.
Like the rest of his family, Evan wasn’t academically inclined. He wasn’t stupid but came from a blue-collar family, where education was not deemed a great priority. To his advantage, the qualities he did possess were that he was fastidiously tidy and very methodical. Upon leaving school, this stood him in good stead after his dad arranged a possible job for him with Wally.
In the industrial park where his father and brothers worked, Wally had his own business. Wally was a genius when it came to repairing any kind of machinery. The large workshop that Wally had was actually quite well organized, but the office was in a terrible state. The young woman Wally had formerly employed spent all her time either smoking outside or on her phone. All the paperwork was in total disarray and how Wally was able to deal with his creditors, or produce invoices, was a total mystery.
Evan had never met Wally prior to his interview and was somewhat taken aback by doing so. Wally was twenty-six-years-old but given his stern demeanour, seemed to be five years older. If Evan had believed that his dad was a big guy, Wally took that to the next level. Wally was at least six-foot-four inches tall and solidly built. Wally was ruggedly handsome with a square jaw and large facial features. His dark hair was very short-cropped and although he did not have a beard or moustache, he had a permanent five o’clock shadow. Intimidating as he was, however, there was something very sexy about him.
Evan watched entranced as Wally picked up an old rag to wipe his huge greasy hands. The cloth looked even dirtier than his hands and Evan wondered what the ritual would achieve. The other thought that crossed his mind was, ‘Oh, fuck, I hope he isn’t going to shake my hand.’ Fortunately, he did not. The interview that Evan was about to embark upon also gave the word ‘succinct,’ a new meaning.
After a cursory look around the workshop, Evan was taken to the office where his skills were required. The office looked like something that belonged to a bygone era. Fortunately, however, the computer and copier looked very up to date and as he was told, had been acquired two months before. Other than that, the office was a mess.
“You need to fix this,” Wally informed him, before telling him the hours and pay that was on offer.
“I like your dad and if he says you can do the job, that’s good enough for me.” There was a brief pause before Wally added, “So… are you up for it, or not?”
With job opportunities as rare as hens’ teeth, Evan had to make his decision. The supermarket jobs offered a little more pay, but the hours were ridiculous. Wally also looked like the non-interfering, ‘get on with the job and I will leave you alone’ type, unlike the managerial peacocks that strutted around supermarkets, revelling in their authority.
“Yes I’ll take it, Wally, thank you,” Evan replied with a smile.
“Cool… then get to work,” Wally answered with a wink and smile for the very first time.
Evan instantly knew that he had made the correct decision, and had a strong feeling that he was going to love working for Wally. After Wally left the office he looked around, somewhat intimidated, but then his naturally ordered mind kicked in. Methodically, Evan began to sort out the mess that had been left to him. Twice daily, over the following few days, Wally would enter the office and always seemed impressed by what he saw.
One of the routines at work that Evan quickly got used to was dealing with the business’ mobile phone. Because Wally’s hands were always dirty, Evan kept the phone on his desk and whenever anyone needed to speak to Wally, he would walk over to Wally and push the speaker button. If it was going to be a quick call, Wally would signal for him to wait. For longer calls, Evan simply left the phone next to Wally and returned to the office. There was a large opening between the workshop and the office so the two could always have a clear view of one another.
On the third morning, the phone ritual led to a slightly embarrassing situation for Evan. Upon answering the phone a female voice identifying herself as Yvonne asked to speak to Wally. As Evan approached Wally identifying the caller, Wally got an exasperated look on his face.
“Why are you calling, Yvonne?” he asked.
“We need to talk,” Yvonne’s voice proclaimed, from the speaker.
“It’s over Yvonne… done… finito, there nothing more to say,” Wally concluded, before signalling to Evan to switch the phone off.
“Fucking women… They are far more trouble than what they’re worth,” Wally announced. “Sorry to put you in the middle of this, but if she calls again, I am never available.”
Why this scenario excited Evan, was totally beyond him. Much as he was becoming smitten by Wally, he knew that Wally was straight and that nothing was ever going to happen between them. Nevertheless, at least for now, there wasn’t a woman in Wally’s life that he had to worry about.
Evan would often stare at Wally in his denim dungarees and imagine what it would be like to have sex with him. Wally was a magnificent specimen of masculinity and just became more appealing by the day. The other thing that played on Evan’s mind was the ever-increasing friendliness that Wally was beginning to show toward him. There was always warmth in Wally’s smiles, and he had even begun to refer to Evan as Evvie. Evan lay in bed at night imagining that Wally was his lover as he tugged on his knob.
