Date: Wed, 08 Mar 2000 13:17:08 GMT
From: K B <kyleslam@hotmail.com>
Subject: Yard Work - Part I

This is Part I in a series.  Any comments are welcome.  Please direct them
to Kyle at kyleslam@hotmail.com.  Thanks.


Yard Work -- Part I

It was a couple of years ago, the first day of spring, when I moved to Lake
City, Florida.   The big house had been abandoned for about 10 years, but
what the hell...  I wanted to fix it up.  I owned a construction company, so
I'd better be able to fix it, right? It really wasn't in bad shape.
Besides, it sat on 30 acres which I had all to myself.  The property
backed-up to a woodland preserve, so I'd never have neighbors.

I'd only been in two weeks, when I met a young kid at the door.  Pimple
faced and plump, he introduced himself and stuck a home computer printed
business card in my hand.  "I'm Will.  I'm starting a lawn business and it
looks like you could use some help with the grass and stuff.  I work hard
and I won't quit 'till I get it the way you want it."

I looked down at him.  "How old are you, Will?"

"16.  I'll be 17 in about 3 months.  I'll give you references if you want.
I'm a junior in High School."

I stepped outside and closed the door behind me.  I looked out.  Not another
house around for miles.  I liked the privacy.  Will's dirty old truck was
parked in my dirt drive.  The attached trailer and lawnmower showed that the
kid
came ready for the sale.  I toyed with him a little more.  Shit, the kid was
trying to make something for himself.  That took guts...  and I'd been there
myself once.  We talked money for a bit; I talked him down on his price,
then agreed to give it a shot.

"This is a lot of land, Will.  You sure you're up for it?"

"Yes, sir...  umm, I'm sorry - what's your name again?"

"Mike Perkins.  'Perkins Construction' - ever heard of it?"

"I think I've seen some signs around, Mr.  Perkins.  So, do we have a deal?"
He stuck his hand out.

"Jeez, call me 'Mike.' I'm only 27.  Yeah, we have a deal, Will." I shook
his hand, squeezing a little harder than normal...  just to see his
reaction.  He didn't flinch.

"Ok -- I'm gonna' start right now." Damn, he looked excited.  He worked on
my yard the rest of the day and I paid him cash before he left.

Months passed and Will was doing such a great job on my yard that I started
paying him more.   Damn, the kid was a hard worker.  Sometimes, I'd get back
to the house and the whole yard would be mowed and neat.  Other times, if I
were home, we'd talk a little before he started.  The Florida weather kept
us both busy, so I didn't see him much, but for his 17th birthday, I got him
a new mower.  One of those big ones that you can ride while standing.  Yeah
- I
checked with his parents first.  "Call it my investment in your business," I
told him.  Hell, I had no kids.  I was too busy to really know anyone.  And
I liked Will.  I guess I saw myself in him a little.

With summer, I got a windfall of work, and Will and I only communicated
through 'Post-It' notes.  A year passed quickly and Florida was gearing-up
for another hot summer.   Memorial Day weekend rolled around and I gave the
guys - and myself - the weekend off.

It was Saturday and I just wanted to relax.  My crew built a pool two months
before and I'd been swimming at night, but I never had time during the day.
I decided that today I'd spend the whole day in the pool...  turn into a
prune...
look like a lobster.  I didn't care.  Today was MY day.  The morning air was
already hot and thick.  9:30 and I was on my raft.  I relaxed enough to fall
asleep, only to be wakened by the hummm of a lawn mower.  At first, I
ignored it, but when I realized that it was Will, I decided to wait-it-out
inside.  I mean, he was still a kid.  I was wearing my bikini and I figured
he didn't need to see it.  Besides, there's always tomorrow to get more sun.
  A couple of hours
later, there was a knock at the door.

"Hey, Will.  Haven't seen you in a while." He had grown at least a foot! He
was at least 2 inches taller than I was and I'm 6'! And he'd put-on some
muscle, too.  His shirt was off and his shorts were hanging from his waist.
His full
chest and flat stomach were slick with youthful sweat...  he smelled like
clean grass and hard work.  "Damn, you've grown!" I shouted.

"Yeah, I have." He laughed and I hardly recognized his voice.  It had
deepened and...  I blinked to get the thoughts out of my head.

"Mike, can I take a dip in the pool? I'll go right back to working, but it
would be great to cool off."

"Yeah - sure.  Take a break.  Y'want something to drink?" He took a step
back, starting to walk away.  "Ummm -- some water would be ok."

"Where are you going?"

"Well, I didn't want to walk through your house like this, so..."

"Will, it's only a house.  C'mon through here."

"Y'know, I've never seen the inside much," he said as he walked and looked
around.

"Well, I'll give you the 'grand tour' some time." As I headed for the
kitchen, I saw him go through the back doors and out onto the patio.  I
grabbed two bottles of water and headed out to join him.  I was wearing
shorts over my suit and I'd stay that way.  Then, I almost tripped over his
clothes.  Quick inventory...  shoes, socks, shorts...  was he in his
skivvies? He was under water, swimming the other way.  You know how water
refracts and distorts...  I couldn't tell
what he was wearing, except that whatever it was, the color didn't stand
out.  I sat his water on the table as he came up for air.  "Here's your
water, man." I turned to go back in and heard the water dripping as he got
out.

