Date: Tue, 27 May 2003 07:05:40 -0700 From: dude sweet Subject: Mowing Hi. I am Rich, my name, not with money, and 14 years old. I live alone with my mom in a small town in Arkansas. I want to tell you about what happened to me last summer. It was about this time of year when it was time to start knocking on doors and getting people to let you mow there lawns. It was Friday and I was hanging out near the mini mart and heard Doug bragging that he wasn't mowing lawns this summer. He got a job at his dads work. It was just cleaning up, but at least he was inside in air conditioning. It gets unbelievable hot here. He went on about it, but I wasn't listening. This was good news for me and any other lawn mowers. He did the biggest lawn in the county. About 5 miles out of town there was a mansion. When we were little we thought it was haunted. It had a huge yard. I decided to get up early on Saturday, not my favourite thing to do, and try to get Mr. Lawrence to let me do his lawn. I had to get up early everyday Monday through Friday to deliver papers. Saturday was usually my day to sleep late. After getting home and later seeing my mom when she got off I asked her to make sure I was awake before she went to work Saturday. She said that's 6. I said I know. She asked why. I told her about the big lawn I wanted to get and wanted to get there early in case anyone else was going to try and get it. She liked my idea and agreed. Its still dark at 6, in case you didn't know. Any my mom is so nice and cheery. Yuk. Anyway, I get up and she kisses me before she leaves and wishes me good luck. This helps to get me going because it reminds me of why I am getting up. To get the best lawn in the world. To make big bucks. To go from having Rich as a name, to actually being rich. Well I knew it wasn't going to make me rich. I gave all my money to my mom to help pay the bills. She says that half of all the money I give is going into my college fund. Now that I'm older, I'm not sure that's true, cause I know how much she makes and how much are bills are. But I'm not worried. We don't starve or anything. We also have leftovers from her waitress job to eat. But I figured this would be a good job. And maybe I would get to keep a little for movies in the summer. You see the movie theatre is air conditioned. In fact, it is freezing. But way better than burning to death. I will sit through a crappy movie twice and a good movie 3 or 4 times, just to be in the air conditioning. So I hop on my bike, which is way too small for me, I got it in 3rd grade, and head out to the Lawrence Mansion. I get there about 7am. Its to early to knock on the door, but I didn't want anybody else to get there and steal the job from me. So I just sit on the side of the road in front of his house. I will wait till he comes and gets his paper or until like 8 or 9 I guess, then knock on the door. About 8:30 I see the door open. I never saw him before, but he looks to be pretty big. Fat big, not buff big. I walk with my bike up to his front. He is about 100 or 200 feet from the road. He sees me coming and waits in the doorway. As I get closer I can see he is wearing a cool robe with dragons or something. Not a towel robe like my mom sometimes wears, but a cool one. Silk, I think. He doesn't say anything, just stands there. I feel stupid cause with all this planning I didn't plan on what to say. He just waits. Finally I say "Can I mow your lawn this year?" He smiles and says "Is that why you been here all morning?" "Yeah, I didn't want anybody else to beat me to it. I heard that Doug wasn't going to do it this year so I came early in case someone else wanted to do it but I didn't want someone else to do it I wanted to do it," came tumbling out as I opened my mouth. "How old are you?" "13. I been doing lawns since last year and I do a real good job and you can ask other people whose lawns I do and they will tell you what a good worker I am and also reliable casue I don't go to camp or anything so I wont flake out and can do it all summer. Please." "Do you know how big my lawn is?" "Well I know it's the biggest lawn in the country and will probably take all day but I'm not afraid of that and I got my own lawnmower and all my own stuff and I will do a good job I promise..." He interrupts "Hang on there youngster. Relax. How much?" "How much?" I ask. Well in my planning I really didn't do a good enough job of figuring out how much. In fact, all I though about was lots of money, not how much per week. Aha, I have a plan. "How much did Doug get?" "Anywhere from $10 to $20." I looked at him funny. "If he did a satisfactory job, he would earn $10. If he did an exceptional job, he would earn up to $15." He stopped talking. "What about $20?" "He never did that good of a job. You look kinda puny, you sure you can handle this?" Yeah I know I look puny. I seen myself in the mirror "Yeah, I look puny but I am mighty I can do it I am sure if you would just give me a chance." I make a muscle for him to see how strong I am. He smiles and says "Ok son, what's your name?" He holds out his hand. "Rich" I say grasping his hand and trying to give a good firm handshake like mom taught me to do. "How do you do?" She would be proud of me. "My name is Mr. Lawrence. How do you do? You may come after 8." He looks at the yard. "Can you start today?" "Yeah, today is great real great I got to go home and get my stuff does this mean I got the job?" "Yes. You got the job." Yippeeeeee. The biggest lawn. The most money. I grab my bike and run and jump on it and as I pedal away I turn back and holler "Thanks Mr. Lawrence." He waves as I head home. I get my lawn mower and edger, broom and pan. I start the mower to makes sure it still works from last year. I also have to get gas but I have enough money for that. On a bike its really not that far to Mr. Lawrences house. But walking, and pushing a lawn mower, its pretty far. And its just getting to the hot part of the day. Anyway, I get there eventually and start on the front. Its bigger than it looks and takes me longer than I thought. Because its so hot, I soon take off my shirt. Most everybody mows without a shirt cause of the heat. Even the old fat guys who do there own lawns. Since most of my mowing business was close last year, I soon find out that I should have brought a lunch. And definitely a canteen for water. Cold water. As I start on the side yard, I figure out that mowing the biggest lawn in the county is pretty hard work. I'm not afraid of hard work or anything, its just hard. Well it keeps getting hotter and its not even officially summer yet. I am sweating buckets. Sweat is flowing off my face like I just got out of the shower. And my armpits are creating a waterfall of sweat. I get the side year done and head to the back. He has a back porch, and its in the shade. I turn off the mower and sit on the porch in the shade to cool off a little. He comes out. I jump up "I was just resting a minute I will get back to work its not to big of a job I can do it no problem I just needed..." "Hold on Richie. Calm down. Taking a break is a smart idea. Its hot out here" "Yeah it sure is I was just..." "Sit down. Rest. Do you want a drink?" "Yes please, water is fine." "How about koolaid? You like koolaid?" "Yes please." "You might want to use that hose there to get wet. You look pretty hot there." He indicates the hose. As he goes in, I turn on the hose and let it run over my head. Its cold. Good cold water. Feels good. Real good. I let the cold water drip down my chest stomach and back. Cools me off. I put my head under again for another