Aging Out: 4
Friday morning was crazy at the Walt Whitman. Guests would be checking in starting at ten o'clock and the first softball games would begin at two. Elsie helped Dirk check in guests, and the twins, Tyce, and Austin stocked the concession stands. Each of the concession stands had two livestock tanks filled with ice and water. One of the tanks was for soda pop and sports drinks, and the other was for beer.
At the last minute Molly decided to change up the menu when her cousin Maria agreed to help. Maria's family had owned a pizza parlor for years, and Molly decided that pizza by the slice would be a good seller. So grills were set up at both concession stands for hotdogs and brats, and the dining room would serve pizza for lunch and dinner.
The weather was great, the lodge was completely booked, and the concessions were raking in the money. Dirk was beyond happy that the Walt Whitman would for once start the summer with cash in the bank rather than relying on their line of credit to cover expenses. Typically the lodge wouldn't show a profit until the Fourth of July weekend, but the tournament was a cash cow and Dirk wanted to be sure to land it again for the next year.
Since the twins weren't old enough to sell beer, Austin and Tyce each assigned to work the cash boxes and handle the beer. Austin wasn't sure what to do the first time one of the guests handed him a tip. Finally, Paul found a plastic ice cream bucket and wrote tips on it. It wasn't long before the tip bucket was filling up along with the cash box. Austin called Jay on the radio to come collect some of the cash, and not long after that he heard Tyce make the same call, then so did Molly.
When Jay returned to the office with the cash, Dirk said, "Damn, I didn't think about tips. Let's put each group's tips in envelopes, and then we can ask them how they want to divide them later." Jay then opened the concession bags and said, "Damn, we are selling a lot."
"Yeah, and that doesn't count the credit card sales," Jay said.
"If this keeps up, we don't have enough food and drinks for the weekend," Dirk said. "Go find out where we are and then you are probably going to have to run to Sam's for more supplies. I also need to call the soda and beer vendors for a delivery tomorrow morning."
"Don't forget ice. I stopped by the freezer and we have used about half of our ice order."
Jay took a quick inventory of supplies and headed to town. When the last guests were finally checked in, Dirk left Elsie in charge of the desk and he went down to the Backwoods to open it up for Zeke and Donte.
"Hey Dirk," Zeke said, "how is the tournament going?"
"From our perspective really well. Jay is making another run for supplies because we just didn't have any idea how much these guys would eat and drink."
"Yeah, this weekend they will pig out, then for the next two week spend extra time in the gym bemoaning the fact they put on two pounds," Donte said. He smacked his stomach with both hands. "That's why I went and found me a chubby chaser. Every beer just makes me all the more lovable."
Zeke laughed, "I do like my boy's fat white ass."
Dirk said, "I have hired two college lifeguards for tonight. Normally we won't have lifeguards, but with as many people as we expect, I want to play it safe."
"Good thinking. Nothing puts a damper on a pool party faster than a drowning," Donte said.
"We do have a problem, Zeke said, "One of our servers was skateboarding yesterday and broke his arm. We haven't been able to replace him. Do you think Tyce would be willing to serve drinks?"
"I'll ask him."
"Tell him, we pay minimum wage, the tips are where the real money is." Zeke said, "A stud like Tyce should be able to make bank serving drinks to this crowd."
"I'll tell him that. Also, we didn't really think about tips when we set up the concession stands and dining hall. How do you handle tips?"
"Typically, we pool tips. At the end of the night, everyone turns in their tips to me. I also add to the pool the tip money collected from credit card payments. Then I divide them up and include them in their paychecks as tips. That way the taxes are withheld, and the IRS stays off our backs."
"It also means that everyone on the team has a stake in making the customers happy," Donte added.
"Thanks, I am going to suggest that to my staff as well."
When Dirk asked Tyce if he would want to serve drinks at the Backwoods, he jumped at the chance. So after supper, Austin was watching Tyce get ready to serve drinks. Tyce settled on a pair of Daisy Dukes and a skin tight crop top. Austin thought he was hot, too hot.
"Why the frown buddy? Are you afraid I won't share my tips with you?" Tyce said with a wicked smile.
"No, that's not what I am worried you will share."
Tyce pushed Austin back on the bed, straddled him, pinned his arms above his head, and began kissing him. When Tyce finally stopped, he said, "There is a lock on these pants and only you have the key. So don't you worry your pretty little head."
