Miami: Jobs Hunting and Giving

Miami - Jobs Hunting and Giving

Gene and I took a bus trip to Miami to spend the summer between our junior and senior years with Gene’s brother Don and his roommate Joe.

The summer became a whole lot more fun than we had ever dreamed. 

Gene’s brother was about three years older than Gene and both he and Joe worked as cabana boys at a swank Miami Beach hotel. They were very cool and they were determined to show us the time of our lives. They made us feel totally at home sharing their apartment.

After only our first day there we had gotten a nice booze buzz, were introduced to some neighborly girls, and I even got to know Joe really well, really, really well, and this was only day one.

That night, after Joe and I had our "discussion" where I really got to know him, I crawled into bed with Gene trying to not disturb him. He continued snoring softly and I noticed a nice tent in the sheet. I soon joined him dozing off gazing at the tent and had dreams of Joe’s cock dancing in my throat.

"Happy Birthday to little brother, happy birthday to little brother now wake up, wake up! Time to find a job you fuckin’ free-loaders." Don was banging on a soup pot with a big spoon.

"Ok, ok, jeez Don, give us a break." can’t we vacation a little first?" Gene was sitting on the bed holding his head.

My head was throbbing too and my lips were sticky from Joe’s cum all over my face. "Oh yeah, happy birthday Gene," I groaned, "I forgot in all this travel and stuff. But I’m 18 years and one month old and you’re just 18. I’ll always be your daddy and the one you have to respect." 
Gene hopped out of bed his t-shirt poking out from his stomach. "Fuck you. How’s that for respect you old fuck." Gene grinned and winced putting his hands back to his head.

Joe staggered past the bedroom door heading for the kitchen.
"Happy birthday Gene," Joe said then announced "Just coffee this morning guys, nothing fancy birthday or not. My head’s splitting apart"
Don didn’t seem to have much of a hangover and was bright and chipper and acted chippier just to piss us off.

Joe slid a cup of coffee under my nose; "Here’s something to help clear your head Mark. You’re a good kid." Joe ruffled my hair and smiled.

I let my head drop to the cup and slurped up some strong black coffee. Joe had floated just a little rum on top.

"Hey, I’m a good kid too Joe" Gene protested wanting a cup badly.

"Yeah, you’re both good kids. But I like Mark. When I got home last night he just sat and let me unload. Fuckin’ bitch stiffed me and he calmed me down."

"I didn’t hear anyone talking, you guys, gee maybe your booze confused you." Don said teasing, "usually conversation will wake me up. I do remember vaguely hearing what sounded like a big, bad, scary dream. Lots of moaning and groaning. Maybe like DT’s. Huh?" He raised an eyebrow to no one in particular and laughed.

"Oh that was me. I had an awful dream" trying to get everyone off the subject. What Joe and I did last night was private and I was just helping him out. It wasn’t something I wanted everyone discussing.
We finished our coffee and Don was giving us instructions.

"Take bus 51, it’ll take you the pier. Get off at pier 27. That’s where a lot of fishing boats tender. There’s always day-work there. We’ll see you tonight, there may be a birthday present waiting for you when you get home".

Gene and I headed down to the bus stop on Biscayne Blvd.
Don watched the boys walk to the bus stop.

"Before we go down to the hotel I gotta get one of the girls’ couches." he complained, "My back’s killing me sleeping on your fuckin’ hard-ass floor." 

Joe and Don headed up the hall to Dawn’s apartment, "Yo, Dawn, you there?" Joe yelled in the screen.

"Yeah I hear yer wailin’, so waddya need now?"" Dixie her roommate came to the door grinning.

"I need to borrow a couch to sleep on, Dixie, you little sweetie, Dawn said I could I use the one in the spare room. Might be for the whole summer though." Don was bending his back trying to work out the kinks.

"Don’t give me that sweetie shit, but, c’mon in y’all can use it long as you want. It’s kinda small, almost like a loveseat but you’re welcome to it if you want. Might need to scrub off some pecker tracks though. We let friends use it some nights after the bar closes."

"No problem, anything would be better than sleeping on that floor. Got anything I can take for this backache? You or Dawn? A val or something?"

"Naw, I took the last of them. I do have something that’d turn that back loose every which-a way but inside-out but it’d take, oh, ‘bout and hour and half I figure." She winked at Don.

"I’ll take a raincheck, but it is my little brother’s birthday. Think you could come up with a birthday gift for him, maybe give his back a treatment?" 

Joe and Don lugged the old couch over to Joe’s room. "I’ll scrub it tonight, Joe, let’s get over to the beach before we get fired".

The bus was bouncing like crazy causing Gene’s and my head to pound while our dicks couldn’t help but get stiff from the motion. 

"Jeez, I wish we’d get to the damn stop. This is killing me." Gene complained.

Finally the stop Don told us about came and we got off to a couple of smiles from some old leering men staring at the bulges in our cut-offs..

Gene and I headed to the pier and trudged from one end to the other asking if anyone needed a boat cleaned or any odd jobs done. 

"Summer’s hot and business is slow right now kids, come back in a month or two. That’s when things really pick up." 

That was pretty much the message from every boat we found people on.
The long rows of huge white yachts which always had a nearly naked girl sprawled on the deck sunning were a totally new experience for us. Mixed in were commercial fishing boats with men folding nets and rolling up large ropes.

"Man, this’d be the life, wouldn’t it Gene?" Most of the girls were topless and really great looking.

Gene just grinned dreamily while staring at one with huge tits.

We didn’t find a job but we did manage to get a nice bright-red sunburn. It wasn’t even two in the afternoon but we had to head back to the apartment or we’d be cinderized.

Hot, sweaty and discouraged we tramped up the steps to the apartment.

"Oh you kids really got it today. Ouch. C’mon in and let ole’ Dawn get some aloe on that skin."

We went into her apartment. It was dim and felt much cooler than Don and Joe’s. A big fan stood in front of a window stirring up a strong breeze. Dixie was sprawled on the couch
"Hi boys, Don told me you guys were visiting for the summer" she said as we followed Dawn into the room. "They got a good bloom goin’. They’s gonna be hurtin’ tonight. I’m Dix. That’s what the guys call me, short for Dixie. Texas girl y’all. Which one o’ you cuties is havin’ his big 18 today?"