After two weeks in his new job, Evan was really pleased with the progress he had made. Wally was even more impressed and constantly told Evan that the office had never been so organized. Evan’s weekly pay packets also demonstrated Wally’s approval when he noticed the extra money it contained.
The bathroom at the workshop was small and had a separate toilet stall, a wall fitted porcelain urinal, and a basin with a shelf above it. On the shelf, there was always a huge tub of degreaser.
One morning, as Evan was having a piss at the urinal, Wally entered and walked over to the basin.
“Oh, fuck,” Wally exclaimed, “I’ve run out of degreaser,” he exclaimed, showing the empty tub to Evan. “Jesus, Evvie, you’re going to have to help me out. If I don’t piss right now, I’m going to piss in my pants.”
Evan was busy zipping himself up as Wally joined him at the urinal.
“Please, Evvie, I really need your help. I’m sorry to do this to you but I’m really desperate,” Wally stated, with a pleading look in his eyes.
Observing the shocked look on Evan’s face, Wally began to cajole Evan. “Please unbutton my dungarees and pull them down for me.”
Evan’s hands were trembling as he performed the task. Then, turning to face the urinal Wally continued, “You’re going to have to take Percy out of my underpants and point it at the porcelain for me,” Wally concluded, with an apologetic frown.
When Evan pulled the front of the underpants down his heart almost stopped. In his wildest imagination, he hadn’t envisioned the perfection that now befell his eyes. The uncut wonder was long, thick and beautiful. Evan hesitated for a few seconds, and then gazing up at Wally he saw a look of encouragement in Wally’s eyes. Taking hold of and lifting the magnificent object, Evan then pointed in the appropriate direction. As a stream of piss began to gush, he heard a huge sigh from Wally.
“Thanks, Evvie, you’ve saved my life,” Wally intoned.
The torrent seemed never-ending but as anxious as Evan was, there was a thrill of excitement pulsing through his entire body.
Finally, when the stream ended, Wally whispered, “You’d better give it a good shake and press all the moisture out, I don’t want a wet spot on my dungarees.”
As Evan shook the knob he could feel a definite hardening underway. Next, moving his fingers forward, Evan began to massage the hood as he pressed the excess moisture out of the snout.
“Fuck, Evvie, we’d better put this thing away because you’re getting me into trouble,” Wally said, in a low groan.
After Evan had buttoned the top of the dungarees, Wally gave him a warm smile before departing. Evan stood there dumbfounded, wondering if he should wash his hands. Lifting his fingers to his nose he inhaled the odour of Wally’s moisture and masculine crotch. The smell was heavenly and there was no way he was going to wash his hands. After composing himself he exited the bathroom. En route back to his office, his eyes chanced upon the shelving in the workshop where supplies were kept. Evan’s eyes widened as he observed the three large new tubs of degreaser.
During the rest of the day, Evan kept sniffing his fingers. That evening after he went to bed, Evan almost dismembered himself, replaying the events at the workshop that day.
With an air expectation and excitement, Evan arrived at work the following day. All morning he wondered if the previous day had merely been an aberration, or if Wally was ‘softening’ him up for ‘bigger’ things. Bristling with hope, Evan made his way to the bathroom at eleven. As he stood pissing at the urinal he felt himself start to intone a silent prayer, with every second seeming like a year. When the door finally opened, Evan almost sighed aloud as relief flooded over him. Wally entered he instantly moved next to Evan.
After Evan finished zipping up he glanced up at Wally. No words were spoken, but Wally’s eyes were alive with lust. Without delay, Evan unbuttoned and lowered Wally’s dungarees. This time, however, Wally didn’t turn to face the urinal. After a few moments of anticipation, Evan realized that the procedure of the previous day had been altered. When Evan liberated Wally’s knob, a full erection presented itself.
“I have a bone to pick with you,” Wally murmured, feigning disapproval.
“What?” Evan asked, perplexed.
“Yesterday, you didn’t extract all the moisture and I had a wet spot on my dungarees,” Wally grumbled, with mock menace. Next, Wally turned slowly to face the urinal.
Entranced once more, Evan watched the gush as he held Wally’s dick in his hand. As Wally pissed he asked, “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
Registering that the following day was Friday, Evan answered, “Nothing, why?”
“Well, after all the incredible work you have done, I figured that a celebration at my home is in order,” Wally answered.
“That will be great, Thank you,” Evan replied.
“Pack an overnight bag because we’ll obviously be having a few drinks and it won’t be wise to drive you home afterward.