round. The best thing about getting hot and working hard is cooling off. Makes it worth it. I slurp up some of the water, greedily like a drinking dog. He comes out with a tray, glasses and iced red koolaid. He sets it down on a table and he sits in the chair. I turn off the hose and he hands me a full glass. I down it in 1 gulp. Another really good thing about getting hot and working hard is being real real thirsty and then chugging down ice cold koolaid. Yeah. "Thanks" I say. "Fill it up again. Drink it all. I have all I need." So I pour another drink and down it at once. By the third glass, I start to slow down and relax. Also I begin to cool off. "You probably need to take a few more breaks so you don't get so over heated" he says. "Yeah. I mean yes, I will." "Take breaks, use the hose and drink all off the koolaid." He gets up and heads in, leaving the pitcher of ice and koolaid behind. Wow, a whole pitcher of koolaid to myself. "Thanks. Thanks a lot." He waves. I get back to work. After another hour of hot, hot sweaty work, I take another break. I just drink all the rest of the koolaid and sit on the porch. Then after I cool off a little. I hose myself. Its great. Almost as good as the first time. I still have half the back to do. Yeah, it's a big yard. I return to work. Row after row of pushing the mower, battling the sun. And hunger to. Yeah, I'm really missing lunch right now. Its 4 and I haven't had anything to eat all day. Well its my own stupid fault. We have stuff at home, I just forgot to bring anything. I try to think about other stuff so I forget my hunger. I think about the sweat dripping down my armpits, going eventually into the grass helping it to grow so I can mow it again and get sweaty again and start it all over. Since I drank so much koolaid, I have to pee. I just go to the back of the backyard, facing away from the house and let it out. Peeing outside is a good way to pee. No aiming. No worrying about missing a little and having to clean it up. Just relax and let it go. I get back to work. 20 more rows to go...then 10, then 2 and ... I'm on the last row. Tada! I'm done! I thought I was super tired, but now that I'm done I feel good. Hot, but good. I drink and hose myself and drink and hose myself. I drench myself, washing all my sweat into the ground. And cold water tastes great. Almost as good as koolaid. After 5 minutes of hosing I sit in the shade. I am going to knock soon, but wanted to cool off. As I get up to knock, he opens the door. I feel the cool air conditioned air rush out of the house. I like it. "Done?" he asks. "Yes sir," I say. "Hang on a minute." He leaves the door open. I stand as close as I can to feel the cool air greeting me. Someday I will be rich and buy my mom an air conditioner and we will spend our days just being cool in the summer when everybody else is sweating and hot. He has on a big hat for the sun and walks all around the back yard, inspecting. I follow him. He checks the side and the front to. I follow all around. I await his judgement. "Not bad for a first time." "Thank you sir." He says go ahead and organize your stuff, I will get your money." "Yes sir." I head around back to drag my mower around front and put all my stuff on it. I wrap my shirt around the handle bars of my mower, it being to hot to put it on. He comes out the front door, I rush up to him. Both to get my money and also to see if the front door will let some of that cool air to escape. But he's to far out for me to feel the good air. "12 dollars" he says as he hands it over to me. 2 fives and 2 ones. I feel cooler with the cash in my hand. "Thank. Thank you very much." "See you next Saturday?" "Yes. Thanks again Mr. Lawrence. Thanks a lot." As I head home, I get exciting thinking about how happy my mom will be with the money. A huge amount of money. A fortune. Someday we will have enough for an air conditioner, I feel sure of it. And next week? Next week I'm going to do an even better job and maybe even get more! Rich, I will be. I leave the money out for my mom. She wakes me when she comes in to ask about my day. I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and tell her all about it. Its fun telling a good story with a happy ending. She tells me how proud she is, gives me a big hug and kisses me goodnight. Every Saturday till schools out I do his lawn. I bring my lunch and leave it on the porch in the shade. He always makes me koolaid or lemonade and puts it out for me. I can't believe we used to think this was a haunted house. So far the most I've got is $14. I get some more lawns for the summer, but none as big or as profitable as Mr. Lawrences. His takes almost all day to do, but it is worth it. Then one Saturday in July it is like the hottest day of the year. I about die. I take like a million breaks. I take so many breaks it starts getting dark. But theres no way its that late, I realize its just storm clouds. Well the good news is it starts to cool down. Fast. The bad news is I think its going to rain. And then, all of a sudden, the sky turns its buckets upside down and dumps water all at once. Boom. All over the place. Like having a millions hoses on, full blast soaking you. I quickly turn off my mower and run to the porch of safety, the porch of dryness. Mr. Lawrence comes out. We sit a few minutes enjoying the downpour. It also starts thundering and lighting. He says "What about your mower?" I leap off the porch to rescue it. I trip off the edge of the porch into some serious mud. That was the fastest growing puddle in the world. I got drenched in mud. I hop back up and run out to my mower, falling once more as I try to slow down, falling on my but. I push it through the wet, resisting grass and Mr. Lawrence says I need to put it on the porch out of the rain. I haul it up the steps and onto the porch. It makes a muddy mess. I notice and say "Don't worry I will clean up the muddy mess." He looks at me and says "And what about you?" I look at myself. Not only am I soaked, but mud covered. You can't even tell I have shoes on. It's a mess. He says "I think you need to get out of those muddy shoes and socks. I will find you something to wear." I wasn't wearing socks, but my shoes were a mess. "Yeah" I say, starting to take off my shoes. Mr. Lawrence says "I think you better come inside and dry off, but first you need to get cleaned up. Take off all your clothes. I'll get you a towel until I can find something for you to wear." "Ok, thanks." I pull off my shorts and stand on the porch shivering in my underwear. I see how wet and muddy they are as well. I wonder if he will notice? He comes out with a towel. "Everything." He says. Yeah he noticed. I hesitate just a second to consider. Well, I did have wet, dirty, muddy underwear. So I pull off my underwear as he hands me a towel. I notice that my even my dick hairs have mud on them. That's a lot of mud. I mean, how did it get into my underwear I wonder? Naked on his back porch, I dry off my head first, then work my way down my body, just as I do after a shower. This was like a shower. Only outside, in the rain. I'm not really shy about my body. I mean my mom has seen me naked about a million times. Also my grandparents. And who knows how many of my Aunts and Uncles. When I was a little kid, I used to run around after a bath, refusing to get dressed. So since he didn't seem to care, neither did I. I wrap the towel around my waist. He invites me in. Wow. I had no idea. Right inside there is a swimming pool. "Wow. You got a inside pool?" "Yes, he says. "That way I can use it all year around instead of only 4 or 