Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2016 19:55:16 -0400
From: Your Guess <yourguess7@gmail.com>
Subject: Part of Being a Boy

It was a hot spring day.  I got into my old pickup truck and went to town
for sod.  I had recently had a house built on five acres of land I
inherited.  The house sits in clearing surrounded by trees on every side.
A creek with rapid moving water sits away from the clearing giving that
sound of rushing water constantly.  I had a deep swimming pool, a large hot
tub, and an outdoor gym type area.  I plan on spending most of my time
outside.

After picking up the sod and anticipating much work, I stopped by a gas
station to pick up some drinks.  On my way in, I tripped on the curb and
landed on my face.  I was fine, except for being very embarrassed and
twisting my ankle.  A young man, maybe seventeen or eighteen, came over and
helped me up.  He was a nice looking guy wearing a Coca Cola t-shirt and a
pair of loose fitting blue jeans. he had dirty blond hair that looked like
it needed to be cut.  He had a very handsome smile, talked with a country
tone, and was extremely polite.  I thanked for his help and hobbled in for
my drinks.

I purchased my items and made it back to the truck.  I put my stuff in the
cab and just stood looking at the sod.  I was thinking how hard it would be
to put it down considering my bum ankle.  The young man came up behind me
and ask if I was okay.  I told him that I would be fine, but I was
concerned about the sod.  He said, "Mister, you picked out some good stuff
there."  Surprised, I asked how he knew so much about it.  He told me that
his dad owned the farm from which the store bought its sod.  What a
coincidence.  We chatted for a minute on what I was doing with it.  He also
mentioned that his dad was going to help him start a landscaping business
as soon as he graduated from college.  his dad suggested he try to get some
clients who could give references and offered his services to me.  I
thanked Him and explained that I was alone with nothing to do.  I wanted to
play around with plants and such.  He said, "I understand, but if you
decide you need somebody, give me a call".  He gave me his number and
walked away.

When I got home and started to unload the sod, I quickly realized how bad I
had hurt my ankle.  I leaned against the truck and wondered what to do I
thought of Ricky, that was his name, and decided to give Him a call.  He
was there within the hour.  I hired Him to unload the truck and water the
sod.  He removed his t-shirt and started to work.  I was mesmerized by his
work.  I could tell that he had done this before.  He was not terribly
muscular, but he did have a six pack.  He was smooth except for a small
patch of hair on his chest and a line from his belly button into his
shorts.  When he finished, I paid and thanked Him.  He told me that it
needed to be installed no later than the next day.  He seemed to have and
understanding of how to do it and was willing so I allowed Him to proceed.
He told me to get off of my foot and he would handle everything.

I went over to the pool and placed my ankle in the cool water for a while
then got a book and sat on the pool deck reading.  It was about noon when
he asked to use the restroom.  I had one installed at the pool so I
directed Him there.  I grabbed a cold cola from the cooler and offered it
to Him when he got back.  He was covered in sweat and dirt.  his pants were
sagging down from the moisture exposing his what appeared to be Superman
boxers.  He told me it would take about 2 and a half hours more.  It old
Him when he finished he could jump in the pool.  He said, "No sir, but
thank you anyway, didn't bring a suit".

While he finished, I had fallen asleep.  I was awakened by "Mister, I am
finished, do you want to see?"  he was very proud of his work and it looked
good to me.  I paid Him and offered a reference if he needed one.  He
looked at the pool and said, "I wished I had a suit, that water would feel
really good right now."  I told Him to swim in his boxers.  He said,
"Really, it wouldn't bother me".  I assured Him it was fine and offered to
run his jeans through the wash while he swam.  He went into the outdoor
shower and came out in Superman boxers.  I grinned and he said, "I'm a
fan".  I told Him I was too.  I took his pants into the washroom and when I
came back he was swimming laps in the pool.  I sat down and continued to
read, catching a glimpse of Him splashing around, jumping in from the side,
throwing quarters to the bottom and retrieving them.  I commented that he
was an excellent swimmer.  He told me of the pond on the backside of their
property.  It was a spring that fed the river.  He said it was clear, deep
and cold.

I had a diving board that he had not used.  I asked Him and he said that he
had never dived off of one and didn't want to look stupid.  I told Him that
I wasn't that good at it and encouraged Him to give it a try.  He did a
perfect jump, but didn't come back up for a minute.  I hobbled over to the
pool as he came up with his boxers in his hands. "They came off!" We
laughed and I told Him to throw them out.  He looked puzzled for a few
seconds and shrugged his head and said' "Waters cold anyway." he then threw
them up on the concrete.  I told Him I would just go read my book.

He swam around a while longer being careful to exit the pool on the other
side from where I was.  He covered himself when he walked only revealing
his privates when he dived.  his ass was perfect and he was sporting a dark
bush. As he said the water was cold so everything else was tucked in.  When
he tired of swimming, he grabbed a towel and sat in the chair next to me.
He told me that he and his buddies skinny dipped all the time in their
pond.  He even said his Dad would when his mom wasn't at home.  I found
this to be intriguing.  I asked if it bothered Him, seeing his dad naked?
 he said "Of course not, I've been seeing it my whole life.  Him, my
uncles, cousins.  We all got the same plumbing."  I agreed but told Him
that I would be scared of having an erection."  he said, "Yes sir, it
happens and somebody will make a joke about it, but it's natural.  Just
part of being a boy".

I was amazed at his candor.  He then remembered his pants in the wash and
offered to put them in the dryer.  I directed Him.  He grabbed his boxers
and headed off to the washroom.  He came back still wrapped in a towel.
You could now see the outline of his cock through the towel.  So I ask Him,
"If it is not a big deal, why were you covering yourself when you got out
of pool."  he said, "I did not want to disrespect you."  I told Him it was
no problem, "We have the same plumbing"

With that, he dropped the towel on the chair and stood there for what
seemed like minutes, but only seconds.  At eye level hung about four inches
of beautiful cut cock and two good-sized balls hanging beneath it.  He went
and jumped in and told me I should join Him.  By now I was definitely
sporting an erection and used my foot as an excuse to decline.  He got out
and suggested he help me into the shallow end.  I bravely admitted my
problem.  He asked, "Why do you have one of those?  Just part of being a
boy!"  With that I stood up and lowered my pants.  My hard cock bounced as
we walked toward the pool.  He helped me down the steps and I sat on the
bottom one.  He said, "This cold water will take care of that".  But he was
wrong.  He swam over and exited the pool by the same steps.  Now he was
semi hard.  He said, "Don't you have anything to say about that?"  "We will
have to see what happens," I said, "Just part of being a boy."

I watched as he went over to get a drink.  He was getting bigger and
bigger.  I asked what he was thinking about.  "The time I caught my dad
chocking the chicken" he said.  He had been in his dad's room looking at
porn magazines and his dad came home.  He hid in the closet.  his dad
reached inside and searched for the magazine.  He put it in his dad's
hand.  Then his dad laid on the bed and flipped through the magazine.  He
was rubbing himself through his shorts.  He then took off his shirt and
started rubbing his nipples.  By then Ricky was about to bust.   his dad
pulled off his shorts and slowly brought himself to cumming.  Ricky said it
went all over.  Then Ricky could hold it anymore and let out a grunt as he
came.  his dad heard, opened the door and was furious.  Later that night he
talked to Him about it.  "What did he say? I asked"  "He said it is all a
part of being a boy."

I said, "It sure is" as I was looking at 7 inches of Ricky's hard cock.
Then the dryer buzzed.  It was like we were talking about the weather.  He
took off, ran inside, and came out fully clothed.


To be continued...