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Summer Yard Work

I stood in front of the mirror and smiled. I liked what I saw. I had almost reached my full height and was filling out nicely thanks to my daily visits to the gym. I looked down at my chest. Smooth. A swimmer’s build. I examined the few hairs around my stomach and the more abundant ones down my legs. They were long and sturdy and covered with a fine, soft blond nap. For just a moment, I felt a twinge of guilt as I admired my looks but quickly suppressed it. I had been attracting the looks of both boys and girls in my class and liked the thrill those looks gave me. It was summer, my favorite season. It was also the time when I worked as a gardener and grounds keeper for several houses in the neighborhood.

I had just graduated from grade 12 and once again I was back at my summer job earning money for university. Over the past three summers I had built up a reasonably decent list of regular clients and was now making pretty good money, mostly under the table since almost everybody paid him in cash. Some with great tips.

The work was nothing too exciting: I just went from one house to the next looking after their yards: mowing, raking, weeding, trimming hedges and other greenery-whatever they needed. Some yards were pretty simple with not much more to do than mow and edge the sidewalk. Other places had pushed me to learn a lot about plants with exotic plants needing specific pruning and other care. The work was good for my body too and kept me well toned. What I really enjoyed though was that it allowed me to spend my time out in the sun enjoying the hot summer weather. I quickly had a deep tan since working spending all his time stripped down to a pair of cut-offs and old sandals.

There was, of course, Mrs. Neely, a crotchety, cantankerous old woman who watched me every minute of my workday like a vulture watching for its meal to die. Day after day, Mrs. Neely tried to find fault with my work. Frustrated and angry, she rarely found any. I looked at the time. I didn’t want to be late. I had a new customer, a certain Paul Schultz. All I knew was that Mr. Schultz lived alone. Was Paul Schultz a bachelor, a widower, or separated? Was he young or old? I quickly pulled on my tank top and winced with pain. I had forgotten to put sun block on the back of my neck and it was red. I quickly smeared the sun block on my back, face, arms and legs and left the room.

Paul Schultz was young, probably in his middle thirties and was just a bit taller than I. Too often I had to lean down to talk to people. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a loose fitting tank top. I guessed him to be about ten years older than me. While I have very little hair on my body but quite a lot on my legs, Paul Schultz was the exact opposite. From his tank top sprouted an even coating of chestnut hair that matched his head. He had solid muscled legs with well-defined curves. I’d fooled around with guys my age before, but something inside me twitched: this wasn’t just another guy. This was a solid man!

“Right on time”, said Paul Schultz inviting me into the house. “I like that. You come highly recommended, you know. Please don’t disappoint me.”

“No, Sir.” Paul Schultz grinned.

“Tell me about yourself.”

The two of us talked for a while saying all the right things, revealing nothing. The rich baritone of his voice just made me melt and it was all I could do to pay attention to what he was saying.

“Come with me,” Paul Schultz suddenly interrupted catching me by surprise.

“Where are we going, Sir?”

“Out back. To the shed.”

My heart skipped a beat, and the reaction showed. “That’s where the lawn mower is kept. What did you think?” The smile was infectious. I liked it.

“Nothing, Sir? A reflex reaction. It meant nothing.”

As we walked, Paul Schultz casually placed his hand on my back. I winced and moved away.

“Sorry, Sir. Sunburn.”

“Ah, the bane of the blond, fair skinned. Never fails. The first step to a beautiful golden tan.”

I blinked.

We came to the shed and Paul Schultz handed me a key.

“Keep it. There’s a copy in my office,” he said pointing toward the second floor window. “Use this key whenever you come here. Try not to lose it. I won’t always be here to help you out with the spare.”

“No. Sir.”

“And you can drop the “Sir”. My name is Paul.”

“Yes, Sir….Paul.”

“I would like you here every Monday. Eight a.m.” he said then left me to my work. He walked back to the house, went in, closed the door and went upstairs to his office. I finished the job, put the mower away and locked the shed door. I stood waiting in case Paul had further instructions for me.

Time passed. Ten minutes later, I decided Paul was not going to show up. I climbed into my car and drove home.

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Back in my room, I emptied the contents of my pockets-a few coins, two five-dollar bills and the key Paul had given him. I placed it along side the rest, then quickly undressed and walked into the shower.