"Thanks, Mike."

I knew I shouldn't turn around.  "Don't do it, Mike!" I screamed at
myself...  but I couldn't stop my feet or my head or my eyes.  I DID stop my
mouth from dropping, but just barely.  He was wearing a jock strap.  A worn,
thin, wet jock
strap that was clinging to his body.  I saw a perfect outline of his big
young cock.  He wasn't hard, but the kid was packing a full basket.  The
line of brown hair that peeked out of the sides and top almost made my mouth
water.  I jerked away, but not before meeting his eyes.  He saw me looking.

I turned around and went back inside.  I went to my bedroom, and just stood
there...  the image of his lean young body etched onto my eyeballs...  the
thought of his soft cock rising to its full potential - whatever that is -
made the blood rush to my cock.  I heard him moving around on the patio and
went to my sliding doors to look.  I carefully pulled the blinds apart and
there he was - standing - putting his socks back on, but he didn't even have
his shorts on
yet.  Was he teasing me? He bent over and I saw his smooth ass, and a tiny
tuft of wet hair crawling out of the hole.

I wanted to fuck him.  No.  I wanted him to fuck me.  To suck me.  Me
sucking him.  My mind was filled with his body as he walked past the glass
and back out into the yard.  "He's a kid, Mike." Ok...  but I could still
think.  Hell, I hadn't been with another guy in almost 8 years.  I was
almost his age then.  It wasn't that I didn't have some opportunities.  Damn
- I was good-fuckin'-looking! Construction will keep you in shape, and I
worked-out, too...  I was just kinda' lonely, that's all.  I didn't have
time for anyone else, really, but I didn't like being alone.

I snapped out of it as soon as I heard the mower start-up again.  I figured
I'd just swim it off.  I didn't want to jack-off to Will.  It just didn't
feel right.  I swam for about 30 minutes and he showed up again.

"Can I join you?"

Now what? I'm not doing anything with a 17 year-old.  "He'll be 18 in a
month," my mind was telling me.   "Uh - I was just about to get out...  but
you can swim all you want."

"Oh - ok.  Well, maybe I'll take a quick dip then finish out here."

Again, he dropped his shorts, but this time, I kept my focus.  I jumped out.

"I'm headed for the shower, then to town." I felt like he was watching me,
but I wasn't gonna' look back.

"Ok - well, see ya later, Mike."

I waved and kept walking inside to the bathroom.  I dropped my suit on the
tile and stepped into the warm spray.  My mind was swimming...  and my cock
had a mind of its own.  It sprang to life as soon as he stepped onto the
patio a
few minutes ago.  I had to get out of the water when I did.

I looked down at my hardening cock and stroked it to its full 9 inches.  I
grabbed the soap and started to lather my body.  With a soapy finger, I
rimmed my hole for a bit, then slipped my middle finger in to the knuckle.
Looking
through the glass shower walls at the mirror in front of me, I focused on my
dick...  my hand working its way up and down...  cupping my balls...  my
left hand between my legs with my middle finger massaging from the inside.
I was
moaning a little.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught something.  Movement or a shadow
or something.  The bathroom door was cracked open and I felt like someone
was there.

"Will?"

No sound.  I was still in position -- finger up my ass, cock in my hand
although I was losing it a little).  I decided to finish.  I leaned back
against the tile and looked into the mirror again.  I tried to relax and
quickly got right back
where I was.  I slipped another finger in and winced a little.  "It's been a
while since I did that," I thought.  But I relaxed a little more and my hole
adjusted.  I was getting close - real close and I know I was making a little
noise.

Then, I saw it again.  There was definitely a shadow out there.  I was too
close to stop now...  I grunted, shoved my fingers way up and held my
breath.  I stroked hard and fast, holding it as long as I could...  letting
it build-up until the release was no longer in my control...  I grunted
loudly.

The first shot was a blank - always is - it's a thrust of my prostate
getting everything ready, I guess, but the next one was powerful.  Even
through the running shower, a stream of cum leaped over the shower wall and
landed
somewhere in the bathroom with a "splat." Then, it started hitting the
glass...  one, two, three, four, five...  as my dick kept jumping, I leaned
forward and licked a line of jizz off the glass...  another thing I haven't
done in a while.

I pulled my fingers free from the grasp of my tight hole and turned into the
water.  Stroking the underside of my cock, I pulled the cum into my hand and
rinsed it down the drain.

Then, I heard the bathroom door creak.  I spun around, but this time, no
shadow and no movement.  "I left the patio door open," I started thinking.
"I guess the air has been moving things around."

I pissed the cum out, enjoying the sting, and washed quickly - ready to get
away before I saw Will again today.

As I drove away, I waved to Will on the mower.  He didn't look sweaty.  Was
he watching me in the shower? I'll have to look at the carpet in my room.  I
wonder...