Stephen awoke to the sounds of lawnmowers in his yard. Heâd completely forgotten it was that time of year again. Heâd spent his Friday night drinking and staying out with his girlfriend that the 8 am start time of the yard crew was really annoying. His parents had tried to get him to work on the yard when he was younger to give him some kind of responsibility but he purposefully screwed it up and claimed ignorance. The housing association had come down hard on them that week, threatening them with fines if it happened again.
But that just gave Stephen more free time on the weekends. He didnât have to worry about that kind of stuff. âLosers,â he scoffed as he rolled back over in his bed. There was no way he was going to get caught doing manual labor. The 18 year old was getting ready for college and had planned on doing something else. What that was even he didnât know though. He was probably just going to find out when he got there. Itâs not like he was paying for it.
He tossed around on his bed but the sound of the trimmer and mower was too much. And then there was a knock at the door. âFor fucks sake!â Stephen screamed into his pillow. He jumped out of bed and pulled some pants up. It took a few hops but he made it to the door.
âHey there,â the yard man said. âAre your parents home?â
Stephen looked up at the man. His tall figure filled the doorway. Stephen was a pretty good height, just over six foot but this man was far taller. His broad shoulders made it clear that heâd spent his whole life working hard. âNo. Out of town this weekend.â Stephen said in a dismissive tone.
âOhâŚâ the yard man looked uncomfortable. âOk⌠See weâve run into a bit of a snag. Jeff over there wasnât looking at the paperwork and didnât pack any shovels for the flower bed your mom wanted. So I was just wondering if you had any in your garage that we could borrow.â
âSure,â Stephen rolled his eyes and led him around back to the shed. He walked into the shed and found picked up the two shovels. âHere. Try not to forget them next time.â He hadnât realized just how hot of a shed this was. Even so early in the morning, it felt like a hot box.
âThanks bud,â the yard man said. He paused in the doorframe. âYou got any gloves actually. I know itâs a bit of a hassleâŚâ Stephen just rolled his eyes again looking for the gloves. âThanks again.â He paused and looked at the young man. âHey, you ever thought about doing this kind of stuff?â
Stephen picked up the gloves. âYeah. No. Not gonna happen.â He was going to shove them into the other manâs chest. Obviously while holding the shovels the yard man couldnât grab them. âNot going to waste my time with this shit. Isnât for me.â
âOh?â he raised an eyebrow at Stephen. âHard work makes the body strong.â
Stephen couldnât believe this man was still talking to him. âStrong enough dude.â He dismissed. âAnywayâŚâ
âCâmon,â the yard man interrupted, âdoes a body good.â He handed the shovel back to Stephen.
For a moment Stephen stared at the shovel. The heat was really getting to him. Sweat was already starting to drip from his brow. âI-I-I⌠UhhâŚâ his hand reached for it. âI mean I guessâŚâ but there was something in the back of his mind shouting at him that this wasnât his job. He wasnât supposed to be doing something like this. His hand didnât let go of the shovel as Bert handed it to him.
âThata boy Steve,â Bert said happily. He gave a slap to Steveâs shoulder.
âBut thatâs not myâŚâ
âCourse itâs not your shovel dumbass. You and Jeff forgot them. Just donât break it and they wonât even notice,â Bert scolded. He wasnât happy when they forgot to do their job.
âBut BertâŚâ Steve was trying to think. It was getting harder for him to place just what was happening. Bert was standing over him. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he tried to think about what he was saying. This place was just so damn hot. He couldnât think straight. His lithe body was changing right before his eyes. The thin muscles with almost perfect v taper lining his waist was growing wider. Fat started to cover up his abs and push the bottom of his shirt out slightly. The rest of his body gained weight similarly but there was clear muscle underneath that thin layer of fat.
He looked down at his arms as long sleeves of tattoos covered them. His hairless body sudden had a clear dusting of brown hair sticking out of his arms. He scratched at his growing belly as a long trail went up his belly and onto his pecs. The hair was surprisingly itchy. âButâŚâ
âNo buts,â Bert shot back. âYou guys had plenty of time to get the truck loaded last night but wanted to go to the fucking bar.â
Steve ran his hand through his thinning hair. He still had a bit of a hangover from last night. âSâwas a good night,â he tried to keep his spirits up. There was a girl heâd met last night and sheâd been all over him. Couldnât get over his arms and he could barely get her off him.
âLike hell it was!â Bert shouted back.
Steveâs head shot down. âSorry,â he said. The shirt he was wearing was still straining against his broad shoulders. âCan I at least work without my shirt on today? I picked up the wrong oneâŚâ
Bert threw his head back. âWell the Missus ainât home⌠So I guess so. Just donât let it happen again.â Steve celebrated silently to himself. He was going to get that full body tan Jen liked so much.
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