Chapter 23

Fore!

“So Matthew, are you going to be sticking around here this summer and work at the store?” Aunt Helen asked.

Just then Ginny returned to the table from her phone call.

“Nah,” I said, “I’ll probably be returning home for the summer. I’m not sure. This friend I have at school asked if I’d be up for working at the country club in town on the grounds crew full time for $20 an hour.”

“Twenty dollars an hour!” both Helen and Parker said in unison.

“Yeah, pretty good for a college boy, right?” I continued. “So I went to the Dean of Admissions at the college to ask if I could stay on in the dorms over the summer at the student rate. You see, the college has summer school and keeps one of the dorms open to accommodate the non-commuter students. And they never fill the whole dorm, so why not just let me stay there and collect my rent money? The Dean said I’d have to be a summer school student to live in the dorm and the usual requirement is a minimum of two courses. But seeing as I’m a full-time student there the rest of the year, they’d be willing to waive that requirement and accept a one-course commitment.”

“So are you going to do it?” Parker asked eagerly.

“I can’t because I’d be working full time during the day and summer school courses take place only during the day. Because my work schedule will rotate, I thought about enrolling in one course and going on just the days I wasn’t working. You know, pay for a course and end up tanking it just for the sake of getting a dorm. But that would affect my GPA, so it wouldn’t be worth it in the end.”

That was met with silence while everyone thought. So I continued, “There’s a place about six or seven miles up Route 9 called the Town Line Motel that has a sign out front that says Monthly Rentals Available $300. I’m going to look into that, you know, to see if I can make it work because my friend needs an answer by the end of next week. He’s holding a slot for me while I try to figure something out.”

“The Town Line Motel...where is that?” Helen inquired.

“It’s near the intersection with the Hong Chow restaurant and the Mobil station...the motel’s right next to the Mobil station,” I explained.

“Oh Ginny, wasn’t that the Eisenhower Motel a few years back?” asked Helen.

“That was sold years ago. It’s been the Town Line Motel ever since as far as I know,” she informed us.

“The Eisenhower by the hour we used to say,” added Helen with a snicker. “It wasn’t known for its...luxurious accommodations. In fact, wasn’t there a murder there once...”

“Matthew, there is a better solution. Why don’t you just ask?” Ginny said.

“Huh? Ask what?” I questioned.

“Well Einstein, I guess what she’s trying to say is you can stay here if you want to. All you have to do
is ask,” Helen deduced.

“Oh...I didn’t even consider that because it would be impolite,” I stated.

“Is he for real?” Helen joked.

“OK, fine. Hey Matthew, why don’t you just stay here. I have two empty bedrooms you can use to store your stuff. Then you can figure out sleeping arrangements with your partner in crime."

“OH ALRIGHT! Woo hoo!” Parker cheered. “Say YES, SAY YES!!”

“Well, that would be...fantastic!” I said totally surprised. “But obviously I want to pay you something.”

“Tell you what, she began, what were you going to pay at the college?”

“It would have been $60 a week for the dorm. And then the food plan would be extra.”

“So why don’t we say this. I’ll charge you $60 a week which will include all your food. Make me out a list every week. I shop on my day off which is usually Thursday. In return, you will be responsible for the pool—the chemicals, the filter, the daily straining, and once a week vacuuming.”

“Pool? What pool?”

“Oh, you didn’t know we have a pool?” Parker queried.

“No, I guess it never came up before. A pool...that’s awesome!”

At that, Parker got up and went over to a corner window, pulled up a shade, and said, "See?”

I got up and looked out. "Oh, that’s a nice one!”

“It’s above ground, but I liked it better than most of the in ground ones we looked at...and it was a lot less expensive. My ex-husband bought it and had it installed when we first moved in.”

“Yeah, see...it’s oval, has a redwood deck all the way around with privacy panels, and we have deck furniture under those green covers,” Parker explained with his hand on my shoulder.

“Because last year was his last year for summer camp, Mr. Wonderful here will be home all summer. It would be a big help if you could take him out sometimes on the days you’re off and generally keep an eye on him.”

“Right! Eyes on, hands off! Take him out to pee!” Helen said with a chuckle.

Ginny glared at Helen for a moment. “And with the right enticement, I’m sure Parker would help you with the pool duties to cut your time in half. Does that work for you?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Now, will the date you start that job interfere with the trip we’re planning?” Ginny asked.

“No, I don’t think so. He said employment would start on June 10th.”

“And your parents won’t be wondering what happened to you?”

“No, I'll just tell them. I think they’d rather have me working too. You know, keep me out of trouble. But at $20 an hour, they’d be thrilled.”

“Good. Then call your friend and tell him you have it sorted out. Then when school ends, you can just move your stuff here instead of back home.”

I tried to ignore the fact that Parker was nearly vibrating out of his seat from all of the exciting developments.

“Yeah, I’ll give him a call when I get back to campus. I have his number back at my room.”

“Well, Matthew, welcome to the family!” Helen pronounced.

“So are we all settled here?” Parker asked.

Ginny looked around and replied, "I think so. We all know what we’re each doing, right?”

Everyone shook their heads in the affirmative.

“Good, so can Matt and me play some video games now?”

“Sure, go ahead.

Now I didn’t know about the video games portion of the program, but it really didn’t matter. We went downstairs to his computer and he pointed for me to sit in his usual high back comfy chair. He asked, "Have you ever used a joystick before?"

Sure, not a lot though.

Well, I’m good with a joystick.

He kneeled at the foot of my chair and very quickly my pants were at my ankles.

And then Parker said,"Well, Matty boy, let’s see how good you can shoot."

Parker was good at many things, but he was truly gifted with his mouth. I guess all of the excitement upstairs got to him in other ways as well...and who was I to refuse an adorable boy from having his dessert...especially when Parker was the boy and I was his dessert. He had previous "best of" video games of his saved and let them play filling the room with video game sounds while he made quick work of me. And suddenly dessert was served.

As I have already alluded to, Parker was unbelievable at giving blow jobs. He didn't just give a blow job. Not this boy. He made love to my manhood. He'd kiss it, lick it, caress it, smack his face with it, stroke it, fill his mouth with it, and swirl his tongue around and around the head. Eventually he'd take it down his throat and somehow suppress his gag reflex and periodically move it back into his mouth while he would take a breath. All without his teeth making contact with my Johnson. The suction would increase and his involuntary choking sounds would follow which were usually enough to get me off. And then I could feel my balls empty big time into him. It was the perfect blow job. A perfect 10 every time.

Well, this certainly had become a productive visit. My summer was clearly shaping up. I could accept a primo summer job, I had a place to live for the summer, I’d be with Parker all summer (we were both silently stressing about the impending summer separation), I’d have a pool at my disposal, and I was invited to Disney World FOR FREE!

Of course, Ginny was getting something out of it too. Mainly someone was going to be around for Parker while she was at work. Not that he needed baby sitting at age 18, it was more that without school and schoolwork to fill up his days, any 18-year-old can go astray...booze, drugs, and juvenile crime always go hand in hand during the summer months. Ginny figured if I kept Parker occupied with outings and...ahem...other activities, then he would be safe and free from arrest during the summer. Parker had never been arrested, but some of his friends had, so Ginny wanted things to stay that way. Thinking about Parker as a juvenile delinquent was funny to me, but I guess that is a mother’s biggest fear. And now I was her insurance policy.

Of course, Parker was being relieved of pool duty...but I heard through the grapevine that he wasn’t too good at it. Though I think it was more an issue of motivation.

But now I knew how to motivate this boy. And I'd have all summer to practice.