Collecting On Account

Friday evening, 6:35 pm

Before leaving The Older Gentleman’s home, Collins asked to use his phone. He needed to check in on his next client to be sure it was OK to stop by. He couldn’t just show up so late.

Henrik answered the phone and happily reassured Collins that everything was fine. He knew that sometimes things get waylaid. He was relaxing at home after his workweek. “So your timing is perfect. I’ll leave the back door open. Park back there and come right in. You know where I’ll be.”

“Thanks, Henrik. I’ll see you in ten minutes.” Collins hung up and headed out. He didn’t bother with a second goodbye to The Older Gentleman and his son. They knew he was on his way out.

Henrik was on the County Planning Board. He had been Town Manager for some years as well. As a younger man, he had a small construction business. But as the town grew he gladly let the competition take that business, giving him the opportunity to get into community service and politics.

He and his wife, of forty-some years, lived in the same house their entire marriage. It was a modest bungalow, decorated expertly by his wife who had impeccable taste. It was she who had hired Collins years ago to clean up the overgrown yard. Slowly, and with Collins’ help, she created a hedge trimmed yard with several tall, groomed trees as well as a beautiful rose garden. Collins loved working it as the rose fragrance was like none other.

Lately, Collins’ men did more and more of the work at Henrik’s home. Mildred, his wife, had developed severe arthritis. She still worked a bit outside, but not to the extent she used to. She did, however, walk the yard with Collins every other week to be sure everything was as she expected it. Collins never minded. He appreciated folks’ love of their properties and he, and the men, did their best to live up to their high expectations.

This older part of town had alleys behind the houses. He loved that about this town. There were no visible driveways or garages. Everything was around back. It also meant that all services, like trash collection, electric, and phone, etc., accessed the homes from the alley as well.

He turned down the alley and drove slowly to Henrik’s garage. He parked and let himself into the backyard by the gate in the fence. He walked up to the back porch and let himself into the house. Before getting into the kitchen, there was a small laundry and mudroom on the left. Henrik’s “study” on the right. He knocked on that door, letting Henrik know he was here before entering.

When he entered Collins was greeting by Henrik’s smiling face. He had a ruddy complexion that always reddened a bit more with a cocktail. Raising said cocktail to his guest, Henrik welcomed Collins, “So good to see you, Collins. It’s been a while hasn’t it?”

Collins smiled. It was Henrik’s usual comment. Yet Collins came to collect on his account the same time every month, always every four weeks. But he politely answered, “It’s good to see you too, Henrik. You’re looking great and more relaxed than I expected after your busy week.”

“It has been a week hasn’t it, Collins?” Henrik motioned him to come further in and close the door. “I’m sure you’ve been reading the paper about the ruckus they’re making about the River Road clean up east of town.” He shook his head and finished off his cocktail. “We’re not talking about all that tonight, now are we?”

Collins smiled and reassured him, “No, sir, we are not.”

Henrik handed him an iced glass of whiskey and said, “Here’s to ya!”

“Skoal!” Collins clinked his glass to the one in Henrik’s outstretched hand, then took a big gulp.

Collins sat on the overstuffed chair to the side of Henrik’s desk. The two men made small talk about nothing of importance until their glasses were empty. Henrik stood and took Collins' glass from him and poured them both another round. After he handed Collins his glass, he walked to the door and firmly closed it tight. He stood facing it for a moment longer than necessary. Collins wondered what that was all about until Henrik turned back to face him.

Henrik had undone his pants and pulled free his thick, red, fully erect piece of meat. Feeling a little light-headed after a stiff drink on an empty stomach, he grinned over at Henrik’s smiling face, set his drink down, and got ready to go to it.

Henrik walked over to Collins, pointing his erection at the other man’s hand. Collins gently grabbed hold of it. Then tightened his grip on the hot and rigid phallus, stroking it slowly. Henrik started to walk back to his chair behind the desk, holding Collins’ hand in place so he wouldn’t let go of him as they walked.

