Love on Site (16 page)

My dick pronged—but I realized there was no way we were going to get happy when everyone else was around. I found Walter in his office with a splay of paperwork in front of him. “Come on in, Manny. I’ve got a new project for you.” He motioned me to the chair. “You know that nothing ever gets built exactly according to specifications, right?”

I shrugged. “I guess so.”

“Well, it’s true. I’ll need the as-built dimensions of every warehouse once it goes up. Like I told you, my plan is to lease out each warehouse, then sell the property. I’ve already got a tenant signed for warehouse one, so we’re going to have to scramble to get it finished.”

“I’ll help with whatever you need.”

“Good. First thing is to verify dimensions. If a wall is supposed to be twenty-four feet long, make sure it is. If it’s actually twenty-three feet, eleven inches, then mark that down.”

Not exactly the romantic encounter I’d been hoping for, but I still got off on any time I could spend with Walter. I spent the rest of the day in warehouse one, verifying the dimensions. I carried a tape measure snapped onto my belt, a flashlight, a set of blueprints, and a clipboard. I was always in danger of dropping something, knocking my hard hat off, or stumbling ass over teakettle into a trench that caught me unawares.

I was walking back from warehouse one the next morning, a few minutes before the lunch meeting, when Dolores roared up to the site in her convertible, alone this time.

I hung back under the lone palm tree and watched her adjust her hair and makeup in the mirror, then swing her legs out of the car. She wore a very short skirt in a bright red that matched her heels and her lipstick. Her white blouse was filmy and low cut.

I wasn’t the only guy watching her. As I looked around, I saw several of the construction managers had also stopped to enjoy the show on their way to lunch. I figured that we wouldn’t have much of a meeting if Walter was going out with Dolores instead.

Once she had gone into the trailer, I followed her, with a few of the other guys behind me. I exchanged a glance with Estefani that told me Dolores was already in Walter’s office.

As I walked down the hall to the conference room, I heard her voice ringing out in high-pitched Spanish. All I could hear was the highs and lows—I couldn’t make out the words. But she sure wasn’t happy.

None of the other guys said a word. We filed into the conference room, where our lunches were already on the table, and very quietly we retrieved our orders. Suddenly there was a loud bang, and I worried for that it had been a shot.

But it was quickly followed by a second, and I recognized they were slamming doors. A moment later Walter joined us in the conference room. “Sorry for the distraction,” he said as he sat down. He reached for his lunch, the only one remaining in the center of the table. “So, who’s ready to start?”

No one said anything until Adrian spoke. “Warehouse one is moving along,” he said. “Walls will be painted by the end of the day.”

I bit my lip at the word “paint,” coming so soon after Dolores’s visit, but Walter didn’t seem to notice. “Good,” he said.

The rest of the meeting went quickly, and Walter returned to his office and closed the door. I went back outside.

My Doc Martens were good for walking around, trekking across piles of backfill, jumping open trenches, and testing the strength of concrete. There was always dust blowing out there, and sometimes it covered up sharp pieces of debris that would have pierced the sole of lesser footwear.

Walter left the office early, so I didn’t get a chance to ask him what Dolores wanted, but I had a feeling I already knew. She had dressed like a woman ready for seduction, and from the slamming doors I figured she hadn’t gotten what she’d come for.

Walter was out of the office most of the day Thursday, and we only spoke about issues on-site. That evening Del called me and told me she was still staying with Mami and Papi, but at least she was talking to Hernan. “He came to Sedano’s this afternoon with a big bouquet of roses,” she said. “All the other cashiers were so jealous! But I told him it’s going to take more than flowers and sweet words to get me to go back to him.”

“You want me to talk to him?” I asked.

“
Puede ser muy testarudo
,” she said. “It’ll take a while to get through his stubborn head. But gracias, mi ’mano.”

It was late Friday by the time I had all the dimensions verified. When I dragged myself back to the trailer, I realized that the only car left in the lot was Walter’s. Had he waited for me? Or maybe he was just working late, the way I was.

He was on the phone in his office when I walked in. He waved at me and said into the phone, “Listen, I’ve got to go. Thanks for the heads up.”

I leaned on the door frame. “Long week,” I said.