5 months in the summer. Better call you mom at home so she knows where you are and doesn't get worried." "She knows where I am. Besides shes working. I'm not supposed to call her at work unless its important. " "Better call her at work. Who knows how long this storm will last." "Ok." I follow him to the phone. I dial. "Hi Tammy, can I speak to my mom, this is Rich. I'm sorry to call but I need to let her know where I am. Hi mom. I'm at Mr. Lawrences. Its pouring here. He wanted me to call you to let you know where I am. Uh, he wants to talk to you. Hang on." I hand him the phone. He lets her know that I'm ok and can ride out the storm at his place. He gives her the number if she wants to call. He hands me back the phone. "Sounds like you're in good hands." "Yeah." "Ok, see when whenever," she says. "Love you." "Yeah. Bye." I leave out the love you. I am standing there with Mr' Lawrence looking down on my head. "Would you like a shower?" he asks. "Yes, that would nice, if its not to much trouble." "No trouble at all." I follow him. "And be sure and wash your hair to, ok?" "Yeah sure." My hair is pretty dirty. I don't wash it that much. My mom used to wash my hair for me all the time until a few months ago when my dick started to get hard. It just gets hard sometimes when it wants to. So it would be sticking out sometimes when she would wash my hair. I think maybe that's why she stopped washing it. I think it embarrassed her or something. The reason I don't like to wash it is because when soap gets in your eyes it stings bad. So I usually go without washing it, until it gets nasty or stinky. Or until my mom tells me to. He shuts the door. I strip off the towel and open the shower curtains. I turn on the water. He has hot water. This is cool. We only have cold. We have a hot water knob, but it is the same as the cold. So I will get to take a shower with hot water like at my grandparents. Nice. I get under the water. It feels good. And it has lots of pressure. In fact, its probably the best shower of my life. Then the lights go out. Its dark. Completely dark. Not dark like in your room at night, but totally dark. You can't even tell if your eyes are open or closed. Its weird taking a shower in the total dark. Mr. Lawrence opens the door and says "You ok?" He shines a flashlight in the shower. "Yeah. The lights went out." "It's a power outage from the storm. Are you finished?" "Yeah." He shines the light on my head. "Did you shampoo your hair?" "I used soap. I didn't know if I was supposed to use the shampoo or what." We don't have shampoo at home, we just use soap. He shines the light on the bottle. "Go ahead and use the shampoo" he says. I follow his light grab the shampoo and squirt it on my hand. I run it into my hair, keeping my head back so I don't get it in my eyes. He shines the light for me so I can see what I'm doing. After I rinse it off, he says "give it a second dose." "Shampoo it again?" I ask. "Yes, most people shampoo twice," he says. I never heard of that, but follow his instructions. After I rinse he says "Finished?" "Yes." He reaches in, hands me the flashlight and turns off the faucets. He pulls open the shower curtain, holds his hand out for the flashlight and hands me a new towel. Different than the one I had just used. Maybe he has a towel collection and wants to use them all up or something. He shines the light on me so I can dry off. He hands me a tshirt. Its huge, one of his. He says I can wear this until my clothes are clean. I don't have any shorts, but the shirt almost comes down to my knees. He gets a brush and brushes my hair for me. Like my mom used to do. Its nice of him. "Thanks." "Are you hungry?" he asks. "Starved," I blurt out before I remember my manners. "Sorry. I mean yes I'm a little hungry." "A little hungry, or starved" he asks. "Pretty hungry" I admitted. "But how can we cook without electricity?" "How about steaks?" he asked. "Steaks?! Yes, that sounds great." I've had hamburgers, but I don't ever remember having a steak before. I follow him into the kitchen. He opens the refrigerator. I expect the little light to come on, forgetting about the power outage. "Good thing we called your mother when we did." "Yes, good idea." But to tell the truth all I'm really thinking about is a steak. Instead of pulling out a steak he gives me an apple. He says "we have to wait for the coals to warm up. This will tide you over." "Thanks," as I chop hungrily into the apple and follow him out onto the porch. Its raining like crazy. And thunder and lightning all over the place. Its pretty to watch it. I watch him pour the coals, pour stuff on them and light them. It flares up for a second and looks cool. He closes the lid and says "It will be about half an hour before we can cook." That means we wont eat for at least 45 minutes. I'm glad he gave me the apple, which I am now finishing. I follow him into the house, passing the cool pool, into the kitchen where I throw the core away. "What kind of steak you like?" Kind of steak? I didn't know streak came in kinds. "Any kind please." He pulls 4 out of the freezer. 4? Who else is coming I wonder, but don't say anything. He turns on the radio. There is a tornado watch in effect until midnight for us and a bunch of other counties. He has a nice chair facing the outside. He points to another chair and says pull that one over. I pull it over and sit next to him, my oversized tshirt pulling up as I sit. I pull it down to cover up my dick and balls. From the outside, his windows look like mirrors, but from the inside you can see out. Its cool. He says "help yourself to a drink" and hands me the flashlight. I hop up and get a Coke. I ask "Can I get you anything?" "Not now, thanks." He is polite. Must have had a good mom. When I get back, as soon as I sit he gets up. I pop back up and follow him. He has me hold the flashlight while he gets potatoes and Reynolds wrap. He wraps them up and we go outside. He opens the grill and puts them in. "We eat in an hour." Another hour? Darn. We look out at the storm. Lighting is beautiful. Especially at his house where you can see forever. As we go in and pass the pool for the hundredth time I ask, "Do you swim much?" "Not as much as I should he says. Do you want to swim?" he asks me. I was sure hoping he would ask. "Yes, please" I say. "Ok, have fun." I pull off my shirt and jump in. I usually dive in, but its dark and I don't know which is the deep end. I swam before but never naked. Its fun. When you push off the side the water zooms past, tickling your dick and balls. I push off and swim back and forth a million times. While I am swimming, he gets some candles and lights them and sets them all around the pool area and the kitchen. He takes a few in the back yard. Its getting darker out there to. Its kind of cool, in the dark, with the candles making everything look all weird and stuff. He asks "Do you know how to dive?" "Yeah. But only off the side." "Perfect, cause we don't have a diving board here." By then I have figured out where the deep end is. "Can I dive?" "Absolutely." I pull myself out. He watches as I dive in. When I surface he says, "Try again, only keep your legs straight." I get out. Each time I dive, he gives me some help as to how to make it better. Also when you dive in, the water zooms even better past my dick making it feel good. Real good. It makes it hard. I am worried he will be embarrassed when I get out, like my mom was, but he says nothing. Maybe its to dark to see it. Or maybe hes a guy and since he has a dick to, he doesn't get embarrassed about dicks, even if there