Chapter 5: Wednesday – Breaking in the New Guy

The crew arrived the next morning at 7:30 AM like nothing had happened.

They parked their trucks, unloaded tools, and started setting up around the deck with minimal conversation. No one mentioned yesterday. No one looked Jack in the eye when he stepped out onto the porch in his tiny white shorts again, barefoot, buzzed blond hair still slightly messy from sleep.

The guilt and shame hung thick in the morning air. Yesterday they had gangbanged the nineteen-year-old homeowner’s son in his own living room. The fear of repercussions was real---losing the job, getting sued, maybe even worse if word ever got back to the homeowner. Marco grunted a simple “Morning” as he walked past. Big Tommy just nodded. Derek looked particularly ashamed, staring hard at the ground. Ryan was quiet for once.

Jack stood there for a moment, watching them. Then he smiled softly and went back inside, leaving the sliding glass door wide open.

For the first two hours, they actually tried to work. Hammers banged. Saws whined. But the tension was obvious. Every few minutes one of them would glance toward the house, half-terrified and half-hoping Jack would appear again.

Around 10 AM, Jack came back out with a tray of cold drinks. He moved between them slowly, offering bottles, bending over just enough that the tiny shorts rode up.

“You guys were working so hard again,” he said sweetly, voice gentle. “I brought lemonade.”

Marco took a bottle but didn’t meet his eyes. “Thanks,” he muttered.

Ryan shifted uncomfortably, his cock already half-hard in his work pants. “Yeah ... thanks.”

The new guy on the crew today was Ethan---20 years old, just a year older than Jack. He was leaner than the others, athletic, with short brown hair and a clean-shaven face. He was the boss’s nephew, brought on for extra help. He had heard nothing about yesterday, and when he saw Jack in those shorts, his face twisted in visible disgust.