He looked up at me and smiled. “Any plans for the weekend?”

I shook my head. “You?”

“I’ve got something in mind for this evening,” he said. “But it requires that the door to the trailer be locked. You think you can get that?”

“Sure.” I stepped back to the lobby and flipped the interior bolt on the trailer door. When I turned around, Walter was there, and I only realized my dick was stiff when I pressed against him.

We kissed, and he reached down to stroke me. I shivered under his touch. “You make me want to do all kinds of things to you,” he said. He backed me up against Estefani’s desk, then lifted me so I was sitting on it. He got down on his knees on the trailer floor and nuzzled my dick through my pants.

I quickly undid my belt and spread my pants, and as if it had a mind of its own, my dick popped right out of the slit in my boxers. “Somebody’s excited,” Walter said; then he took me in his mouth.

It was obvious that he’d been paying attention to the way I had treated him, because his cocksucking technique continued to improve a bit. He varied the suction with some licking and fondling and jerking, and just as I couldn’t hold back any more, he swallowed my dick, and my cum spurted down his throat.

He gagged but smiled as he backed off and stood up. “I wanted to see what that felt like,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Swallowing. It takes some getting used to.”

I stuffed my softening dick back into my pants and stood up. I leaned forward to kiss Walter, and as I did I reached over to his crotch and caressed it. I could feel his hardness through his khakis.

“Do you want me to suck you?” I asked in a low voice, almost a growl. “Or do you want to fuck me?”

“I want so much from you it scares me,” Walter said.

“But for now?”

“For now, lean against that desk and show me your ass. I just happen to have a rubber and some lube in my pocket.”

“Oh, so that wasn’t your dick I felt?” I asked teasingly as I turned my back to him and dropped my pants.

Before I could get my boxers down, he slapped my right butt cheek with the flat of his hand. I yelped.

“You’ve been a bad boy lately,” he said, and he slapped the other cheek. “Broke the coffeepot.” Another spank. “Mouthed off to Camilo.” Another. He yanked down my boxers, exposing my ass to the air.

The next time his hand came down, it landed on bare flesh, and I felt the sting. But then he leaned down and kissed my neck, and he began caressing my butt with his work-roughened hand. I shivered and felt flooded with love for him.

There was some fumbling behind me as he struggled to get his pants off, the condom on, and my ass lubricated all at the same time, but he managed. The lube was warm after spending time in his pocket, and I loved the feel of his finger pushing its way in my hole, widening me and preparing me for his dick.

And then he was nosing at my hole, pressing forward, and I took a couple of deep breaths and relaxed so that he could slide into me. I felt the rubberiness of his cockhead against the walls of my chute, and he was inside and pressing forward, struggling to get his whole length inside me, and my whole being was focused on those inches.

“You all right?” he asked.

“Yup,” I grunted. I flexed my ass muscles and felt Walter shudder behind me. He started a slow, sensuous movement, in and out, and for a moment I wondered if this was something he had practiced with his wife, this rear entry, or if he just knew how to fuck because of all his experience with women.

And then it didn’t matter how he had learned what he had, because he was so good at it. I felt him sliding inside me, rubbing up against my prostate, then gradually picking up speed until he was banging his balls against my perineum and my whole world was rocking.

He held one hand on my waist and waved the other in the air like a cowboy at a rodeo, whooping with joy. I reached down to touch my dick, which was hard again, and began playing with myself, stroking the area below my dickhead with the edge of my thumb until my whole body was strumming to a melody Walter Loredo was conducting.

He banged into my ass one last time, so hard he knocked me forward. I lost hold of my dick and it sprayed a second load of cum all over Estefani’s desk as Walter yipped and slumped against me.

“Who needs a bed?” I said. “We’ve got a desk.”

Walter laughed. “I guess I don’t have to ask if it was good for you.”

“You’ll never have to,” I said, turning around to him. We made a comical couple, both of us still wearing our Loredo polo shirts, but bare-ass naked from the waist down, our pants pooled around our feet.

An alarm beeped on his phone, and he pulled away from me to shut it off. “I wish I could stay here with you all weekend,” he said. “But I’m supposed to meet a buddy of mine for a drink in the Gables.”