Austin smiled, pushed Tyce off and went to his dresser drawer. He pulled out a bicycle chain and a padlock. When he finished running the chain through Tyce's belt loops he cinched up the chain and snapped the lock shut. Tyce looked in the mirror and said, "That is fucking hot, but what if I have to piss?"
"The zipper still works."
"So what if I have to shit?."
"Then you'd better get on the radio, and hope I'm in the mood to show up with the key."
Tyce gave Austin a kiss and said, "When I call, you'll show up."
"Someone is pretty sure of himself." Then Austin pinched Tyce's ass.
"Ow, that hurt."
"You'd better get used to that," Austin said with a grin, "In those shorts your cheeks are like Charmin: squeezably irresistible."
Austin wasn't kidding. All night long Tyce's ass was pinched, patted, and spanked, but his pockets were full of tips. When everyone turned their tips in to Zeke, he said, "Fuck, if we do this again tomorrow we will make out like bandits. This would normally be a weekend's worth of tips."
When Tyce got back to the staff cabin he was in desperate need to pee. "The key, I need the key. The zipper is stuck."
"This key?" Austin said, waving the key.
"Come on, this isn't funny. I really need to piss."
Austin unlocked the padlock and Tyce yanked down his shorts and ran into the bathroom. When Tyce finished he walked out wearing only a grin and the sexy crop top. Austin immediately got hard.
"Like what you see?" Tyce asked.
Austin nodded.
Tyce turned and bent over, and Austin noticed several bruises on Tyce's white, smooth cheeks. Austin couldn't resist kissing them and saying, "There does that feel better."
"Uh-huh."
Eventually Austin moved to where he could kiss and lick Tyce's hard cock, "How about this?"
"Oh yes, that feels so good."
"How about this?" and Austin swallowed Tyce's cock to the base.
Tyce pushed Austin off, and said, "That is too good. I don't want to cum yet." He then lifted Austin to his feet and slowly removed his clothes. When Austin was completely naked, Tyce slowly traced Austin's taut muscular chest with his tongue. The two lay down on the bed and Tyce began to massage Austin. As the massage became more sensual, a pool of precum began to form, and Tyce collected it with his tongue and shared it with his hungry boy.
Austin again found Tyce's cock, and this time began there would be no stopping until he had consumed all of Tyce's thick, rich, spunk. Tyce was beyond the ability to resist. Austin was in control. Then like a cottonwood in an Oklahoma thunderstorm Tyce began to twist and shudder. His entire body contracted and finally cum shot from his cock like lightning to fill Austin's hungry mouth. Tyce grabbed hold of Austin to anchor himself against the orgasmic storm.
Slowly the thunder and lightning faded, and Tyce lay spent and relaxed. "Oh fuck Austin, I have never felt anything like that. You are amazing." Austin pulled the sheet over Tyce and himself then put his head on Tyce's chest. He loved to feel Tyce next to him in bed, and he snuggled in next to him.
"Don't you want me to make you cum?" Tyce asked.
"Not tonight, what I need is to talk to you."
"Okay," Tyce said, not sure where this was going.
"I don't know how to ask this ... It's been so long since someone other than Jax gave a shit about me ... do you really care about me."
Tyce's chest tightened with emotion as he remembered what it felt like to be just a case file in the system. He once watched a show where people were bidding on unclaimed storage units. It struck him that foster kids were like abandoned storage units. People put stuff in a storage unit with the intention of someday coming back to get it, but eventually they forget about it and stop paying the bill. Then one day, a guy with a clipboard cuts the lock off the door and opens you up so strangers can see if there is anything of value worth bidding on.
Tyce squeezed Austin close to his body and kissed the top of his head. "Listen buddy," Tyce said, "I know when you first age out, it is hard to trust people, it's even harder to trust your feelings about people. I've been there, I know -- but I want you to trust me when I tell you that I more than care about you, I may even love you."
Tyce felt Austin gently sobbing. After a bit Austin wiped his eyes and said, "Sunday, when all of the guest are gone ... will you ... will you fuck me?"
"No Austin, I won't fuck you, but together we can discover how to share ourselves with each other. Would that be okay?"
Austin said, "Yes, I think I would like that. And Tyce..."
