After sparring you rest. Pops tells you to hit the showers and you are quite thankful of a good warm shower. The feeling of the water hitting your shaved scalp is sensual and you enjoy it. It's actually getting a rise out of you. You look down at your seven inches of erect manhood and think, "What the fuck?" and start stroking it. You could swear that your cock is getting fatter and there's more hair on your legs and arms. There also seems to be more muscle on you, but that could just be the 'pumped up' effect. A half hour later, after you've satisfied yourself, Bull is pounding on the door.
"Hey Gus, stop poundin' your pud and let someone else use the can!" Bull says in a voice loud enough you're sure the entire house heard it.
You quickly dry off and wrap a towel around your waist. You grab your clothes and open the door.
Bull is a huge man, larger than Grizz with that same black hair that all the brothers seem to have. Bull's wider and taller than Grizz and he has a thick moustache that runs down either side of his chin and onto his neck. It seems he shaves every three days because there's lots of stubble on his face most of the time. Bull's standing a couple of feet from the door, massive muscular arms folded across his barreled chest. He fixes you with a, "I know what you've been doin' in there." look and grins.
"I know kid, it's the hormones. Hell, if you need to jerk it that bad you should go off in the woods like I did." Bull says and you blush from head to toe.
He moves toward you and says, "One side bro, I really gotta shit."
You move out of the way to let him by and head on into your room. You put on a clean pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, socks and a pair of worn black boots that Grizz scrounged up for you. The rest of your day will be spent helping Snake out in the stockroom of the store to work off the clothes. You reflect on the thought that you've never worked for anything. You've never had the typical 'kid jobs' like delivering papers or mowing lawns. You mentioned how insecure you felt about this and Snake dismissed your fears by saying, "There's nothin' to it. I'll show ya the ropes, you'll do fine."
You come down stairs and Pops is sitting in front of the TV with a beer and a cigar watching some old horror movie. He says, "Better hurry up, Gus. It's eleven thirty and you need to be at the store by noon. There's sandwich stuff in the fridge and Grizz has another shake waiting for you."
You go to the kitchen and find the makings for a ham and cheese sandwich. You wolf that down and polish off the shake and pass through the front room by Pops on your way out.
"You're sure settlin' in fast. Damn if you don't remind me of my kids at your age. Next best thing to havin' grand kids." Pops remarks as he looks you over.
You blush a bit at that and simply say, "Thanks". You head out for the store, thinking about your situation.
No one has ever treated you this way, like you belong. Your real family has always been detached. Like a collection of individuals too absorbed in themselves to notice anyone else. These guys talk at the dinner table, Hell they get rowdy at it, and they include you as though you were a kid brother or 'bro'. While Pops was sparring with you, his instruction was gruff, but it was also full of concern. He really seemed to want you to learn so you would be able to protect yourself.
You get to the store five minutes before noon and snake is waiting out back drinking a soda.
He hands you one as you walk up and checks his watch.
"Good man! Early to work. We'll get you started putting away that load that came this mornin'" Snake says and scratches at his goatee.
You look at the boxes with a bit of trepidation and Snake catches your look.
"Those boxes will put some muscle on you. A couple of years unloading trucks and you'll have some nice thick arms. Of course, once you work off your clothes you'll start getting paid. You're still under aged so this is part time and on the sly. Child labor laws and all, but you'll get paid fairly, I guarantee that." Snake says and finishes up his drink.
He pats you on the back and says, "Let's get to it!"
You walk into the storeroom and begin working. It's exciting and somewhat scary too, as most rites of passage are.