He was back from college for the long summer vacation, and had called round to see if I might have any yard work for him. He'd been working on and off for me in the yard for a few years before he went away to college, and I knew that he was a hard worker. As he wanted to give his Mom some money towards rent and food whilst he was back home, I said that I was sure I could find him something to do. In fact, I'd had a few trees felled in the wood at the end of my property that had been diseased and in a bit of a dangerous state. I now wanted them chopped up, as they'd still be perfectly usable as firewood for the wood burner over the winter. "Sure, Mr. Hayward, I'd be up for that," he said. So the following day he turned up bright and early ready for work. I took him down to show him the felled trees, and the equipment I'd already put down there: a chain saw, hand saw, an axe and various other implements. "Have you used a chain saw before, kid?" I asked him. "Yeah sure, I know my way around one, sir, I've used one on my uncle's farm before, no problem," he replied with a grin. "Right then, I'll leave you to it kid, be careful and wear those safety goggles and gloves now, won't you?". "Yes, sir, my uncle always told me to make sure it was 'safety first'!"
I headed back to the house thinking how much the kid had matured since he'd been away at college. Even though he'd only been away a year, he'd certainly packed on the pounds in all the right places, and his face had become somehow much more sculptured. As I worked from home most of the time these days, I headed back to my den and opened up my laptop. About an hour later and needing a break, got a jug of lemonade out of the fridge and sliced up some coffee cake, and took them out onto the deck. Leaving them on the table, I wandered down to the bottom of my patch to see how the kid had been getting on. Now there was a sight for sore eyes - he'd clearly been putting the graft in, as his sweat-stained shirt was now draped over one of the stumps, and the kid was bent over picking up more of the logs he'd cut from the tree branches. Wow, he certainly had put muscle on in all the right places. His sweaty shirtless torso was glistening in the sun as he heaved the logs onto the pile he'd made. I couldn't help but notice how his lats flared as he bent down for another load, and his jeans had slipped slightly to reveal his butt crack. He appeared to be 'going commando' as fara s I could tell. "Nice tan line there, kid!" I joked.
"Oh, hi Mr. Hayward, I hadn't heard you coming," he replied, "sorry about that" as he stood whilst at the same time pulling his jeans back up a bit. "No need to be embarassed, kid, I've seen it all, first in the Army and then when I was a personal trainer. And anyway, if you've got it, flaunt it, as my Mom used to say!" The kid grinned at me quite confident in his own skin "I guess I've put a bit of muscle on since being away at college, sir, I'm on the gym team now." "It's certainly paying off, kid, though 'kid' is hardly appropriate now, I suppose." "I kinda like you still calling me that, sir, as nobody else does nowadays really" he beamed back, fixing his eyes on mine. For some reason it was me that started to feel a little uncomfortable, with his eyes locked on me. So changing the subject I said "I've poured some lemonade and there's some cake waiting on the deck if you could do with a break, kid?" "Great timing, sir, I needed to use the bathroom anyway, if that's OK, please?" "Of course it is, you know you don't have to ask." We both headed back up to the house, he wandered inside whilst I sat down on the deck and waited for him.
When he wandered back out and sat down I noticed he'd got splash marks all down one leg of his jeans. Seeing me notice it, he reddened slightly and stammered "Er, I er, I wasn't used to the tap, it rather sprayed everywhere when I tried to wash my hands, sir." "Feeble excuse!" I grinned, knowing full-well he wasn't the first person to be caught out by the water pressure in the bathroom. He smiled back in a shy, rather cute way, enough to melt a gallon tub of icecream. "Honest, sir, it was the faucet, I'm a better aim than that!" "Pleased to hear it, kid!". He reached into his jeans pocket to bring out a tissue and proceeded to try to dry some of the damp off his pants leg. I couldn't help but watch, although all I was focussed on was what was clearly a semi slung down the same pants leg, and which was only getting bigger as he rubbed the damp patch. He stopped rubbing, put the tissue back in his pocket and sat there, eyes on mine again. "Er, help yourself to lemonade and cake if you'd like some?" I sat there trying not to smirk, as he proceeded to gulp down his first glass of lemonade and poured himself another. Taking a piece of cake, he took a generous bite and it rather fell apart as he did so, disintegrating all over his chest. "Damn - oh, pardon my language, Mr. Hayward." "Don't worry kid, but don't let it go to waste." "Don't worry, sir, coffee cake's one of my favourites". He started to pick pieces of the cake off his chest and put them in his mouth, and if I hadn't seen it myself I might not have believed it. Quite without qualms, and right in front of me, he put two fingers in his mouth, wetted them with spit, and then started to pat them on all the crumbs covering his torso. Putting the crumbs in his mouth, he continued to hoover up the crumbs whilst giving me the odd sidelong glance as he did so. I couldn't stop watching him, and felt movement in my shorts - hell, watching the kid was giving me a hard-on. This would be embarassing if I didn't do something, so I crossed my legs and tried to distract myself. The kid had now quite effectively removed all of the crumbs, but then put his fingers back up to his mouth, spat on them and started to rub them over his left nipple. "Er, kid, what do you think you're doing?" I spluttered, my turn to go red in the face. "I thought you were enjoying the view, sir? At least your shorts look like you're enjoying watching!" "I think I'd better get back to work, kid", I muttered, and rose to leave.