"Yes?"
"I think I might love you too."
At the Saturday morning meeting Dirk and Jay were in a great mood. Jay started, "Things went really well yesterday, so I hope I'm not putting a jinx on it. The final game is set for five o'clock and we will start serving BBQ at six. We plan to open the Backwoods at seven.This morning, I need Tyce and Austin to help clean up the Backwoods and restock the bathhouse. Things aren't bad, but we have decided we need an attendant in the bathhouse when we have as many guests as we do this weekend, so Austin, would you be up for being our pool boy tonight?"
Austin grinned and nodded.
Paul piped up, "Why can't we be pool boys."
"Yeah," said Peter.
"Because you're not 18 and most of the guys are swimming naked," Jay said.
"Not fair, I bet Peter and I could make bank in tips."
Dirk broke in, "I don't need your dad down here because we are corrupting his boys, he's already pretty cool even letting you work here at all."
"Hey, don't worry about dad and mom. They already know that Paul is corrupt. They're just glad he's earning his own bail money." Peter said, Paul punched his shoulder, and everyone else laughed.
Dirk took over the meeting, "Just keep doing your jobs like you did yesterday and we will have a very successful weekend. Not only has this tournament been good for the lodge's bottom line, I think you guys are going to be happy with the tip split. We have also picked up several new reservations and the memberships in the Backwoods are selling well. We should be full for the rest of the summer and fall."
"Finally," Jay said, "We left Monday free so we can do a thorough clean and restock. I am hoping we can get everything done by noon and everyone can have the rest of the day off -- full pay."
"Now that's the kind of bosses I like," Molly said.
"Is there anything else?" Dirk asked.
"Since we have the afternoon off on Monday," Tyce said, "I was wondering if Austin and I can grab a couple of kayaks and I can show him the river."
"Sure," Jay said. "If Austin is going to work at Ledges, he ought to be familiar with the river and the equipment."
"Can we come too?" Peter asked.
"Peter, they might want to ... you know," Paul said.
"They are not going to `you know' on the river in the middle of the day!" Peter said.
"Hey, I would `you know' Mary Beth Orr on the Courthouse steps in the middle of the day if I had a chance," Paul said.
"When did I lose control of the meeting?" Dirk said with a chuckle. "Okay, does anyone else want to float the river on Monday."
"I've already got plans,'' Elsie said.
"Yeah," Emily said with a snicker, "her boyfriend is getting out of prison."
"Stop it, you know Connor is a corrections officer at the penitentiary in McAlester."
"Okay, we've wasted enough time. Everyone needs to get busy." Dirk said.
The first thing Tyce and Austin did was gather up all the pool towels from the night before and run them to the laundry for Elsie. Then they restocked the restrooms and showers. While Tyce cleaned the pool, Austin cleaned and straightened up the pool deck. When they finished the clubhouse, it was time to get up to work in the concession stands.
To keep things interesting Tyce and Austin switched twins for the day. During a lull, Austin said, "Paul seems to be a wild one."
"Actually, he just talks big. If Mary Beth Orr ever did say yes, his pecker would run and hide in the doghouse. The truth is aside from hand jobs and getting our cocks sucked a couple of times, both of us are still cherry."
A customer came up and ordered a brat and a local brew called the Blonde Beaver. After Austin finished taking his money, Peter said, "So?"
"Huh?"
"I told you about Paul and me. Don't tell me you're gonna leave me hanging."
Austin blushed, "Well, ... until I met Tyce I was a total cherry. He's been giving me lessons."
"So?"
"He's a good teacher." Austin said with a smile.
The radio crackled and Jay asked, "Austin, how are your supplies holding out?"
"We're getting low on brats, hotdogs, and sports drinks," Austin replied.
"It's three o'clock and there are only semi-finals and finals left in the tournament. We're going to move everything from your concession stand to the one out near field two, That's where the finals will be played. Start packing up and I'll be there with the mule in a minute."
When the concession stands had been consolidated, Jay sent Austin to help set up the BBQ. Big Ed was a large man. It was clear he liked to eat, and there was nothing he liked to eat more than BBQ. He had worked for the county road crew for years and still dressed in overalls, a blue shirt, and work boots.
