Date: Tue, 19 May 2009 08:07:39 +1000
From: James Gippsland <jamesgippsland@hotmail.com>
Subject: Billy the Kid 2

After last Saturday's sensory experience with Billy, the working week
seemed to drag, and I'm sure it was more than seven days before the next
weekend came around. It was made harder by the fact that Billy was away on
a school camp doing Outdoor Ed(ucation). Camping, hiking, tenting ( I mean
sleeping in a tent you understanding not.... well, you know!!!). He was due
home on the Friday night and so I texted him just confirm what time he
would be coming round to work in my garden. I had every hope that I might
be able to build on the experience of the previous week -- at the very
least, surely he would let me give him another "back rub" after such an
energetic week, and who knew where that might lead to -- again! MMmmm!

"Sorry m8" he texted me. "Feeling crook, can't work tomorrow." He was ill,
tired but also ill, having drunk some polluted water. He wouldn't be
coming. Bummer.

I spent the day doing nothing. I mean I did -- I ate, I worked in the
garden, I did some paperwork. But my mind was elsewhere. And as I thought,
something crystallized. An idea I'd been throwing around for a few weeks. I
could take Billy on as an apprentice.

My landscaping/gardening business has grown recently. Even in these dark
days of recession, people still want their gardens looking nice. And are
willing to pay for it. I was getting to the point of needing help. And what
better help than an eighteen year old, with developing muscles, smooth
skin, a little body hair in the right places, and a pair of deep brown eyes
that you could get lost in.

Would I, could I take him on? I weighed up the pros and cons. I went on
various websites to discover that apprentice wages are very low. And that
the government gives financial incentives to take on apprentices. The more
I looked and thought, the more I thought I could do this. I could have an
apprentice to help me -- both in the business and in my garden. I could
have Billy.

I went to bed that night, excited, and then realised that at some point I
need to ask Billy. There was no point dreaming about this, only to find he
wasn't interested. Sure he was studying Cert III Horticulture one day a
week release from school, but that didn't mean that he would necessarily
want to come and work for ME. I didn't want to assume, I didn't want to get
my hopes up and then be disappointed.

I texted him to say I wanted to talk to him. "What about mate?" came back
the reply. "Better face 2 face" I said. "What about?" he asked again. I
suddenly realised he was worried. I said I'd go round tomorrow and switched
off my mobile.

The following day there was another message. "What time u coming round?" I
sorted out a time and went in the afternoon. His parents were there. We
chatted, politely, for nearly an hour (boy can they talk!) They thought I'd
come over to give him the flick. Had he done something wrong? (No, I guess
that was me, but there again, we'd hardly got started!). They were sure I
was going to sack him, and Billy himself looked worried.

Eventually I asked the parents to leave, to let me talk with Billy alone,
man to man and they begrudingly left the room. I looked at Billy and
smiled. He looked nervous. "Mum and Dad think you're gonna give me the
flick," he said.

"Nah Billy. I'm not," I said. "Actually, I was wondering whether you'd be
interested in coming to work for me at the end of the year when you finish
school."

The look on his face was priceless.

Absolutely f #@%$ ing priceless!

He smiled, no, he beamed!! I thought his mouth was gonna crack, he smiled
so wide. And I'm such a sucker for a great smile.

"Well, you interested or not???" I teased.

"Yeh, cool, wow, great, of course......."

We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about details. No, he could not
leave school early to come and work with me now! I didn't know how much
money he'd earn, but it wouldn't be a lot (he didn't seem too worried about
that!), and so on. I eventually suggested that he discuss the offer with
his parents, but he decided he was still gonna tell them I sacked him from
his Saturday job! Wicked boy!!



The next few weeks were busy, he had school and study, I had work, and we
occasionally connected using messenger during a weeknight evening. I knew
he wanted to leave school and work with me NOW. But I insisted he finished
his schooling. I couldn't believe this "puppy dog" attitude of him. I mean
I have my faults (just a few!) I'm certainly not perfect, but he sort of
looked at me as if I was his hero or something. Perhaps he wasn't expecting
to get a job at the end of the year. Billy has learning difficulties and I
don't think he and schooling get on very well. Perhaps he sees this as the
first step to making the break from home. Who's to tell? I just know that
I'm enjoying all this adulation at the moment!

