THE YARD BOY
Jack Sprat
It was 10 AM on a Saturday. I'd slept late and had just poured a second
cup of coffee and opened the sports page. The doorbell rang. "Jehova's
Witnesses," I thought. No-one else would be around at this time.
I opened the door. Standing on my porch in the hot muggy air, wearing
only Levi cutoffs, was a blond, blue eyed kid who had rested his ladened
bicycle on my picket fence.
"I need to make some money, mister. Could I mow your lawn and clean up
your yard? My name is David."
His young, fresh, ripe body was mildly tan. Soft, almost invisible very
short, new hair grew from his legs, more showing in a trail from his belly
button, disappearing inside his cutoffs. Small ripples of muscle ran across
his stomach.
"My voice was uncontrolled. With excitement I said,"YES! I"M
INTERESTED! COME IN!"
I led the boy to the kitchen, having him sit on a hard chair by the the
wall. I wanted his body in full view, not half hidden under the kitchen
table.
When a male sits on a hard chair, he automatically spreads his legs a
bit. I oogled the boy, hoping not to be caught staring. I was dressed in my
bath robe and white briefs. The robe covered my erection which was throbbing
hard against my basket.
"I charge six dollars an hour and will use your tools. Can I start right
now, do an hours worth, and come back to finish early tomorrow when it's
cooler?"
"No!" I said. "It is too hot out there to even think about now, but you
can do it tomorrow."
The boys face became long.
"But sir, I need money to eat!... I'm so hungry!"
Hungry? This took me by complete surprise.
"You Jerk!" I quietly said. "Why didn't you tell me you were hungry?"
When I first awaken, I set two skillets on low. I have my juice, read
the paper, then start cooking breakfast on the preheated utensils. The pans
were now hot and ready.
In no-time I had prepared three fried eggs, 5 sausages and four pieces of
toast. I offered him coffee. He said he would like milk, if I had any.
Before I could tell him to dive in, he already had. I poured a second
glass of milk and another shortly thereafter. I remained silent, watching him
finally devour the last small piece of toast, mopping it against a remaining
streak of egg yolk.
"Thank You," he said in an appreciative tone as I removed the dirty
dishes."You can deduct this from my garden services. What's your name."
"Corbett." I replied.
"Thank's for breakfast, Corbett. My money ran out. I'm sure I can
find some steady work real soon."
" How old are you, David?"
"I was 17 just last week. I've been living in a boys home.They said I
could leave at seventeen."
"You have no parents?"
"My parents are drunkards. Home was nothing but a collection of empty
bottles with loud fighting.
"What about school?" I asked.
"I'm missing some," he said. "I hope to get back."
It seems I always get involved as a rescuer whenever I hear a tale
of need. David was not asking help. He was just answering my questions.
I was setting myself up as a rescuer.
"Would you like to go back to school?"
"Sure, but I have to find a job first."
My mind quickly flashed with ideas on how to get this boy off the street
and back in school. Yet, I had known him for less than two hours. Was he a
con artist? Was he a junkie? I wanted to learn more about him! I could not see
needle marks on his bare arms.
"Where have you been sleeping?"
"In the park this last week. It's been warm and a restroom has been
available. My sleeping area is well hidden behind shrubbery, I didn't
sleep well last night. A bunch of college kids had a beer bust on the lawn. It
lasted way late."
"But you haven't showered these past few days? Frankly, this muggy
weather has made you smell a little ripe," I said with a grin.
Before I could offer, David asked, "Can I shower here?"
" Yeah! You can use the shower off the guest bedroom. You'll find soap and
a towel...and that room has its own air conditioning. Set it to the coolness
you want.
I directed him down the hallway, watching him disappear into the
bedroom. When I heard shower water, I got a beer, sat, and tried to relax.
I wanted this boy so bad, but I felt frustrated on how to get him in
my harmony.
The shower water ran a good twenty minutes. I didn't blame him. Dirt and
muggy weather does make for a long shower. After the shower stopped,
I expected David to appear dried and dressed. He didn't show. Everything
remained quiet. Making no noise, I slowly pushed open the bedroom door,
peering inside.
David, fresh and clean, was on the bed, completelty nude, sleeping
soundly. I entered and feasted on the boys naked young beauty, his chest slowly
rising and falling as he slept. His limp, cut, penis rested on his ball sac,
surrounded by a growth of soft, silky, blond hair. I was throbbing with fantasy
and passion.
I could not stay and argue with the invisible force that wanted me to
softly touch and explore this sleeping beauty. I grabbed his dirty cutoffs,
from a chair and putting them to my nose, I breathed its boy ether as I
departed.
I felt guilty about going through David's knap sack retrieving other
dirty laundry and frankly, investigate any item that might link him with
any questionable activity.
I found no incriminating evidence, only a pile of dirty hankies,
dirty underwear, socks, and several T-Shirts, all for the wash. One pair of
briefs emitted such such strong boy aroma, I had to take it and save it in
a plastic bag, which I hid. I would make up some story as to its loss and
repay with a new package of three.
I was pleased that David slept during both washing and drying cycles.
I again tip-toed into his room, laying out his clean cutoffs and other
laundry. It was hard to leave that sleeping naked boy's body.
Hot dogs were bein readied for a late lunch when David finally
appeared wearing his clean cut-offs, yawning, and scratching his bare
upper torso.
"Boy! After showering, I just lay down for a minute to rest.I must have
slept several hours...and thanks for doing my laundry. Real nice of you!"
David's voice became rather serious. "I don't appreciate you going
through my backpack. Did you find anything? Yeah! Perhaps a joint? Crack? I
don't touch that stuff."
"I found nothing that hinted that you did, David. I had to look! I was so
relieved. For a reward, you got your clothes washed."
David smiled!
The hot dogs came out of the microwave and the hot buns were removed from
the small convection oven. Condiments were on the table and we built our own
dogs, sampling our creations with large first bites.
"I guess I'd search like you did," David said with a full mouth. "You
have a strange kid in your house and you want to check him out. I don't blame
you!"
I'll really bet you got a hard-on when you saw me sleeping bare naked.
Thanks for not trying to fool with me."
"You were awake?"
"No! But I wake very easily if I am touched down there. I deliver a mean,
sudden, rabbit punch."
"I did get a hard-on. I stared at your body a long time with all kinds of
fantasies."
"You're gay, Corbett?"
"Yes!"
"Neat! I am too, but only with carefully picked peers. I've never done it
with an older man. Maybe you could show me some new stuff. I've been
expecting a wet dream. I haven't played with myself for the past few days.
I should really be loaded. Do you want to relieve me?"
"Yes, David! Badly!"
I was limp with desire. I felt faint. We looked in each others eyes, our
continuing contact passing the closeness of each others feelings.
David abruptly stood up. "Wait!" he said.
This broke the moment. I was shaken. He rapidly walked through the front
door. Had he changed his mind?"
I watched through a window as he grabbed his bike handle bars and wheeled
the bike it through the fence gate up the walk.
He returned inside holding his sleeping bag.
"Where can I store this?" he asked.
"Throw it away," I said. "You won't be needing it any more.
We hugged each other tightly and we kissed. I pulled David's young
hard body even closer.
"Let's go to your bedroom," he said softly.
the end.