Collins walked backward to the chair and sat. Still stroking Henrik’s over-sized dick, he looked up and smiled as Henrik walked closer. His cock was directly in front of Collins now. He nodded down to him and said, “I been waiting all day for that mouth of yours, boy.” Collins knew what to do and he began.

After slobbering all over that thick cock, Collins started to focus on sucking the bulbous knob. That lasted only a minute when Henrik pulled away and said, “Trade places with you. I’ve gotta sit down before my legs give way.” They both chuckled as Henrik replaced Collins in his seat. Then Collins knelt down in front of him.

Henrik pointed to the well in the middle of the desk where the chair was meant to tuck in. Collins moved himself around and crawled backward, squeezing into the opening, then backed himself in so his face would be right where Henrik needed it to be. Henrik opened his pants at the waist and pulled up his dress shirt, making things more comfortable knowing Collins’ cocksucking would get more intense. Then he pulled his chair closer, under his desk.

Collins never analyzed his thoughts about Henrik, but for some reason, he liked servicing him, better than most of his other clients. There was something about his personality, his openness, his humor, and, he had to admit, he loved this cock of his. It was a challenge. About nine inches in length and a beer can thick shaft. His knob bulged out wider than his girth and continually leaked his juice that Collins slavered up and savored.

Collins had been taking his time knowing Henrik was never in a hurry. He simply sat back and drank his whiskeys. Collins heard ice rattling and knew it was time for Henrik to pour himself another. As he heard the liquor pour into his tumbler, there was a knock on the door. “Dad? You home?” called a deep male voice.

“Sure thing Hans. Come on in,” Henrik called out in response.

He reached down and held Collins' head firmly against his crotch, signally for Collins not to stop what he was doing.

“Just getting home now?” asked Henrik.

“Yeah. We worked for about four hours of overtime today. Had to make up for the rain on Wednesday,” Hans explained.

Pointing over to the bookcase on his left, Henrik told Hans, “Have a beer if you want. There’s plenty in the frig there.”

Collins heard noises and a bottle cap pop off. He knew Hans was sitting where he had just sat. Trying not to worry, he lifted his mouth off Henrik’s wet prick and started sucking on his knob, knowing that drove him crazy. In response, Henrik pulled his chair up closer and rested his arms on the top of the desk.

Hans and Henrik began shooting the shit talking about their week, then about their weekend plans, then about nothing in particular. Collins couldn’t believe Henrik sat so calmly sipping his drink, chatting with his unsuspecting son, while his dick was going in and out of another man’s mouth.

‘I gotta step this up,; Collins thought, ‘I can’t stay down here all night.’ So he let the intensity grown more and more. He used every skill he had in his arsenal of tricks to make a guy explode. After only a minute or two of this treatment, Henrik began to pant heavily, though it seemed Hans didn’t notice. Collins pulled on Henrik’s balls as they pulled up tighter to his body, giving Collins the signal he was hoping for.

“Oh my god,” Henrik cried.

“Dad?” Now Hans was noticing something. “Are you all right?”

“God yes!” exclaimed Henrik. “I just remembered I have a call to make that I forgot about. Would you mind...” Henrik made a shooing motion. “I gotta get this done. Now! Oh god yes, I have to make that call now. Right now!”

“Gotcha Dad. See ya later.”

Collins heard the door close. Then his head was pulled tightly into Henrik’s lap as the man finally unloaded several days’ built up seed. Gulping it down as fast as he could muster, Collins tried not to laugh out loud given what had just happened.

When his head was finally released, Collins burst out howling laughing. Henrik joined in, laughing even louder. They both stood, straightened themselves out, and continued to giggle. One last quick shot of whiskey and they called it a night.

***************

Collins walked out back and started toward his truck, when he heard, “Hey Collins! I didn’t know you were here.”

“Oh,” Collins turned, grinning at the young man who called his man and said, “Oh, hey there. I just stopped by to get a check from your Dad. You know for...” He waved his hands around the lawn and garden.