There has been one negative in all these past few weeks of positive. I
suppose I was really hoping that something more would happen in a physical
sense. Another encounter in the garden shed perhaps. Nothing. The gap
between one Saturday and the next -- and the shortness of each Saturday
afternoon and maybe even the fact that it is winter and cold and wet --
means that we never get "started" on anything. The work is a distraction
unless I work alongside him, which I sometimes purposefully do. Yesterday I
was teaching him to use the hedge trimmer. I demonstrated, he watched and
then tried. He was all over the place with it, and the poor bush was being
shaped into who knew what. In the end I stood behind him and held his hands
on the machine, and then together we shaped the bush. It was awesome. For a
few minutes I had an excuse to have my hands around him, my body embracing
him, crushed against his, but all legitimately, My groin ground into his
ass - and probably frightened the living daylights out of him! I could feel
myself getting harder and I wondered what his reaction would be to it. The
closeness of our bodies (all be it through wet weather gear!!) was powerful
and it was all I could do not to reach round and kiss him deeply on the
lips as my hands and body wound themselves around him.

Occasionally I'll bump into him and try and get him to have a mock
wrestle. But he's not that sort of kid. Or maybe I'm too big and
threatening for him (I'm 6'3" and much more built that he is). One week we
were sitting out on the veranda having our afternoon coffee and I had this
overwhelming desire to stroke his naked knees. Pathetic really, but I just
wanted to touch those hairy legs and run my fingers up inside his shorts
onto his thighs. I didn't do it. Yes I know I could have, I could have
"pushed the envelope" but I suppose I'm scared now of offending him, of
going too quickly, of frightening him off. He always makes it clear he has
a girlfriend. Even his msn website now has "I (heart) Katie (heart)" It
annoys me. It distracts me. I guess I'm jealous. But I know there's nothing
very serious there, just friends. I really mean that. He's not had sex with
her or indeed any other girl. I'm still convinced he's a virgin -- in
every sense of the word.

Which might help to explain my actions from yesterday.

Because I can't.

Looking back on it now, I think, "What a fool you are Jamie".



I had Billy working in my garden. For once it was a warm day, and as usual
(NOW!) he was wearing his T shirt and shorts. His slim lithe body stretched
and turned and pulled as he weeded and cut and picked up the rubbish. I
caught glimpses of naked flesh, a bit of his tight torso, a vanishing snail
trail, the black waistband of his briefs. It got me going. It doesn't take
a lot when Billy's around!

At afternoon coffee I asked Billy what he was going to give me for me
birthday. "When's that?" he asked.

"Next Thursday."

"I'll bring something next weekend then."

"Nah, I won't be here next week. I was gonna tell you not to bother next
Saturday." His face fell at that. "Sorry," I said.

"So, what you want -- for your birthday like?"

"Well, what I WANT and what I'll get are two different things mate," I
laughed. "I won't get what I want."

"Well what do you want then?" he asked again.

I paused. What I WANTED... well we all know what I wanted! To strip Billy
off piece by piece, down to his briefs. To feel him up and watch him get
hard. To strip even this briefs off him and see his hard cock throbbing and
twitching................ Yeh, what I wanted. But not what I was likely to
get as a birthday present!

"C'mon then. Tell me what you want. You're obviously thinking about it. If
it doesn't cost too much I might be able to get it for you."

I smiled. And then laughed. "Oh it wouldn't cost much. But there again, it
would cost you everything."

"You're not making sense man," he said. And then almost whispered, "Tell
me."

I paused. Thought a bit more. Took a deep breath. Went to say something,
changed my mind. Was this the moment that I made a fool out of myself, that
I told the lad my desires, and he rejected me, turned me down, and then
despised me. I couldn't cope with that. I couldn't cope with the rejection,
and then the end of our plans to work together. I wished life was like a
video, that if you didn't like what happened, you could rewind it and play
it again, but differently.

But on the other hand, it was never going to go any further if I didn't
move things along. Billy wasn't going to take the initiative. He was
straight -- maybe. If I wanted this, I had to lead him into the place of
pleasure. I had to take the risk.

"What would I like for my birthday?" I asked. "Simple, Billy. I'd like you
to strip down to your briefs and let me give you another back rub."

He looked at me, wide eyed and his mouth dropped open.