Big Ed had started the smoker early in the morning and the smell of wood, seasoning, and cooking meat filled the air. Austin extended his hand, "I'm Austin. Jay sent me to see if you need some help. Damn, this smells good."
"Don't it? Best advertising in the world," Big Ed said. "Nice to meet you Austin. I'm just getting ready to pull the briskets. I sure do appreciate help with that. I'll pull them from the smoker and you can wrap them in foil and put them in those coolers. The temperature will drop slowly and when we serve it, it will melt in your mouth like butter. Big Ed's smoker was 30-foot long with three doors and an off-set firebox. It was mounted on a trailer alone with a rack for the pecan wood that provided Ed's signature flavor."
Ed and Austin soon fell into an efficient rhythm and the briskets were all removed. Next they filled the smoker with hot links. "These are already cooked,"Big Ed said, "We just gotta to bring `em up to temp and add a touch of finishin' smoke." When the grill was loaded and the doors closed, Ed took out a red bandana and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Austin you are a dandy worker. If you ever need some extra work, I could use you down at my smoke shack. I know you'll be busy all summer, but one of my busy times is Thanksgiving and Christmas. Can I call and see if you want some extra money?"
"I'd like that," Austin said.
Dirk heard the conversation and said, "Big Ed., stop poaching our help. You know how hard it is to find young guys who are willing to work."
"I know," Ed laughed, "I weren't trying to steal him, just borrow him for a few days."
"I'll tell you what, you can have Austin for the holidays, if we get one of those smoked turkeys at Thanksgiving and a brisket at Christmas."
"It's a deal."
"Damn," said Austin, "is this what it feels like to be a MLB pitcher during the trading season?"
Dirk and Big Ed both smiled.
Big Ed's BBQ was a hit and Molly and the kitchen had put together the perfect sides and desserts to compliment the meat. During the meal, trophies for first, second, and third were awarded, as well as a few prizes for the worst play of the tournament, the wildest uniforms, and the best losers. The best losers award went to a team of 60-somethings who didn't win a game, but had a blast going 0-3.
Tyce and Austin were eating with the twins. Tyce looked at Austin and asked, "Do you know why Thing 1 and Thing 2 keep calling me Professor?" The twins started laughing and Austin turned bright red.
Just then Dirk walked up and handed Tyce two styrofoam takeout boxes, and said, "Take these down to Zeke and Donte when you head down. They have been busy restocking the bar and haven't had a chance to get any BBQ."
"Will do," Tyce said. Then he looked at Austin, "We should get changed, and go see if Zeke and Donte need any help."
Tyce again decided to wear Daisy Dukes, but this time he chose a skin-tight black tank top. Austin was having a tough time deciding what to wear and finally said, I" have nothing sexy to wear."
Tyce threw Austin a flower Hawaiian shirt, saying, "Try this." He then tossed him a pair of mesh running shorts. Austin held them up and said, "What is this all about?"
"The pouch? That's where the family jewels are stored safe and secure."
After Austin finished dressing, he said, "So babe, how do I look?"
Tyce walked over and unbuttoned Austin's shirt, "There. Now that's a money maker." He then gave his boy a big sexy kiss.
Tyce was right, Austin's look was a money maker. No respectable gay man could resist tipping the young stud when he smiled and said, "Sir, would you like a towel." A fair number of guys recognized that Austin's shorts had a pouch and wanted to put their tips in there. Austin smiled and said, "Oh, that's where I keep the big bills." He ended the night with more than a few twenties. All evening Tyce and Austin competed to see who would be the king of tips. It was Austin's naive, boyish charm versus Tyce's hot, raw sexuality. In the end boyish charm won out by fifteen dollars.
Later that night, Tyce stripped Austin and inspected his body. "I can't believe it," Tyce said. "All that money and not a single mark. Look what I had to do for my tips." Tyce turned his ass to Austin to show him several marks from particularly hard pinches or slaps. "Men can be such animals," Tyce said, "I don't know how women in the 50s and 60s could do it."
Both boys were totally exhausted and had no sooner cuddled up under the sheet than they were asleep.
"Oh fuuuuuck!" Austin cried as his cock erupted for the second time Sunday morning. With a late checkout and no new guests until Tuesday, Austin and Tyce were making the most of their morning off.
"Shit, I have never cum so much in my entire life. That's one of things that those who weren't in the system don't get, how you never feel you can just enjoy masturbating."