Hans nodded back and said, “Oh yeah right. It’s the end of the month again.”

“That it is,” said Collins nodding back repeatedly.

Hans walked over to Collins, getting very close, and said, “You know, about the other day..”

Collins had no idea what he was talking about but decided to pretend he did and said slowly, “Yeah?”

Hans looked around and over his shoulder, to see if there was anyone about, then leaned in and whispered confidentially, “I never did anything like that before, you know?” He looked down at his boots. His face colored a bright red Collins rarely saw.

Still no clue as to what Hans was talking about, but Collins went along with it as if he did. “Did you like it?” Collins asked.

Still looking at his feet, Hans nodded. After a moment’s pause, he raised his head and added very quickly with more animation than Collins had ever seen from the young man. “They started up before I even knew what was going on. The next thing I know, they surrounded me, pulled my pants down, and were all feeling and pulling and pinching me. I was really scared. But then, oh my god, then, when he started in on me.”

Hans looked so earnest as his eyes glossed over recalling what had happened to him. After a breath, he continued on, just as fast, with all his sentences running on into each other. “He pulled my underwear down and tugged on my peter and before I knew it he stuck it in his mouth and started sucking on me, yeah sucking on me! I had never even heard anything about something like that. I was so scared! But it felt so good and… Well, at first, I tried to pull out and shove him away and holler at him for doing it. But then, it really started to feel good... and the other guys were all hooting and calling me something or other… I wasn’t even paying attention to them anymore because my peter was in a hot mouth and he was doing stuff to me I had never had done to me before. And then, oh my god, then… I squirted and squirted and squirted like I never squirted before and RIGHT IN HIS MOUTH!”

Collins worked hard to remain serious because that’s what Hans needed right now, but he knew his cheeks were bleeding from him biting them so hard.

“So what’s the problem?” Collins asked.

Hans's eye’s bugged right out of his head. He was astonished at Collins’ question. He gaped at Collins not knowing what to say to that question.

“You did like it, I take it?” Collins asked.

Hans nodded. Then he said softly and slowly looking into Collins' eyes, “But I was so scared cuz you saw me. There I was, pants down and peter hard and wet from just squirting off. I thought for sure you’d tell my Dad. Or yell at me or something, I don’t know.”

‘Oh, now I remember,’ thought Collins. ‘He’s part of Willie’s construction crew. Well, he sure is going to get a lot more of that than he expected.’

Willie was in charge of a crew of about six men who did all the road repairs and other projects for the county. Collins knew that after work, especially at the end of the week, he and the boys would get to playing around before they headed home to the wife and kids. Earlier, Willie had seen Collins in the neighborhood where they were finishing up for the day and invited him to join in. So he did. Those guys were always fun.

“Why would I tell anyone? Least of all your Dad?” asked Collins. When Hans didn’t answer, Collins went on to reassure Hans. “You know, that stuff happens all the time. Men get horny and all the tension that builds up. It’s so much easier to let off steam with the guys than the wives or girlfriends. Women make things way too complicated.” Collins patted Hans on the shoulder and reassured him, “Think nothing of it. I certainly don’t. And believe me, me and all the men can keep a secret.”

Hans let out a deep breath and his coloring slowly returned to normal. Collins patted him on the back and asked one more time just to be sure, “And you liked it, right?” Hans, even more red-faced, grinned and nodded. “Well, there you go. Enjoy yourself even more next time!”

Collins turned toward the gate leaving Hans a bit speechless. He opened the gate and called over his shoulder, “See you ‘round bud!”

When the gate closed, Collins burst out laughing all over again. Hans had to be the guy who rushed out of the trailer. Collins had never seen his face just a blur buzzing by him and out the door.

Then Collins had a thought. ‘What would Hans have to say if he knew I just did those same things to his father, back there in his Dad’s office, while he was standing there chatting away?’ Collins chuckled, laughed, then howled all the way home.