Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 19:15:52 -0000
From: K B <kyleslam@hotmail.com>
Subject: Yard Work - Part XI -- Next Steps

Yard Work - Part XI -- Next Steps

Sorry it's been so long.  I hope this one makes-up for the time lapse.
Comments are always appreciated...  enjoy!  Kyle = kyleslam@hotmail.com

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I was about a mile from work when I realized I hadn't been watching where I
was driving.  Everything that happened this morning just kept playing out
in my head... and I couldn't concentrate on anything else.

After Alex called, I told Will pretty-much everything.  He let me do all
the talking, which surprised me.  But, when I was done, his only question
caught me off-guard:

"Is he better than me?" he asked.

I wanted to laugh, but I held it in.  In hindsight, I guess I shouldn't
have been surprised.  I mean, I was his first and he is a young guy.  He
instantly started comparing himself to Alex... and I got lost in it for a
minute - remembering what it was like to be his age.  There was no
comparison, really -- I told him that - and he seemed to accept it, but I
knew I'd have to deal with it again later.

I pulled-up to the office and made small talk with a couple of foremen on
my way in.  My secretary turned when the door opened and her face
immediately changed.

"Mike, why are you smiling like that?"  She laughed.  "Are you feeling ok?"

Ever felt like someone could see right through you?  That's how I felt just
then.  I gave her a quick answer - "Yeah, I'm fine... just having a good
morning."

I went to my office and closed the door, fished through my desk and found
Alex's phone number.  My hand was shaking a little as I dialed.

"Hello?"  It was Alex.

We had a quick conversation.  Things were getting better at home and he'd
be returning in a few days.  It was a quick conversation - mainly because I
couldn't think of anything to say - but I kept the tone up on my end.  I
hung-up feeling a little guilty.

I called Will and told him I'd be in a little late.  I had a little problem
brewing at a job site, but I decided to stop-by on my way home.

The day flew by and at 6:15, I pushed everyone out of the office and headed
for the site.  It seemed simple enough, really, but I wanted to check it
out for myself.  See, even though this site is enclosed by a chain- link
fence, materials and tools were still disappearing.  So, I put a little
trailer on the site and picked two of the biggest, meanest-looking guys
working for me to stay out there at night... and my materials were STILL
being stolen.  Tonight, I was gonna' make a surprise visit.

It was 7:45 when I got there.  I pulled-up to the edge of the site and let
my eyes adjust to the darkness before I left the truck.  The air was hot
and sticky - no wind at all... and it seemed too quiet.

I walked around the perimeter to get in through the back gate, trying not
to make any noise.  I opened the lock and tried to be careful with the
chain, but half-way through, I figured that if I made a little noise I'd
see if the guys were really there.  I let the chain clank against the metal
post, but neither Jim nor Eddie came to investigate.

As I walked past the stacks of wood, concrete blocks and equipment, I was
straining to see where I was going.  The trailer was in plain site, but it
was dark.  I thought no one was in there... until I got next to it.  There
was definitely someone inside.  I could hear voices and movement, for sure.

I dug to the bottom of my pocket for the key and let myself in.  Yep, there
was definitely something going on.  It sounded like one of the guys had a
hot date with him and was fucking her brains out.  I heard some moaning and
grunting, but no talking.

I walked down the hall to the bedroom.  I was gonna' scare the shit out of
them... and it was gonna' be fun!  The bedroom door was open, so I reached
in, felt the lightswitch and flipped it up... and fell backward when the
light came on.

There was fucking going-on alright, but it was Eddie and Jim.

They froze... and I froze... Jim was face-up on top of Eddie and Eddie had
his dick firmly planted up Jim's ass.  They were both sweating and panting
and...

"I just needed to check on some things," I said as I turned the light out.
I kept talking as I backed out of the doorway.  "I'm gonna' walk around the
yard, then leave... I'll lock-up."

I left the trailer and looked around the yard.  Damn - no wonder things had
been disappearing.  With those two clowns going at it all night anyone
could get in here.  I mean, I didn't really care about WHAT they were
doing, but I was paying them well to stay here and keep an eye on the site.
They could finish their fun tonight, but tomorrow, I was gonna' lay into
both of them.