"I know," Tyce said, "It's like you are always afraid of being discovered. Even if the foster parents would have been cool, it was always in the back or your mind that if they found out they would report it to your social worker, and then it would be put in some file for someone in the future to read."
"I had the same thoughts." Austin said. "I imagined applying for a job and some wrinkled, old lady would say, `It says in your file that you are a chronic masturbator'."
Tyce laughed, "I hated laundry day because I just knew they would find cum tracks on my sheets."
"However the worst was if you had to share a room with a young kid," Austin said. "If you were sharing with an older kid both of you would just say, What the hell, everyone needs a release,' but a young kid might just blurt out at supper, I saw Austin playing with his pee pee'."
Tyce locked his fingers behind his head and looked at the ceiling and Austin followed suit. After a few minutes of silent thought, Austin asked, "So Professor, when are you going to teach me how to fuck?"
"Are you the reason the twins keep calling my professor?"
"Sorry about that. I might have mentioned to Paul that you had taught me a few things."
Tyce chuckled then got serious. "Before we take that step, I want to tell you about Denny."
"Okay."
"I met Denny in a group home. He was a couple of years older than me. We really didn't have that much in common, beyond both being in the system. At fifteen, I thought I was a badass and wouldn't take crap from anyone. About a week after I moved into the group home, I came back from school pretty beat up. I had lipped off to one of the football players, and he and two of his friends decided to beat the shit out of me."
"Denny didn't say anything, or act like he even noticed that I was hurt. The next day I went to the locker room to change for P.E., and the same group decided I needed a second lesson. However, this time Denny stepped behind me and told them that I had learned my lesson, and I didn't need another. They laughed and said I was too stupid to have learned anything yet, and if he didn't want to join their etiquette class, he's better just leave."
"Denny just stood there, and when one of the guys decided to show him what happened to people who didn't mind their own business, Denny dropped him like a sack of potatoes. The other two soon joined their buddy on the floor. Before his dad had gone to prison, Denny's father was a martial arts instructor, and had taught Denny how to take care of himself."
"That was the beginning of our friendship. I was like Denny's little brother. He looked out for me, and I worshipped the ground he walked on. Eventually something more began to develop. Before I met Denny I had fucked around a bit when the opportunity came up, and the first couple of times with Denny were just fucking. But then things changed and we went from fucking to making love. I fell hard for the guy, and we began to make plans for the future. We planned to go to Alaska. He'd read that the government would give you land if you homesteaded, and we'd watched enough Discovery TV and History Channel to believe we could make it."
"Denny and I had different social workers. Mine was Jax, and his was some old fuck wad that was putting in his time until he retired. Jax knew about my and Denny's relationship, so when he planned outings with his kids, he would invite Denny to join us. He even tried to get Denny transferred to his caseload, but the supervisor wouldn't do it."
Tyce took a couple of deep breaths, and Austin noticed he was becoming increasingly emotional, so he rolled over and wrapped his arms around Tyce in support. Tyce wiped away a tear and said, "This is hard."
"You don't have to...."
"No, I do. You need to know .... A week after high school graduation, Denny aged out and the only help he got from his asshole social worker was the business card of the Army recruiter and a list of homeless shelters. He didn't even try to help Denny find a job or a place to live. We later learned that the Army recruiter was his nephew. No one could prove it, but I just know he was helping his nephew fill his quota. They needed soldiers in Afghanistan, and the minute Denny enlisted he was fast tracked to boot camp and then shipped out. I only got to see him once before he shipped out."
"Denny wrote to me that when he got out, he would find me and we would go to Alaska like we planned. He said he thought about me everyday, and that we would always be together. I got the letter a week before he was killed by an IED. He never got a chance to read my reply; it was unopened in his personal effects when I got them. He had named me as his benefits beneficiary. In his will, he left me a letter that said he would alway be my big brother and looking out for me."
"I...I..." Tyce was too emotional to continue. Austin held Tyce close and gently kissed his tear streaked cheeks. Finally, Tyce was able to continue, "I know this will sound crazy and weird, but from the minute I saw you I have felt that Denny wants us to be together. I don't know how to explain it, but I feel it. That's why our first time can't just be fucking, it has to be making love."
Austin said, "I understand."
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