Back...And Forth. Back...And Forth. Jack's ass wiggled as he climbed the stairs back to Earl's office. He was hosed off but still gritty. His feet picked up some dirt and grime off the basement floor as he made it to the top of the stairs.
He paused to spread his toes and scrape off the grime a bit and Earl turned and paused.
"Ha. I wouldn't worry too much about that Jack. I have a feeling that you will be more 'soiled" as the night goes on."
As he nodded to Jack, he caught him with what looked like a smile starting on his face.
* * *
Jack was smiling. This was the closest Jack had every come to being an exhibitionist. Truth be told he was excited about the sex. But he was also excited about being so exposed. He was getting hard thinking about being the center of all the attention.
He could feel the apron press against his hardening cock. He could feel the blast from the air conditioning caress and cool his naked ass.
Jack followed Earl through the center office and toward a connecting door to the kitchen. Earl turned and paused t the door, brushing the front of Jack's apron with his strong hands as he turned.
"Best wait here a moment Jack," Earl offered. "I like to set the mood before I introduce the new help."
Jack waited with bated breath as he watch Earl disappear through the kitchen. He caught sight of him again as he appeared on the security camera monitors as he made a grand entrance on the deck.
Earl was making large arm gestures to the group of men who were enjoying their ribs and beer. They in turn were yelling, slamming down beer mugs, and generally approving of whatever
Earl was saying and likely selling.
Earl made some small hand gestures. He touched his pointer finger to his thumb as if to say "choice" or "perfect" and the men again, yelled with delight.
For half a moment, Jack thought maybe Earl was referencing the rib recipe to his customers.
That was until Earl acted out having Jack over the barrel and fucking him in his virgin ass.
"Right. Of course." thought Jack.
As the men saw this they stamped their feet, yelled again and a few even slapped the table or their knees in approval. One, who looked like a local deputy, even got up and gave old Earl a high five.
Earl was all smiles. HE WAS LOVING the moment like a ring master in a circus. Jack even caught himself smiling. He was nervously shifting side to side, foot to foot, as he recalled being bent over the barrels, and having his cheeks parted and ass filled by Earl's big cock.
He bit his lip nervously and rubbed his cock through his small apron.
The moment passed as Earl clapped his hands together, shook a few hands and turned out of view to enter the kitchen to apparently go and fetch Jack.
Jack broke his gaze with the monitor only to turn to another and see Katie in the front room. He saw very clearly how she once again bent down to scoop up more peanut shells in front of another customer. She didn't even bother to hide the game this time as she showed off her pussy lips to to the very pleased trucker.The trucker licked his lips and adjusted his crotch as he watched Katie take a very long time to resume as standing position.
"Bitch" thought Jack.
But he didn't have too much time to dwell as Earl entered the room again with a huge grin on his face.
"Ready?" Earl asked.
"To get bent over the barrels again Earl?"
Earl didn't miss a beat.
"Maybe later. But it's time to make your entrance and meet the guys!"
Earl pulled a long orange napkin from a box. "Tun around Jack."
"What? Why?"
"I'm gonna blind fold you. It'll make it more exciting for you and my customers."
Jack turned, exposing his tight naked ass again to Earl. Earl reached over and tied the napkin around Jack's eyes so he could only see the floor, much like he experienced with his own shirt in the basement.
When he finished tying and looked down appreciating Jack's body again.
"Mmmmm." Earl moaned. "Glad I got to have you before they did."
With that, he slapped Jacks naked ass and spun him around.
"Here we go," Earl said and took Jack by the hand into the kitchen and out to the back deck.
* * *
Daylight was fading but Jack could still feel the light on his body.
As soon as Earl brought him into view he could smell the beer, the sweat, the lust, and lots of bar-b-cue sauce.
Jack was greeted by cheers and lots of "Hey Now! and Earl found a good one!"
"Come on over Jack" Earl gently ordered. "How's about you let them take a look at 'cha."
"Step on up on the bench, son. Don't be shy."
Jack tried not to smile. Jack tried to keep his cock hidden beneath the apron. What the fuck had he gotten himself into?
He did as ordered and stepped carefully onto the picnic table bench with Earl guiding him.
"Give them a little turn! Earl shouted. Jack gingerly pivoted in a small circle atop the bench.
He could feel the rush of air from the ceiling fans cascade down his exposed body.
More cheers. More clapping and stomping.
"You boys feel free to get acquainted with my new host" Earl offered.
With that, Jack could feel the steamy humid air shift around him as the body heat of the men drew near. Then he felt the hands.
Tentative at first, and just the one to start, but quickly another and another. Jack was being groped, touched, studied, and molested by a room full of drunken horny strangers.
One rather rough hand found his nipple and massaged him there causing Jack to utter a soft
"Oh."