hard. He has another towel for me and wraps it around me as I get out. He hugs it around me and makes me feel all snugly. Yeah, I said another, different towel. He also has a new tshirt. After I dry off, I pull it on. Its big enough to cover everything, but doesn't hang to my knees like the other one. Fits way better. We head outside with the steaks. He puts them on. They get all sizzly. It sounds and looks good. The storm is still going. Buckets are still coming down. Where does all that water come from? He sits and says "bring out a chair if you want." "I'm ok" as I sit on the ground. No, I'm not ok. The floor freezes my naked butt. I stand back up. I pull my tshirt down in the back and sit again with my butt on the shirt, much better. I sit facing him, arms on bended knees, feet in front of me. We just talk about rain and storms and stuff. "We can't finish washing your clothes until the electricity comes back on." "I'm ok." "Yes, you certainly are" he says, as he gets up to turn the steaks. I'm not sure what he meant by that. But it didn't sound bad. He asks me about what my mom does and how I like school and basic questions. I tell him whatever he asks about. He asks about my dad. "I don't have one." I say. He leaves it alone. That's good. Sometimes kids are like you don't you got a dad? Where is he? Who is he? Is he alive? In jail? What? Well I don't know. My mom never talks about it. When I asked my grandparents 2 years ago, they just said it wasn't important. So that was good enough for me. And, I'm glad to say, good enough for Mr. Lawrence. Finally he declares the steaks are done. He carries them and the potatoes into the kitchen. I hold the door and the flashlight. We sit out the counter in the kitchen with all the candles. I am still wondering why theres 4 steaks and only 2 of us. But I don't say anything. He puts a steak on my plate and a potato. I cut off a piece of steak. Its so way better than hamburgers. My mouth gets all watery in a good sort of way. As I savor each bite, each piece, he puts about a million things on his potato. I almost finish my steak before he has started. As I butter my potato, he puts a second steak on my plate. "That's for me?" I ask. "Of course. 2 for me, 2 for you. Unless you want 3?" "No. Wow. Thanks Mr. Lawrence. These are great. The best I ever had." The only I ever had, but I don't tell him that. This was a really nice man. He shared his house, his pool and his food with me. "You are really a nice man. I thank you a lot" I say. "You're very welcome." He pats my back. The radio announces that there are flash floods and the bridge is out. And they upgraded to a tornado warning. "You probably can't go home tonight. You will have to sleep here." "Is that ok with you?" I ask. I mean what if he said no. I guess I would sleep on the porch if he let me. "Yes, of course, I am happy to have you here." Good. "Good thing you called your mom" he says. "Yeah, great idea." I finish both steaks and a potato. He is still eating his second. "Why don't you pull that cake out of the fridge. You like chocolate cake?" Boy did I. "Yes, I love it" I said as I hopped off the bar stool, took the flashlight, and looked in the fridge. It was packed. Tons of food. No wonder he was fat. I would be to. I bring it to the counter. Plates are in there he says pointing. I open the wrong one first, then find them and bring 2 to the table. "Go ahead" he says, indicating the cake. I cut myself a small piece. "What is that? Cake for a mouse? Cut yourself a man size piece." I laugh and put my knife on the cake he puts his hand on mine, moves it and pushes it down. It makes me the biggest piece of cake in the world. Bigger than a special birthday piece. I place it on my plate. Now you might think that a 93 pound kid, who has eaten 2 steaks and a huge baked potato, couldn't eat the biggest piece of chocolate cake in the world. You would be wrong. I devoured it. "Another?" He asks. "No thanks." I am full. The best full in my life. The best meal in my life. Even better than thanksgiving. I'm glad this storm came. He finishes. I take all our stuff to the sink. He brings a bunch of candles and places them around the sink and sits back down and watches me wash and clean the dishes. He has hot water in his sink to. "Can I swim again?" I ask timidly. "Sure. After our stomachs settle a bit" he says. Cool. Then the sirens go off. That means a tornado is somewhere in the area. He grabs the flashlight. "Come on." I follow him to the basement. He lights a couple more candles already there and turns on a radio. Tornado sited 3 miles east of here. "That's pretty close." I agree. He unfolds a blow up mattress. "We will need to use the foot pump on this since the electricity is out" he says. I start to pump it. And pump it. And pump it. Takes a long time to make it all the way. By the time I get it pumped up, the sirens signal the all clear. The radio agrees. All that work for nothing. He blows out the candles as we head upstairs. "Can I use your bathroom?" He hands me the flashlight. "Unless you want to pee outside like you did earlier. You know where it is." I pee. How did he know I peed in his yard. . He is sitting looking out. Maybe he was sitting in his chair watching me mow? Its dark now, except when the lightning flashes. I sit next to him. Its nice. "You still want to swim?" He asks me. "Yes, if its ok." "Sure." "Are you going to?" I ask. "Maybe. Is that ok with you?" "Yeah. Its your pool." I laugh as I strip and dive in, enjoying the feeling of nakedness. As he is undressing I wonder if he will swim naked or put on a bathing suit. When he pulls down his underwear, suddenly all the light go on. The power has returned. Yea! He slowly gets in the pool. It's the first mans dick I've seen so I look at it. Its way bigger than mine of course. He doesn't seem to notice. Or maybe he doesn't care. We both got them. He also has tons of hair. I knew that he would cause my mom has tons of hair down there to. But not a dick. Haha. "Want me to throw you?" "Throw me?" "Yeah, throw you in the air, making a big splash in the pool." "Ok" Sounded cool. He says "Pretend your sitting down." I do. He puts his hand under my but and throws me into the air. Its cool. I splash in. "Again?" I ask. "Sure." This time he really launches me. For a moment I am flying. Its cool. He does it a few more times, then says he hurt his back. I can tell it hurts. He says I think we need to hit the Jacuzzi. "Ok I say." He gets out and dries off a little then walks naked through the house. I follow naked. Its like naked follow the leader. Its cool. And now the power is back on. His bedroom is like bigger than my whole house and his bed could sleep like 10 people. He has a bathtub bigger than 2 normal ones. Its huge. He turns on the water. He sits on a chair. Theres nowhere else to sit, so I sit on the floor. It funny, I am looking right at his dick. My dick starts to get hard. He sees it. I ask "Why does it do that?" "Get hard?" "Yeah. Its does it all the time." Its fully hard now. I have my legs out straight in front of me and my dick is pointing at my head. "Its supposed to do that" he says. "Its very normal." "Does everybodys? Does yours?" "Yes." "But why?" "Many reasons" he says. "Ok." Maybe I'm not supposed to know. Maybe this is like my dad being gone. Just accept it and don't worry about it. "Haven't you learned about sex yet?" I blush, shaking my head no. "Your 13?" I shake my head yes. "You want to know?" I shake my head yes. By then the tub is almost full. He turns some buttons and switches and it looks like a pot of boiling water. "Go