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I walked out of the shower toweling my hair dry. I reached out for the key, held it between his thumb and forefinger, gripping it tighter and tighter. The muscles in my jaw flexed. My breath came faster and faster. I saw nothing else of what was around me. Thoughts I had never permitted myself to have became my only desire. Caution and the consequences of what I was thinking vanished.

In that instant, my only want, my only need, my only desire was what that key might open. Nothing else had any significance. The image of Paul Schultz filled my mind.

And then it passed.

The world came rushing back to me. My mind cleared. The leaves of the nearby tree fluttered in the light summer wind. I realized I was still naked and still wet from the shower.

Over the next week, I drove by the Schultz house every day. There was no reason for these drive bys since they more often than not took me out of my way. Twice, I simply U-turned at the end of the street and drove back. My true destination was in completely the opposite direction. At no time did I catch a glimpse of Paul Schultz.

The morning I was to work at Paul Schultz’s house, I got up early, showered and picked out the outfit I was to wear. I chose a pair of snug, very short cutoffs. I slipped into them, wearing nothing but a thong under them, tucked myself in carefully, and examined the result in the mirror.

True exhibitionist, I liked the results. The pants set off my chest and legs perfectly. To my constant surprise, my legs always attracted compliments. They were, after all, only legs! I closed my eyes. I let my hand drop and began slowly caressing the fine blond nap that covered them. I felt a pleasurable hardness against the pants and stopped, satisfied that all was well. That, with any luck, my plan would work. Next came the shirt. I slipped on a white mesh tank top. The final result was, I must admit, spectacular.

I reached the house and went straight to the shed get the lawn mower. Then I heard it. The sound of someone swimming.

Curious, I walked quietly toward the back patio. Paul Schultz was swimming laps. As I reached the wall, Paul turned and swam away. I stood in the shadows close to the wall and watched his slow, steady strokes. Paul turned to swim back. I stepped out of my hiding place and waited in full view.

“Ah, my gardener is back,” said Paul leaning against the edge of the pool. He reached over and checked his watch. “And, once again, on time, I see.”

He jumped out of the pool and stood in front of me dripping water wearing a black bikini swimsuit that showed off his hard toned body to perfection. “Do you swim, Evan?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Paul offered his hand in invitation.

“The grass, Sir.”

“What about it?”

“Nothing.” I took Paul’s hand. It felt cool and wet.

Without letting go of my hand, Paul took a step forward.

“How’s the sunburn?” he whispered hoarsely into my ear, hooking his free hand against the back of my neck.

“Better.”

Our lips met. I felt his lips on mine, and his tongue move serpentlike into my mouth. I felt his fingers connect with my hip and his hand slide down my side as he pulled me closer. My brain had completely disconnected from my mouth leaving me completely speechless. His kiss became passionate with our tongues dancing together as I dropped my clippers to the ground and let my arms reach around his muscled frame. We stayed with our mouths locked together for what seemed an eternity as our hands explored each other’s bodies. His flesh was so firm, wrapped tightly around each curve of his muscles and radiating the powerful heat of the summer day. Finally he broke away and grabbing my hand he led me over to the showerhead near the patio.

“Evan, I’m going to make you feel so good!” His voice was now much lower than normal. He turned the taps on with one hand while still holding me with the other, then slipping his thumbs into my cutoffs he slowly peeled them away from my skin and let them drop to the ground. I stood under the water’s spray wearing nothing but my sports thong. He looked at it for a moment then let out a slow “Ooooh.” as he reached inside and grasped my dick straining at its confines.

With the other hand he pulled the elastic waistband down kneeling as he did so. While his hand continued to guide it down, he prompted me to step out of it as his lips slipped around my shaft now proudly standing straight out at attention encased by the moist wet heat of this hunk’s mouth.

I felt myself groan in ecstasy as he worked my meat in and out while his hands ran all over my legs. The things he did with his tongue were giving me sensations I’d never felt before. Then suddenly he thrust his face forward and I felt the head of my dick ram down his throat. At that moment I thought my whole body was going to explode. He held it there for a moment before pulling back and diving into it once again. He did this several more times, and I just knew I’d come very soon. But suddenly he stopped.