I was halfway across the yard when I heard the trailer door shut behind me.
I looked to see Eddie coming at me.  He kept his head down and his hands
were in the pockets of his overalls, but I could see the bulge behind the
zipper... my mind flashed back to what I'd seen in the bedroom and the
thoughts started flooding in -- 'I wonder how tight his ass is... he's a
pretty muscular guy... not a bad bod... a thick cock...'  I took a deep
breath and he stopped about three feet from me.

"Boss, I... uh...."  He couldn't even get the words out.

I helped him out.  "Eddie, I don't care what you and Jim do... but I need
you guys to watch this place and listen for someone breaking into the yard.
I've lost about twenty-five thousand dollars worth of equipment and
supplies... and all because you two are so busy fucking each other that
you're not doing what I pay you to do!"

I didn't mean to get so loud, but by saying it all out-loud it started
making me mad.  When I stopped, I could hear my voice echoing across the
yard.

"We'll do better," he said... and there was a huge cloud of shame over him.
"You're not gonna' tell anyone about this, are you?"

"No, Ed," I was quieter.  "I told you - I don't care what you do with Jim
or anyone else.  It's none of my business, and...."  He cut me off.

"We... I... it just happened with me and Jim, but I'm not a fag."

"I told you, I don't give a fuck what you are.  Do your damn job and suck
cock on your own time!"

I started walking away.  About ten steps out, I looked back - y'know - the
way you just instinctively look behind you when you're walking away from
someone. Well, when I turned around he was still standing there... and he
was looking at my ass!

I turned around and kept walking... but I smiled... I couldn't help it.


At 9:30 I turned into my driveway.  Tired, hungry - and a little smelly
from the day - I was ready to shower and go to sleep.

I walked in through the garage and dumped my shoes in the laundry room
piling my clothes on top of my work boots.

The cool air started licking the sweat off my back and I shivered.  My
balls were hanging full-down from the heat and I just stood there for a
minute... relaxing and getting cool.  I thought about taking a swim, but I
really was too tired, so I headed to my bathroom.

The house was quiet, except for music coming from upstairs.  It wasn't loud
enough that I could tell what was playing, but I could hear it.  'I'll go
up and see Will when I get out of the shower,' I thought.

The bedroom light was enough to see by, so I left the bathroom light off
while I showered.  To me, there's something ultra-relaxing about showering
in the dark, so I took my time -- letting the water pulse onto my shoulders
and down my hot skin.

I hadn't really had this much time to myself in a while, so I hadn't
thought about keeping up my hair- trimming rituals... not until I washed my
crack and found that the hair around my ass hole had grown back in full
force.  I lathered with the bar of soap and shaved my hole clean.  I
figured I could trim everything else before Alex came back this weekend.

Drying off, I looked at the clock and saw that it was already 10:15.  I
half-expected Will to come downstairs and jump into the shower with me, but
he didn't.

I finished drying-off and brushed my teeth, thinking of everything I'd
eaten that day... and, though the shower cooled me off, I just slipped-on
some boxers and headed upstairs.

As I looked down the hall toward his room I could hear that the music was
still on, but the light in the room was off.

I knocked.

No answer... so I knocked again - a little louder.

Nothing.

I opened the door a little and peeked in.  I hadn't turned the hall light
on, but the green light from the stereo cast a glow across the room.

"Will?" I whispered.

I could see a form in the bed, but I wasn't really sure what I was seeing.
I moved closer and saw that Will was lying on his stomach... the top sheet
laying lightly across his waist - his tanned upper body uncovered.  His
breathing was deep and I could tell he was asleep.

The music was actually softer than I'd thought though I was certain I could
hear it downstairs.  It was either the radio or a CD, but in either case, I
really liked it.  Jazz-fusion, I think... funky and entrancing.

I knelt next to the bed and leaned into his bronze skin taking a deep
breath smelling his clean body.  My mind started whirling a little.  'What
am I going to do when Alex gets back?' I thought.  Afterall, Will's
parent's weren't coming back for another three weeks... and which one of
them did I want more?

Without thinking, I stroked my fingers across his back.  His warm skin was
smooth on my fingertips.  I made a trail downward for the thin tuft of
blonde hair at the base of his back and he arched toward my hand.

At that point, I couldn't be certain that he was still asleep, but I wanted
nothing more than to be next to him.  I lifted the sheet, easing my frame
behind his and melted next to him.

He rolled onto his side and nuzzled his back against me.  I was already
hard just being next to him, but I really wanted to lay with him for a few
minutes.