ahead." I put my toe in. Its hot. Nice hot. I get in slowly, sitting way on one end to make room for him. He gets in. His dick is hard now to. I look at it. "See. All dicks get hard." "Yeah" I say. I don't want to be rude and stare but its pretty big. Maybe as big around as my wrist. I never knew they got that big. "Sure is big" I say hoping I'm not embarrassing him. "So is yours. For your age." "Really?" I say grabbing my dick to feel its size. "Yeah. Absolutely. Dicks get hard when they are feeling good. When something rubs them and creates a happy sensation. They get hard when you think about sexy things. And sometimes they get hard for no reason." Ok that made sense. All of those things happened to me before. "What about sex?" I dare to ask. "They get hard for sex because the man puts his hard dick into the lady to make sperm come out of it and begin a baby." "He puts it in her? Where?" "Where a man has a dick a woman has a vagina, that's just the right size to let a hard dick fit inside here. The man and woman move around and make the dick very happy to make sperm come out if it. Sometimes it fertilizes an egg, then the lady has a baby. Most of the time it doesn't fertilize an egg." Cool. This talking is making my balls feel all funny and tickley inside. A good feeling. I wait, hoping he will tell me more. "You can also make sperm come out of your dick by rubbing it and making it feel good. Real good. Then it just squirts out into the air. You clean it up and flush it away." I am very curious as I heard kids talking about something like this. It didn't really make sense. But I am rubbing my dick now and it sure feels good. I ask "How do I make sperm come out?" "Sit up on the ledge." I do. He scoots over and puts his huge hand on my hard dick. Relax and do this, and he starts to rub my dick up and down. "Lean back and relax." I lean against the wall and relax. I never thought anything could feel as good as his hand on my dick. Then I am proven wrong. My balls and dick explode like a lighting bolt shoots through me. I open my eyes and see stuff dripping out of my dick. "Sperm?" "Yes." "Wow. That felt like an explosion. I mean I never felt anything like it. It was like the whole world was on fire or something or like I had a tornado running through me. It was like a 4th of july super fireworks like at the end of the display. It was like..." I stop. He is looking at me smiling. "Thanks" I say. "It was my pleasure. Slide back in and clean off your sperm" I do. I just sit there, basking in the excitement of my first sperms. "That's masturbation, or jacking off. Guys do it all the time. Especially when there your age." Sounds good to me. He says "Sleepy?" "No. Can we swim again?" "Sure." When we get out, his dick is still hard. Mine is relaxed. I ask "Are you going to jack off?" "Later." We walk, naked, back to the pool. When we are both in the water, there is a big crack of thunder and a second later, the power goes out again. But we still have all the candles around the pool. I like it better with the light out. Nice and cosy. We swim. I do some more dives with his instruction. He doesn't throw me. Doesn't want to hurt his back. We sit and just talk. We hear the radio. Another tornado has been sighted. Then the sirens go off again. We jump out of the pool, grab towels and the flashlight and head to the basement again. Except this time, we are both naked. Its cool. Hanging out naked I mean. And hes cool, being so nice to me. We sit on the couch. I yawn. "Sleepy?" he asks for a second time. "Yeah, I guess." Its been a long, cool day. He gets up and makes sheets and blankets and covers the air mattress. "Maybe we should just sleep here" he suggests. I slept with my mom during tornado warnings before. But never naked. "Ok." I get under the covers. He blows out the candles, gets under the covers to and turns off the flashlight. As I snuggle down to get comfortable, I hear him turn off the radio as I fall sound asleep. I wake up in the morning. Its dark in the room, but the light is on upstairs. I can see it under the door. Mr. Lawrence is not next to me. I fumble my way up the stairs and open the door to the bright light of day. Mr. Lawrence is in the pool. "Good morning" he greets me. "Hi" I say heading to the bathroom, my hard dick leading the way. I bend it down to pee. Ahhhhhhh. Feels good. I come back out. As I look outside, it looks beautiful, like there wasn't a storm last night. Like there had never in the history of the world been a storm. "Call your mom to let her know your still here and ok." Naked, I walk to the kitchen phone and call her at work. She answers. "Hi mom." "Hi sweetie. Is everything ok?" "Yeah. Great." "Did you have a good time at your sleepover?" Oh boy, did I ever. "Yeah, he's a very nice man." "You be sure to show your appreciation and thank him." "Don't worry mom, I will." "The bridge is still washed out, but you can come home using the north bridge." My 1 hour walk home has turned into a 3 or 4 hour walk home. "Ok." "Thank Mr. Lawrence. See you tonight sweetie, love you.." "Ok. Love you mom." After I dive into the pool and come up I explain. "The bridge is still out. I will have to use the north bridge." "That's 10 miles" he says. "Yeah, about." "How about if I give you a ride home?" "Great." Wait I'm taking advantage of him. "No, I can walk, its no big deal." "I want to take you home" he says. "Ok." Good. I give him a hug. Naked in the pool. My first all naked hug. He hugs me back. "The grass is to wet to cut. You will have to come back tomorrow or whenever the bridge is fixed." "Ok." Time for breakfast. Naked still. Its cool. He cooks, we eat, I clean. I realize I will need my clothes. Reading my mind he says "follow me." I follow him. He pulls out of the dryer all my clothes including my shirt and shoes. Everything. I dress. He goes back to his room to dress I guess. I realize with the super clean hair, washed once with soap and twice with shampoo, and the hot shower I took, with these totally clean clothes including shoes, that this is the cleanest I've been in many, many months. He says he will pay when I finish tomorrow or the next day. I leave my mower there. As he takes me to my house, I thank him like one million times. Not because my mom said to, but because I really wanted to thank him. I mean he was so nice. And taught me stuff that I should know anyway about sex. Probably every single other 7th grader who had a father or a brother already knew about it. But I was stupid no longer. Oh, and his car is air conditioned to. Nice. 2 days later the bridge is ok and everything is dry. I head on over. I knock on the back door to let him know I'm there. He doesn't answer, so I pull out my mower. I have to mess with the carburettor to get it started, but I am soon mowing away. He waves and brings some koolaid and leaves it on the porch for me. After I finish, I decide to go over the part I did before so it will look more even. When I finish, I relax, cooling off on his porch with the koolaid. He comes out. "Looks good" he says. "May I ask you something?" I enquirer. "Sure." "What does it take for a $20 job?" He smiles. "Look at the yard and what do you see?" "Nicely mowed grass." "Yes. Look at the rows." "There are 43 rows" I say after counting. "And what do you see about the rows?" I look. Well there not exactly straight rows. In fact, they are pretty wiggly rows. "I see 43 very crooked rows" I admit. "Exactly." "So you want straight rows?" "That would be nice." "Ok." I start up the mower. "You don't have to redo them" he says. "I want to. I want to make them