Date: Mon, 19 Apr 1999 07:58:56 -0400
From: towles@mail.tds.net
Subject: Lawn Care: Michael-The First

This happened a couple of years ago. I was just a few years out of
college--25, and had a good job with a securities firm. Although not entirely
legal, I got insider information a few times and made some very good
investments. I was almost independently wealthy.

So, I bought a big house, more like a small estate. I lived alone--not having
come to terms with my sexuality yet. I had been with girls and women a few
times, but I knew it was not right for me. My fondest dreams--and hottest jerk
off sessions-- revolved around my high school and college locker rooms. I knew
I was gay but did not admit it to myself entirely. So, I just took care of my
own needs.

My new place had a huge lawn, over three acres. I did not have time to take
care of it, so I asked my friend Charles if he knew someone who would do the
lawn work. Charles is older than me--he has a son in college. He said his
son's buddy needed a Summer job and would like to do it along with some other
lawns of similarly wealthy neighbors. That way, this boy, Michael, could spend
the summer with Charles' son. Sounded perfect to me.

So, one Saturday morning after the college term ended, there was a knock on my
front door. I opened the door to find Charles, his son Jim, and Michael on my
porch. They came in and Charles made the introductions. My pulse quickened as
I looked at Michael. In a word, he was stunning. Now, I knew I was gay, at
least for this boy.

He was tall and lanky. About 6'2" and maybe 145 pounds. His hair was a radiant
gold and long--to his shoulders. Eyes a bright green. His smile was
infectuous.  His teeth sparkling white. His lips a nice pink and wide enough
to possibly promise an endowment to make any guy proud.

After the usual small talk, I asked Michael if he wanted the job. Oh yes, he
said. When can you start? Right now, he answered. Guess you got a job,
chuckled Charles. He looked at me a moment--deeply in my eyes, then said he
and Jim would be back in a few hours to pick up Michael. Thanks Charles, I
said. They left, Michael waited expectantly in my front hall with a wide grin.

So, Michael, you ready to get to work? Yes Sir, he said. Not sir, just call me
Jason. I am not that much older than you. Yes sir, umm, Jason. My friends call
me Mike. Ok, Mike, lets go outside. It was April and the grass was pretty
high. He was gonna have a tough time getting it down. We went to my shed and
opened the doors. I showed him the mower, trimmer, gas cans, everything he
would need. Ok dude? Yes Sir, umm, Jason.

Go to it dude! If you get thirsty or need the bathroom, just come on in. Ok
Jason, he smiled. He worked like a Trojan for at least 2 hours. Then I heard a
knock at the back door. Jas, I need a drink and the bathroom. Come in. I will
get the drink while you do the other. Down the hall, door on the left. He
almost ran. I fixed him a tall drink of orange juice with ice. When he got
back, I said sit down here dude. He smiled that infectuous smile and sat at
the counter on a stool.

His shorts had really wide leg openings. As he sat at the counter, he spread
his legs as guys do. Without letting him see me, I glanced at him. I moved my
eyes to his shorts as he downed the OJ. Up inside his shorts, his Jockey
basket came into view. The basket was full to overflowing and wet from sweat.
The legband was seperated from his leg. One of his nuts was poking out along
with a little pubic hair--the same radiant gold as his head. His sack was
perfectly smooth, and his nut looked the size of a lemon.

I glanced up to his face and he was looking in my eyes. He knew exactly where
they had been focused a second before. He spread his legs a little wider. This
time, I saw part of the head of his teen penis. I could not look away, even
though I knew he was watching me. When I looked back at his face, he was
blushing a little. He swung his legs back together, then stood.

Jason, I am truly bushed today, what with final exams and all yesterday and
the work here today. Can I come back and finish tomorrow? Sure Mike. I am
impressed by how much you got done. I fished out my wallet and handed him a
20. Down payment, I said. He flashed me his smile like sunshine. Thanks! Uh,
Jason, I am kinda a morning person. How early can I come tomorrow? Well, I am
a morning person too, Mike. I am usually up before 5:00. Come any time after
that. The neighbors' houses are far enough away that your work will not bother
them early. Oh, and plan on breakfast here. What do you like for breakfast? I
like everything, sir. Um, Jason. Ok, I will see you in the morning.

Thanks Jason. See ya! With that, he was gone, but not entirely. His manly teen
scent stayed behind for a bit. I inhaled deeply. I was in love! I got busy
planning a breakfast menu. My guess was he liked eggs and meat and potatoes
best. He was all guy and needed major nourishment at every meal.

A little later, I went to the gourmet market a few blocks away. First, I went
to the butcher, Joe. Joe, I need two slices of the best country ham you have.
Yes sir, Mr. Carlton. He went to the back of his domain and was back in a few
seconds with a big burlap-wrapped hunk of meat. This is the best we have--the
best there is. It is Virginia Smithfield ham, cured in smoke and pepper for 12
months. Ok, give me three slices instead of two. I thought Mike might be extra
hungry.Ok sir, if you want to do your other shopping, I will have them ready
when you get back.