I wrapped my arm around his waist and laid my hand on his stomach, my
middle finger finding his belly button... my fingers nestled in his warm
"happy trail."

He reached back, resting his arm on mine... his hand laying on mine... his
fingers curled between mine...

I nudged closer to him, my lips touching his shoulder, and immediately
relaxed.

I woke-up hours later.  Will's face was close to mine, his eyes wide-open,
a smirk across his face.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice deep and low and groggy.

"Watching you sleep," he smiled.  His teeth were perfect.

"How long have you been watching me?  What time is it?"

"A little while... it's early... why?"

I shrugged.  "Just asking."

He leaned forward and eased a kiss onto my lips.  I felt my pulse quicken
and the blood started rushing to my groin.

"I'm having a good time with you," he whispered.

"Me too," I whispered back.

I felt his hand on my stomach and my muscles retracted, surprised.

"I know you're tired," he started.  "Why don't you just lay there and
relax... I want some time with your body."

His hands reached for the waistband of my boxers as I rolled onto my back.
I lifted my pelvis and he slid under the covers to get my boxers off.

My hard-on was full by that point, but I wanted to see where his
imagination was going, so I lay still... as directed.

He stayed under the sheet - his head at the foot of the bed - and for a few
seconds, I really wasn't sure what he was doing, so I reached out... and
felt his nude flesh.  He'd already taken-off his underwear.  Then, I felt
his lips gently brush my ankle.  My cock jumped and I could feel the hair
on my legs standing-up.

He alternated between kissing and licking my legs all the way up one side
and down the other, then back again.  He came out from the covers to kiss
me and laid his full weight on top of me -- his throbbing cock pressed next
to mine.  I was fully awake now.

I worked my hands into his skin, the muscles on his back flexing as he ran
his fingers through my hair with one hand and cradled my neck in the palm
of his other hand.  He was taking control of me... something I didn't allow
very often... but I didn't think about it.  I gave-in to him.

His tongue was probing my mouth and he wouldn't let-up.  He really did seem
to want to do all the work and I was happy to let him.  He kissed my face
and ears and neck, working his way to my nipples - gently kissing and
sucking... I was moaning before I could think about it.

I could tell he was pacing himself - and teasing me a little - because he
didn't make a straight shot for my cock.  Instead, he kissed my stomach
with his wet lips and worked his way past my hard-on, spreading my legs
with his strong hands and nuzzling his lips into the hairs between my legs.

His breath misted the sensitive, clean-shaven skin around my hole... then
he brushed his tongue gently around in a circle.

I couldn't stay still at that point.  The saliva in my mouth was getting
thick and a lump was forming in my throat and I just had to interact... I
had to taste him.

With his head between my legs, his ass was already turned toward me, so I
grabbed his hips and pulled him toward me.  He tried to resist, but didn't
put-up much of a fight, so I got my way - lifting his leg so that he'd be
straddling me.

I breathed-in his warm smell.  Unlike me, he didn't shave anywhere so I ran
my tongue through the thick blonde hairs between his legs.  I instantly
thought of giving him a hickey right there... there where no one but me
would see it, so I pushed my face into his crack and sucked on the hard
ridge between his legs.

He moaned - and probably would have stopped otherwise - but he was also
intent on getting me there... so he pulled away and turned so that I
couldn't get at his ass or anywhere near there.

He was still wetting my ass with his tongue and I already felt like I was
going to explode.

"Will," I managed, "I'm getting really close."  I swallowed hard to get rid
of the thick gob of spit sitting on my tongue.

"Fuck my mouth," he said, and he took my cock into his throat.

I thrust two, maybe three times and sucked-in a deep breath.  My cock
swelled and I held it... but his tongue was massaging my slit so much that
I couldn't hold back.

My hard dick jumped and his mouth was filled with my jizz.  I grunted
loudly as the sting of cum sent a shockwave running up my back.

He was sucking wildly now, and he turned his body away from me so I
couldn't get to him to reciprocate.

I was totally spent - emotionally and physically - but I wanted him to cum,
too.

"Are you ready now?" I asked him, trying to push the exhaustion out of my
voice.

"Not this time," he said.  "This was YOUR moment."

I smiled... and he smiled... and he kissed me - full and wet and tasting
like my cum.

I stayed on my back and he rested his head on my chest.  We lay there,
under the sheet, and relaxed... and slept.