perfect for you." He smiles and heads in. So I mow the back again. The third time for part of the back. I make straight rows. Its not as easy as it sounds because the ground is bumpy. You have to go slower to make them straight. So I go slower. He has been so nice to me I want him to have a perfect lawn. Its not about the 20 dollars, its about making him as happy as he made me. I been jacking off every night in bed. Its great! So I finsh. I drank all the koolaid, so drink and cool off with the hose. He comes out. "Want to swim to cool off?" Wow. "Yes. I would like that a lot." "Ok, strip and take a shower with the hose to get sort of clean. Then dry off, take a real shower, with shampoo, then you can swim." I am stripping before he has finished. He watches me hose off. Hands me a towel. I shower, and shampoo twice. I love hot showers. When I get to the pool, he is already swimming. I dive in. Its great. Feels really good on a hot day to be inside, in air conditioning, in a pool. And Naked to. Heaven. "Nice, straight rows." "Thank you." " I can't stay to long. I have to get up early to deliver papers." "Ok see you Saturday." "You bet." We get out, dry off. I dress, while he just wears his towels. Gives me $20. Most money I ever earned. It's a $20 bill to. Nice. "Thanks" I give him a hug. I like him. "You can swim anytime after mowing. Just clean up and shower." Cool. Plus air conditioning. My mom is happy. I tell her about the straight rows. I never tell her about skiney dipping or jacking off. She seemed so embarrassed about my boners in the shower, I figured that would even be more embarrassing. Plus it just seemed like guy stuff that you didn't talk about with girls, or moms. Saturday, I head on over. It's only been 4 days, but I mow anyway. Straight rows. Taking breaks and drinking koolaid. Peeing when I need to. I strip and hose off and knock on the door. He opens it, is surprised to see me standing there naked and invites me in. I shower, shampoo and swim. He just watches. "Are you going to swim?" I ask. "I like watching you." That's cool. "You know I jack off every night now. Thanks for showing me how." "Every night?" "Yeah, sometimes twice." "That's good." "Yeah." "Want to do it now?" he asks. "Ok." He holds up a towel. I jump out and he wraps it around me. He dries me off. Its cool. It even gets my dick hard. He lays out the towel and says "lay down." I do. He starts to jack it for me. Hes pretty good at it. After a few seconds, he puts his mouth on it and sucks it. It surprises me. But a good surprise. Its all warm inside his mouth. And feels really, really good. I just relax and enjoy it. I make my sperm and it feels really good. Better than jacking off I think maybe. He must swallow my sperm. "You taste good" he says. "Really?" "Yeah." "Cool" I giggle as I lay there. "Swim." As I get up he smacks my but. Not like a spanking, just a friendly swat. I dive in. 2 weeks later, when I'm doing the front yard the clouds start to come. Please make a storm, please, please, please. When I'm on the side yard it starts to blow, but no rain. Then the sirens go off. I run inside the back door. He has already opened it. We head down to the basement together. Its weird. This time the lights are working, there is no rain and we have our clothes on. Funny. We sit on the couch, listening to the radio. After about 20 minutes they sound the all clear, but by then it is raining so I can't mow. I rescue my mower form the rain and put it on the porch. I get wet in the process. I strip myself and come back in naked carrying my wet clothes. He takes them and asks do these need to be washed. Well all my clothes need to be washed. But its expensive. So we don't wash to often. I say "Yes please" standing there naked. He looks at me and says "Want to hit the Jacuzzi?" "Sure." I follow him. I sit on the floor naked, while he fills the Jacuzzi and strips. Seeing his hard dick makes mine hard to. I don't know why exactly, it just does. We get in. "Your dick is hard" I say. "Yes." "Want me to jack it off for you?" I owe him, and I want to. He did mine lots of times and I never paid him back. He motions me over to him. I sit next to him and feel around for his dick. Its huge. I cant believe how big around it is. And way, way longer than mine. I try to jack him in the water. He says "lets get out." We get out and dry. He gets a bottle of lotion and says lie down. I lay on his huge bed and say, I thought you wanted me to jack you. He said "I will jack you how I want to be jacked." "Ok." Sounds good to me. He squirts lotion on my dick and balls and rubs it in and then jacks me differently. Its nice. Very tickly. I shoot out my sperm. He says don't clean up. And lays down, handing me the lotion. I imitate him as best I can. He takes a lot longer then me. I have to squirt on more lotion. Finally he comes. I jack it all out like he did. "Nice. Thanks" he says. "Sure" I say laying there looking at his sperms and mine. He has more. And his looks darker, maybe thicker. He puts his arm around me and hugs me close. He kisses me on the head. "You're a good boy." "Thanks." That was nice of him. I feel all safe and snugly. After we lay there a little, he falls asleep. I get up carefully and hop back in the Jacuzzi. It's a nice way to clean off the sperms that were drying on my belly. I wander into the kitchen. I eat an apple. I drink a coke. I turn on the radio. Tornado watch. Its raining big time now. I call my mom and tell her where I am. I swim. He wakes up from his nap. Walks in wearing one of his robes. "Tornado warnings, I called my mom, everythings ok," I inform him. He sits on the edge of the pool, I swim over. "What do you want?" he asks. Lots of things. What does he mean. I want just about averything. I don't answer, thinking of all the things I want. He continues, "not bought stuff. What can I do for you to help make you happy?" Ok well that's a different subject. I was thinking of greed. Pretty selfish of me. But he didn't know, I never said anything out loud. I need to think of others. "I would like my mom to be able to come over here and have a steak dinner with loaded baked potato and chocolate cake for dessert." I had a great time when we did that. I think she would like it to. "Very well, whens her day off?" "She gets Sunday late afternoons and nights off. She only works until 3:00 on Sundays." "Can we call her and invite her now?" "No. I already called her at work once. I will invite her tonight." "Call me to let me know if she can come tomorrow then. Maybe you can finish mowing then as well." I look outside. The rain is going away. The sky is clearing up. We listen to the radio. Tornado watch is over. I swim a little bit more, him watching me. He gets me a towel and dries me off. He likes doing that. He brings me my clean clothes, I dress and head home. I go by the restaurant to ask my mom if she can go for dinner tomorrow. She says yes. I go home and call Mr. Lawrence. He is happy. "Maybe you shouldn't run around naked when your mothers here tomorrow." "Ok." How did he know that my dick started to embarrass her. I never told him that story about the shower. Maybe he just knew I guess. So when my mom comes home, she tells me to take a shower in the morning and wash my hair. Well I don't need to, I took one at his house with real shampoo and hot water, but I just say ok. Its raining on Sunday when she gets home, but she showers and puts on her best dress, makes me put on long pants and my best shirt. We pile in the car and drive over, the rain getting worse. "Looks like another storm" she says on the way over. "Yep." Cool, maybe