I went to the cooler and got a pack of six extra large, Grade A brown eggs.
No, I might need more, so I got a 12-pack. Never know how hungey Mike might
be. Then the produce section. I got a pound of perfect little new potatoes.
These I would slice and make homefries with. They had some perfect tomatoes
that smelled like summer. I got two large ones. In the fruit section, they had
some Valencia oranges. I picked out six to make fresh juice.

When I got back to the meat counter, Joe had my package ready. Mr. Carlton,
you should very gently fry this ham. Use the very lowest heat for a long time.
It is delicate, and low heat brings out the maximum flavor. Oh, and those
brown eggs in your cart? Break them right into the pan after you remove the
ham. Let them gently fry in the ham juices. Same with the potatoes if you
want homefries.

I checked out and hurried home with my breakfast booty. I so wanted Mike to
like it. After some inane TV, I went to bed at 9:00. I set the alarm for 4:00
so that I would have plenty of time for the ham. I went blissfully to sleep
without touching my anxious cock. I wanted to save all for tomorrow, just
in case.


Part-2, Breakfast, is in the making.

Promptly at 4:00 am, my alarm went off. It has an ugly sound, and I had a
major morning woody (yes, even as old as 25 you still get morning wood). I did
not touch it. Even before I went to the bathroom, I went to the kitchen in my
robe. I needed to get the ham going. I pulled out an iron skillet and put some
butter in it. Then, I turned on the large gas burner on my stove to its lowest
setting. I opened the fridge and got out the package Joe had made for me.
Opened, the aroma was delicious. I carefully put the ham in the fry pan. There
was not enough room for all three pieces, so I got another pan going and put
the third piece in it. Even that quickly, the smell of the ham was wafting
through the kitchen and making my mouth water. Like Mike did, I chuckled.

Then, I rushed back upstairs to my bedroom, dropped my robe and slipped off my
briefs. In the bathroom, I went through my usual morning ritual more
carefully. I don't have to shave every day, but I got my face mirror soft. In
the shower, I washed every part of my body twice. Even soaped the inside of my
anus, just in case.

Shit, now I had to decide what to wear. What would Mike like? I studied my
closet and drawers. First, underwear? I knew from yesterday that he wears
whits briefs. So, I decided on briefs. If he should by chance get to see mine,
would he maybe like some color? I decided to be bold and pulled out a pair of
lavender Calvins.  My waist is 30" and these were 28-30". Nice and tight and
showed everything I got. I put my dick up to the left. I am quite proud of my
balls. They made a nice bulge in the crotch og the Calvins. Then, I got out
some sweat shorts (not too short, don't wan't to scare him) and a brilliant
orange tee with "Who, Me?) on it.

I ran back to the kitchen. He would be here in less than two hours.  Next
would be the potatoes. I got another fry pan buttered and on the stove (I have
a six-burner commercial stove). Then I began to slice the potatoes by hand,
very thin. I wanted them to be very brown and crisp for Michael as he no doubt
thought french fries were the ultimate potato dish. Wait until he tasted
these! Next, I sliced the tomatoes and left them out so they would be at
maximum taste at room temperature. I liberally peppered them.

The ham was gently bubbling and simmering in it own juices. I hoped to be
simmering in Mike juices sometime today! Then, there was a gentle knock at my
back door. DAMN, it was just 5:30 and he was here. I was hoping to be more
ready for him, but I opened the door to his astonishing smile. Hey, he said.
Hey Mike, come in. Hope you are hungry. God, I am hungry for what I smell in
here, he answered. Sit at the table, I am pretty busy at the moment. Let me
help. It was not a question. He WAS going to help.

You know how to squeeze orange juice? I will when you show me, he said. I got
the oranges out of the fridge, the juicer, and a knife. I cut the first orange
and showed him how to twist it in the juicer and how to fish the seeds out.
Got it, he grinned. For the next several minutes, we were both busy at our
jobs. 

Looks like it's going to be a nice day, he said. Great to work on the yard.
Oh, I meant to ask you. I want to put in some new planting beds. You know, a
lot of digging, mulching, planting? Would you like to work fulltime here for
me this summer? He gave me the most angelic ever of his grins. Yeah, Jason, I
would really like that. It seemed to me that there was a bit of a bulge in his
tennis shorts. Could my dream be coming true?

After he squeezed the OJ. it was time for the final dish--the eggs. I removed
the ham and left all the juices in the pan. Mike, how do you like you eggs?
Like you do, he answered. Briefly, I wondered what eggs he was talking about,
but put it out of my mind. Like mine fried in ham juice, I said as I broke the
first one in the skillet. Good for me Jason. So, I dropped four eggs in the
savory ham juices. They immediately began to cook. I had to be quick or they
would overcook. I managed to get all four out with hard whites and soft
yolks. Perfect.

Sit Mike. Breakfast is served. It took us less than 15 minutes to devour
everything. Well, not quite everything--yet. But, the day was young.