“Not a buddy like me,” I said.

“Nobody is like you. And nobody else is ever going to be what you are to me.”

I leaned up and kissed him again. “Good to know.” We cleaned up Estefani’s desk, and Walter left for the Gables, and I drove home, happy as I could be, even if it was tough to find a comfortable driving position.

I ate dinner with my roommates but punked out on a bar crawl. I rubbed some ointment on my ass and went to bed, and I was still asleep Saturday when Gavin came in to wake me up. “Get up, bum,” he said. “We’re going to Sawgrass Mills.”

I sat up and yawned. “For what?”

“Shopping, what else?” he said.

Sawgrass Mills was a huge outlet mall out at the edge of the Everglades in Broward County. I’d been there a couple of times with my parents but not for a while. “Come on, we can all use a wardrobe overhaul,” Gavin said.

Larry drove and I rode shotgun to navigate. Gavin lounged over the backseat, at one point kicking off his shoes and sticking his bare feet out the side window. “Dude, that’s gross,” Larry said. “Get your skanky feet back in the car.”

Gavin pulled them back in, lifted them up so they were resting on the front seat backs. “Like ’em better this way? Want to suck my toes?”

“Don’t make me pull over,” Larry said.

Gavin drew his feet back, and I turned to him. “You like that?” I asked. “Sucking toes?”

“I’ll suck on anything,” Gavin said. “Fingers, toes, nipples, dicks. You name it, I’ve had it in my mouth. I dated this guy once who had his frenulum pierced, right under the base of his dickhead. Loved to suck that little ball and tease my tongue around it.”

“TMI,” Larry said.

“What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever seen on a guy?” I asked. “I saw a frenum ladder once. This whole line of rings all along the shaft of this guy’s dick. I kind of freaked out. I didn’t know what to do with it.”

“That’s nothing. I went to fuck this guy once, and he had all these piercings along his perineum. And each ring had a little cross hanging from it. It was like fucking along the stations of the cross or something.”

Larry groaned, and I said, “Even I think that’s disgusting. What did you do?”

“What do you mean, what did I do? I opened his legs really wide and fucked him.”

“All right, that’s enough,” Larry said.

We rampaged through the mall, shopping like maniacs. Stuff was a lot cheaper there than in the boutiques on the Beach, and I stocked up on jeans and polo shirts and even splurged on sexy underwear. I don’t like thongs; wearing one feels like I have dental floss strung through my ass. But I do like bikinis, especially the funky-looking ones—with net pouches, or with metal rings connecting the pouch to the ass, or with dirty sayings on them.

We ate dinner there and saw a movie, and didn’t get back to South Beach until it was time for clubbing. As usual, Gavin ditched us quickly and found himself a sugar daddy to buy his drinks. Larry and I drank for a while, then danced until we were covered in sweat and ready to call it a night.

Sunday afternoon I headed out to Westchester for dinner with my family, though I was dreading it. Why did everything have to be so dramatic with my parents and my sisters? The world would not end if Maria del Carmen and Hernan divorced, or even if Beatriz ran away with her Charismatic Christian boyfriend.

I couldn’t park behind Abuelo’s car; there was an older model SUV where I normally did. Instead I had to find a spot a couple of houses down. I assumed the SUV belonged to someone visiting one of our neighbors. But as I walked up the concrete path to our front door, Del opened it and came outside.

“How are things with Hernan?” I asked after she closed the door behind her.

“I moved back yesterday,” she said. “He’s up for a big promotion, and we’ve both been pretty stressed about that. We had a long talk and decided we’re both going to try harder to make time for each other.”

I sat down on the wrought-iron bench beside the front door. “Then what’s up with the special welcome?”

Del sat beside me. “Beatriz’s boyfriend is here,” she said.

“What’s he like?”

“Disgustingly nice. Papi and Mami will have a hard time finding anything to complain about.”

“They liked Hernan right away, didn’t they?” I asked. “Why should they want to find something bad about this guy?”

“Have you lost your memory?” she demanded. “Don’t you remember how much they hated Hernan when I started dating him?”

I cocked my head. “They hated him?”

“They were sure he was only after one thing,” she said. “You know what that is.”