we would get to sleepover. He comes out to the driveway with a big umbrella and helps my mom out. I just rush to the front porch. We get inside. They have already introduced themselves. He has no power, just candles. Also lets us know that they just announced a tornado watch till midnight. Cool. Dinner is yummy. He already had the coals good, so we didn't have to wait forever for the steaks. We ate in his dining room which I had never even been in before. It looked cool with all the candles. We just sat around and talked. As we all cleared the table and walked past the pool Mr. Lawrence asked me if I wanted to swim. Yeah of course I did. I look to my mom. Mr. Lawrence says, you can wear your underwear if you like since your don't have any shorts. I didn't even know you owned any long pants." He laughs. Mom says "Sure if you want to." Yeah I want to. So I strip to my underwear, leaving my clothes in a pile and dive in. Nice. They sit around the pool talking and watching me. Then the tornado sirens go off. My mom is like get out, get off, handing me a towel, picking up my clothes. Mr Lawrence is grabbing his flashlight and leading us to the basement. He turns on the radio. Tornados have been sited. Near the city. We listen to the radio. With nothing else to do, I dry off, take of my wet underwear and put on my pants and get dressed. My mom doesn't even seem to notice. Mr. Lawrence notices, but doesn't say anything. I mean they have both seen me naked millions of times. They say a tornado hit part of the city. Also we hear a lot of wind and I wonder if theres a tornado here. They say another one is in another town in the county. 3 have been spotted. One of the tornados is reported in our part of town where we live. After 30 minutes of listening to the radio with lots of confusion, the all clear sounds and we go up. Mr. Lawrences back yard is trashed. A tornado must have wrecked it. All my beautiful straight rows, gone. Oh no, that's means no more lawn to mow. And what happened to my lawn mower? I don't see it on the porch from yesterday. Where is it? Its still raining. Moms car is upside down. Busted. Man that's not good. No mower, no car. The sky is clearing, but it is near sunset. Mr. Lawrence offers to drive us home. We get in his car and go home. We see lots of wreaked stuff on the way, just like on tv. When we get to our house, its not there. No house. No piles of destruction. No wood and mess. No nothing. Its totally gone. We get out of the car. Our neighbors house is wrecked. Piles of stuff, but ours is like totally gone. A few more houses on our street are wrecked or partly wrecked. Its weird, realizing that everything you have is gone. Everything. No clothes except what we are wearing, no tv, no dishes. No 2nd place ribbon from last years science fair. No refrigerator with my A in history from 2 weeks ago. No nothing. Its weird. Like a dream. Its like our house just vanished. My mom starts to cry. I hold her. People are coming over to stare at our non house. At the empty place where our house used to be. Everybodys talking about the tornado. The restaurant is wrecked. Oh no, no job for mom. And no mowing for me. Well, at least I still have my paper route. We wander around a while. Talking to the neigbors about I don't know what. Mr. Lawrence tells my mom, that we will spend the night at his house tonight and figure it all out tomorrow. She agrees, not knowing what else to do. Its dark as we drive to his house. He shows my mom a guest room and me another one. As I undress for bed, I realize I have no underwear. I like to sleep naked anyway. I sleep. My mom wakes me up in the morning. Paper route time sleepy head. Is it morning already? Yeah, its Monday morning. I am slow to get up, so she pulls off my covers. I have a hard dick. She sees it, I say "sorry," and cover it with my hands. "Sorry for what?" she asked. I say "I know when my thing gets like that it embarrasses you. Sorry." She looks at me like I'm stupid. "That doesn't embarrass me, that's normal, just means your growing up. Now get up and get dressed. Mr Lawrence is going to drop you off. I'll have breakfast ready for both of you when you get back. Hurry up. You'll have to walk fast to do your route, cause I'm sorry, I don't think you have a bike anymore." That's right, all our stuff blew away. To bad. I hop into my pants, being careful not to zip my dick with no underwear. My only pants in the world, I realize. Also shes not embarrassed about my dick. Oh well, got to work. Mr. Lawrence takes me to my papers. I thank him and tell him that it will be about 90 minutes and meet me back here. He has some errands to run he says. I don't have my bike or any bags, so I have to take as many papers as I can carry, deliver them and come back for more. Next door, I see a little Mikey with his wagon, watching his mom and dad pick through the trash that was his house. "Can I use your wagon. I have to deliver papers." "Can I come with you?" "Sure, ask your parents." Hes like 6. I figure he would rather walk around with me and help deliver papers than look at his wrecked house. He probably lost all his toys and stuff, maybe his teddy bear. Makes me sad. I look at our missing house. Also makes me sad. So I deliver the papers and see all the wrecked houses and stuff. Its just like on tv. Except when its your town its different. I see lots of sad people and that makes me sad to. We're not the only ones who lost stuff. Other people did to. Very sad. Little Mikey is good company because he keeps talking like a million words a second and that helps to keep me from getting to sad. We finish and get my to his house, next to where my house used to be. His mom is like thank you so much. She is happy I took him with me. That's makes me feel good inside. Mr. Lawrence is waiting there. I climb in the car. "Hi." "Hi." We don't talk much as we head to his house. My mom has the front door opens and comes out and hives me a big hug and kiss. I can tell she is sad to. I tell her about Mikey helping me with the papers by letting me use his wagon. She has breakfast ready and well all eat. Its got a million things. Everything. I pig out. I clear and they are talking. I am doing the dishes as quietly as I can so I can here. It sounds like they are discussing what to do. He invites to start with him for a few months. Mom doesn't accept charity. Back and forth. I hurry and finish and come and sit down. Mom asks me to leave. Ask Mr. Lawrence if I can swim while they continue talking. He says yes as I knew he would. I stop. "I don't have any underwear or other clothes. Is it ok if I swim naked?" I mean my mom said she wasn't embarrassed by my dick and I know Mr. Lawrence didn't care. She looks at him. He says "It's ok with me, hes just a boy." She smiles and nods that it is ok. What did he mean just a boy? Was that a insult? Or what? Anyway I strip naked and jump in. I stay close to them and listen in. What they decide is that we will stay with him for a while. Yea! Mom will use his other car to take me to my papers in the morning and then go back. I will throw my papers, then come home to his house. She will cook him breakfast. Then she will go into town and look for a job part of the day, and work at the shelter part of the day. She will come and cook dinner. I will do chores for him all day. They agree. Cool. Then they come out and tell me it all but I already know. Mr. Lawrence wants to take us into town to buy us clothes and stuff. My mom says no. They start to discuss again. Mom tells me to get out and dry off and get some clothes on. They go in the