"It's OK, Mr. Hayward, I started to notice you looking at me in a certain way last year before I went away to college, and it seems that you still like looking at me, don't you?" "Well, yes, you're now a fine figure of a man, kid, but hey, I'm twenty years older than you, and a friend of your Mom's, this really isn't appropriate." "What's inappropriate, sir? I've always rather liked you too, why do you think I kept coming round so often for work before going to college?" "I thought you were wanting to put some money away to help you through your studies?" "Well, that was part of the reason, sir, but I just liked to be here to spend time with you, too. I always enjoyed sitting on the deck with you like this and chatting during my breaks, perhaps more than you knew?" "Certainly more than I knew!" I blurted, "Look, we'd better stop here."
As I said that, I noticed that rather than drying off, the damp patch on his jeans was actually getting bigger. "Sorry, Mr. Hayward, I guess it isn't all water making my jeans damp after all." I can only describe the way he grinned at me as 'lascivious'. Then he ran his tongue over his lips and said brazenly "The cake was nice, but I'm still hungry - got any meat?" "Kid, come on, that is not at all appropriate!" "Oh, Mr. Hayward, I think we're on the same wavelength here - look at the tent in your shorts!" I'd been so focussed on him that I hadn't realised I was now sporting a full-on erection inside my shorts. I guess there was no hiding things now! "Jeez, sorry kid, I'm embarassing myself, I'll head inside." "Only if I can come with you, sir," the kid said firmly. He stood up, walked across to me, took my hand very firmly in his and pulled me to my feet. "I-I-I, er..." "No words, sir, just follow me..."
I seemed to switch onto auto-pilot and just let him lead me inside. He got as far as the kitchen before he pushed me up against the counter and slammed his body into mine. He was one slab of taut, solid muscle, and I could feel the contours of his abs pressing into my stomach - and moveover the contour of his dick pressing into my leg! He had a raging hard-on trapped in the now tightening leg of his pants. He grabbed my head with both hands and drew me in close, brushing my lips with his before I gasped. That was his cue, as he plunged his hot, wet tongue deep into my mouth, exploring it with relish. "I've waited so long for this, sir" he managed before plunging his tongue back in again. Right or wrong, now my hands were all over him too, caressing every muscular bulge of his back and moving downwards. I grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled his hips even closer to mine. He started to grind his hips on me, to and fro, side to side. I'd begun to sweat profusely, as he started using his teeth to undo the buttons on my shirt, his hands pulling my hips closer, so that both our erections were now rubbing against each other. He began to lick my chest, making contented murmuring sounds as he did so. Then I lost all control.
"If this is going to happen, we may as well do it properly, kid", I spluttered. Pulling my shirt off, I grabbed his hair and pulled him back towards me, my turn to tongue his face, nibble his ears and kiss his neck. He began to moan. I felt the tension release from him, as his hands moved to my buttocks, and fingers slip inside the waistband of my shorts, as he started to work up and down my hairy ass crack. My turn to moan - loudly. "Sounds like I've hit the spot there, sir, eh?" He whispered into my ear, and then chewed on my earlobe. This was getting intense.
Grabbing my shorts with both hands, he pulled them down to my ankles and then put his face in my crotch and started to sniff my now sweaty family jewels. I just stood there, looking down at him and somewhat paralysed in expectation, I suppose. He looked up at me, his baby blues questioning whether it was OK to proceed? I was starting to drift, and as my eyelids drooped in response to the pleasure I was feeling, his tongue began to explore my rigid nine inch monster of a dick. "You know, I always had an inkling you were packing, Mr. Hayward!" he grinned up at me, "Can I see?" It wasn't so much a request... He just about ripped off my Calvins and my dick flopped out into his face. "Wow, that is quite some impressive meat, sir" he muttered before opening his mouth and taking my entire length down in one fell swoop.
After that, I confess I don't really remember much, until we were woken about 6.30pm by his Mom ringing to find out where he was, as she'd got dinner ready to serve up. With a huge grin on his face, he leapt out of bed, his ass cheeks shining in a ray of sun penetrating the partly drawn curtains as he pulled his jeans back on. "Damn, I've left my short down the bottom of your garden, sir!" "Best run and get it, kid, you don't eant to be late for your meal". "I think I've already eaten enough to satisfy me today, sir" he beamed, "shall I come back tomorrow to carry on with the job?"
I saw a lot of the kid that summer, and he certainly wouldn't go short of money for his next term at college.