Paul stood up and wrapping his arms around me planted his lips on mine while his tongue once again buried itself inside my mouth. I took this opportunity to grasp his swimsuit and pull down. His rod immediately snapped forward against my belly and he pulled closer so that both of our shafts were tightly pressed between our bodies. In this position we explored each other’s body again for a few minutes. Then Paul reached his arms around my waist and lifted me off the ground. Instinctively I lifted my legs wrapping them around his hips and we continued to kiss as he turned and walked to the patio lounge chair. Slowly he lowered me onto it then slid down as my legs uncurled.

Turning himself around he slid onto the lounge beside me with his thick meat directly in front of my face. Eagerly I turned on my side and devoured its steely firmness into my mouth as I felt him doing the same with me. For several minutes we lay side-by-side facing each other eagerly devouring the meat before us, all the while letting our hands explore. I felt Paul’s hands kneading my ass as he explored every inch of its meaty cheeks. His fingers rubbed back and forth over my pink hole sending sharp sudden thrilling jolts though my body with each pass. I let his shaft loose from my lips and moved on to his large loose sack with its two round orbs. He obviously did a very thorough job of shaving because I didn’t find a single hair as I sucked first one, then the other ball into my mouth. With the size of them, I definitely had a mouthful. As I rolled them around in my mouth savoring the flesh and his fresh, clean man-scent I felt a moistened finger prying its way inside of me. I heard myself unconsciously let out a long slow groan as digit made its entrance and slid up inside of me. The feeling was beyond belief. Partly it was the skill with which Paul was moving the finger, reaching it around to touch me in all the right places. Partly it was just that I had this hunk sucking my meat and fingering my hole.

Slowly Paul worked his finger in and out of my eager ass. My hole clenched and released itself around the probing finger as it felt its way around while his other hand kneaded my ass cheeks. The feeling of this was driving me crazy and made me suck deeper and harder on his eight-inch pole. Working it in and out of my mouth, I savored its taste, its feel, its smell. As Paul’s exploring hands and mouth pushed my desire, I instinctively aimed at something I had never done before. I concentrated my will, and thrust my face fully forward on the pole I was devouring. The feeling was both exhilarating and frightening as the head thrust its way down my throat sealing my airway with its size. I held it there for just a moment before I had to pull back, choking and gagging. Definitely not a class-A performance, but I was loving it and the way Paul’s dick was jerking around I knew he was too.

My sphincter clenched in disappointment as Paul slowly pulled his probing finger all the way out of my hole. I felt a sense of loss–the enjoyment had been incredible, and I wanted more. I was about to free my mouth so I could ask him to stick it back inside me when I felt it probing at the opening again. Ah, yes! And then I felt the muscle stretched further as a second finger joined it. With two fingers working their way inside of me, I felt my dick become even harder. Paul sensed it and began fucking my ass firmly with his fingers as his mouth sucked harder on its rock-solid contents. My entire body began shaking slightly and I started to moan in the throws of total ecstasy. My dick suddenly let loose with full force sending its white stream shooting out. Paul kept sucking and finger-fucking as I thrashed about in explosive orgasm. He allowed the cum to drip back out of his mouth and it ran down my leg. His sucking changed to licking, extending the orgasm and causing me to shake even more. Slowly I calmed as the moment ended, and concentrated on Paul’s dick more fully once again. After all, for what he’d just done to me he deserved the same! It didn’t take long–just a minute and Paul yanked his dick out of my mouth, and rapidly began fisting it just as wads of thick creamy cum shot onto my face.

We just lay still for several minutes more recovering our energy and letting our hands wander feeling firm warm flesh in the glow of great sex. Finally, getting up we stumbled the few yards back over to the shower and washed each other’s body all over. I retrieved the cutoffs I’d left near the gate then gathered my tools.

“I think I’m going to need you more frequently than just once a week,” he said pulling up his shorts.

“Oh–um–when do you think you’d want me to come back next?” I stammered.

“Are you busy tonight?” he responded and winked evilly.

I knew this would be an evening to remember.

Original version published in the June, 2001 issue of Freshmen. Written by Evan Teed. Edited by Richard.
?? Copyright 2000 by Evan Teed. Copyright renewed 2005. All rights reserved.