other room. I can hear them. He asks "How much money do you have?" "Enough to buy clothes for us" she says. "We appreciate all you've done and will do, but we don't need charity, we carry our own weight." "I can appreciate that. But Mrs. Lambert, I want to help. Will you allow me to help a little. You can pay me back in 20 years if you want." "We have plenty of money Mr. Lawrence. I have almost $500 in the bank and a little over $1000 in Rich's college fund." Wow. That's a lot! "Did you know that the newspaper will pay for his college? Any boy who throws papers for 5 years or more will get a scholarship. He is more than half way there and a hard worker. I am sure he will get a scholarship." "Really? Well no, I didn't know that. How can we be sure?" "I am on the committee. If he throws papers 2 more years, I guarantee he will get scholarship on his own, earn it." I run into the room. "Mom you can have my college money. We need to buy stuff. I will get a scholarship for my papers." "Out." She points. I march out. "One more thing, I would appreciate if you would let me buy the boy a bike. He will need it for his paper route. It would make me very happy." So we all pile into his car and go in town to buy clothes. All new clothes. Its like Christmas in the summer. We go to Sears and I get 3 packages of underwear. Not 3 pairs, three packs. Nine. White ones. New ones. My underwear hasn't been that white since forever ago. Also 3 pairs of shorts. When I try them on in the dressing room I still don't have my underwear, but I don't tell anyone about that. I come out and model them all so they can tell me what looks good on me. We also get 1 pair of pants, 6 tshirts, and 3 packs of socks. Yeah white socks, so bright they will knock your eyes out. 2 button shirts. And a windbreaker. Real nice stuff. Some of it is not even on sale. And then the best, a new pair of sneakers. Beautiful, non smelly, new sneakers. It's the most new clothes I have ever had. I watch to see who pays. He does. Then my mom goes to the ladies department and me and Mr. Lawrence go to the bike department. I give him a big hug, thank him, and walk with my arm around his waist. He puts his arm around my shoulder. Its nice. He asks the guy "Whats the best bike you got?" The best bike? For me? The best bike? "Best in terms of what? Speed? Looks? Value?" the store guy asks. "Longest lasting. Toughest. Wont fall apart." He shows us his recommendation. "Do you like it?" Mr. Lawrence asks me. I love it. In fact I love them all. Even the cheapest one would be cool with me. "Yes, I love it. But isn't it to expensive? Some of the other ones are ok." "No, we want you to have the best. Do you need baskets for the papers?" "Yeah that would help a lot." So he gets me lots of cool stuff like baskets and lights and a pump. It even has a water bottle. It is the coolest bike in the world. Well at least the coolest bike in the county. I am happy. Very happy. We find my mom. We have so much stuff we can hardly carry it. We go by what used to be our house so mom can talk to the neighbors. We go by the newspaper so I can get some new bags to hold the papers. And rubber bands. We go by the grocery store. He pays after they argue a little. We head home. I put my clothes in what is now my room. Very cool. I put on new everything. New underwear makes your balls happy, and new socks make your feet happy. It feels so good. My mom is taking a shower when I come out to show off my clothes. Mr. Lawrence compliments me and I thank him and hug him again. My mom comes out in her new clothes. She looks great. Me and her prepare dinner, I don't know where he is. His room I guess. After dinner, we sit out on the porch. I bring out a chair for her, I sit on the floor. We plan what chores I need to start tomorrow to clean up the tornadoed back yard. But I don't mind work. I like to work. Its to early for bed, but we are all tired I guess. I kiss my mom, then decide to kiss Mr. Lawrence to and go off to bed, leaving them talking. I jack off, thinking I am in heaven and quickly fall asleep. My mom wakes me. I wake up right away. She talks to me about being appreciative to Mr. Lawrence and don't take things for granted and stuff like that. By the time I get up, my dick is not hard and I put on new everythings. She doesn't have to take me cause I have my bike, my new, cool bike. I head off. I get my papers and hope everybody notices me on my new bike. I throw papers even at the destroyed houses, just in case. I finish my route and ride my bike back to his house, our temporary home. I do wonder where all our stuff went. It didn't just disappear. Maybe its 2000 miles away in Canada or something. When I get to his house, they are eating breakfast and I join them. Its nice, being all together. I wonder if he wants to marry my mom? Anyway she leaves and kisses me goodbye. Mr. Lawrence says well change into some old clothes, you got some dirty work to do. Then he laughs. Cause I don't have any old clothes. They all blew away. I do wear my old shoes. I wonder where my dirty underwear ended up. I picture them flying in someones face. Haha. So I go out and pile up branches, hauling them all the way to the front near the street. It takes a ton of muscles, and of course it gets hot. He comes out in an hour and motions for me to come take a break. He has koolaid. We sit on the porch and relax. I cool off and get back to work. Theres a lot of stuff to haul. And also, how am going to mow his lawn with no mower and no lawn? Well he still has a front yard. Back to work. At lunch time he comes out and says break for lunch. Well I didn't bring a lunch, since I sort of live here now. He says hose off and come inside. So I strip and hose off. I just wrap the towel around my waist and go in. He asks if I want a sandwich and what do I want on it. I tell him I can make it, but he says he want to. So I sit at the counter and watch him make me 2 sandwiches. Well I guess that was a good idea cause I end up eating both of them. "Want to swim before heading back out?" he asks. "Yeah." I pull of the towel and dive in. He sits and watches me and gives me a few more diving helps. "Back to work now." I dry off, go outside and dress. And haul and haul and haul. For a couple more hours with a break in the middle. I hose off and go in. Hes not around so I just go for a swim. My mom comes in the front door. I jump out of the pool, grab the towel, dry off quick and wrap it around and run to meet her. "Glad to see you," she says. "Got a job!" "Wow. That was fast." "I start tomorrow." "Cool. What is it?" "Waitress at Cocos. My old manager works there now. He was happy to hire me." "Cool." "Were you swimming naked?" "Yeah, remember Mr. Lawrence said it was ok. Is it ok?" "I guess, if that's what you want to do and he doesn't mind." But she looks kinda funny about it. I grab her and show her all the work I did outside. I dress on the porch when we go back in. She goes to her room. I go to the kitchen, to get the plates and stuff ready for dinner. For some reason I am thinking that the jacking off stuff that Mr. Lawrence and I do is naughty, and maybe I shouldn't tell my mom. I think its just thing for guys. She joins me in the kitchen and get dinner started. A few weeks later, we move out into a apartment. I will miss living with Mr. Lawrence. He bought me a mower, way better than my last one and I do his lawn until fall comes and all the grass dies. Still skinney dipping and jacking off together on those Saturdays. I am looking forward to this next summer, hoping he will let me mow and we can have some more fun together.