My father loves to keep the yard well maintained. He enjoys brining his coworkers and buddies home and showing it off. Naturally we have a grounds keeper. His name is Mr. Lynne. He is a pleasant older gentleman from Australia who I must admit does a very nice job. Still, one man can’t oversee everything. Dad liked to watch the men work and give instructions to them, but alas, he is a very busy man with his business.
Will left to go home to Belgium in early July. It had only been a few days but I missed him like crazy. I missed his shoulder length hair, his blue eyes, but most of all, his 12” cock.
Dad noticed my depressed state and told me that since my younger brother Aaron was mine now maybe I should oversee his work. That sounded to me like a good way to get over my depression of Will going back home. I planned to report to Mr. Lynne first thing in the morning to find out what Aaron’s jobs were.
I knocked on Mr. Lynne’s door bright and early that morning. “Good morning James,” he said as he opened the door.
“Good morning Mr. Lynne,” I replied. “Did Dad tell you that I will be your new assistant supervisor?”
“Yes, he called and told me last night. You will be supervising your brother correct?”
“Correct.”
“Aaron is working in the stable today. By the way, my son is coming and will be joining the two of you.”
This bit of information surprised me. I remembered hearing Mr. Lynne talking about his now 19-yr. old son. Supposedly when Mr. Lynne and his wife moved to the U.S.A their son Joe stayed behind in Australia. Too bad I had never seen a picture.
I went over to the stable and sat on a bench outside and waited for Aaron, who was 15 minutes late. After a few more minutes he came casually strolling up. He is 5’11 sandy blond hair and ocean blue eyes. He weighs about 150lbs and is very muscular due to the nature of his work.
His eyes widened when he caught site of me. Once he was close enough I slapped him hard across the face. “You are 20 minutes late!” I screamed at him.
“I, I’m sorry!” he stammered. “I slept in late is all.”
“Let’s just make sure it never happens again,” I said. “And if it does, you will get a whole lot worse than a slap.”
“I understand. Now what am I supposed to do?”
I looked down at the written instructions. “First you are to hose down all the horses, then you will fill their buckets with oats.”