Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2018 08:43:19 +0000 From: River Wild Subject: Seducing the Yard Worker Part 1 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, any similarities to real persons is entirely coincidental. The story features sexual activity between an adult male and a willing boy. If you are forbidden from accessing such material, or if it is likely to offend, then read no further. Comments to riverwild80@outlook.com Please consider donating to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Seducing the Yard Worker Part 1 It was the first Monday of summer break and I was so relieved I didn't have to go to school. I had just turned 15 in May and the previous school year had been a real hell. It's like all of a sudden everyone in school found out I was gay and I was teased and bullied constantly. I was out to a few girlfriends and I guess word spread out. I was so happy I didn't have to endure the teasing for a couple months. Both my parents work full time and I'm an only child, but I can entertain myself and was looking forward to my summer freedom. I've know I'm gay since I was around 12. I remember browsing a magazine and finding pictures of a movie actor shirtless at the beach. He doesn't have a perfect body or is even that famous, but there was something about him that made me weak. I guess he looked a little sleazy and that turned me on. And that's been my type ever since. Older, not shy about going shirtless and just a little trashy. I masturbate a lot thinking about guys like that. Despite all the masturbating I was still a virgin at 15. I'm about 5'8" and weight 140 lbs. I don't practice any sports so I'm lucky to be fit. I have a 29 in waist and a small but round ass. My hairstyle is a very trendy undercut, my hair is brown and my eyes a kind of greenish brown. I think I'm cute, I just have no idea how to hook up with guys. This summer things are about to change. The week before summer break I overhear my parents talking about our backyard. We've been in this house in the suburbs of Boston for 3 years and the yard remains a disaster. My parents are always busy and I'm not prone to manual labor. Over dinner my parents tell me they've hired a landscaping service, but I find the topic boring and hardly pay attention. I guess I should have. I get up around 11 on that first Monday of summer break. I check my phone and find a text from my mom telling me the yard worker is already here. That I should go down, introduce myself and make sure the backdoor is open so he has access to the fridge and the downstairs bathroom. OK now I'm curious. I was expecting a landscaping company not just one guy. I get out of bed to take a look at the yard and suddenly I feel I'm going to faint. He's the hottest guy I've seen. Clearly Latino, probably Brazilian. Late 20s or early 30s, it's hard to tell. He's pushing a wheelbarrow and he's sweating profusely. Boston summers can be so hot and humid. He's wearing really dirty jeans and work boots and he's taken his shirt off. He's probably 5'11'' and looks like he works out a lot. He has dark, longish hair and has a big tribal tattoo on his left shoulder and another tattoo on his chest right above his right nipple. His skin is glistening and I feel a little weak on my knees. I have a thousand thoughts in five seconds. I'm 15, I'm horny and I'm not dumb. I've heard about how sexual Latino men are. I have a drawer full of sexy outfits I've bought on-line and in vintage stores but that I've never work in public. I have the whole summer and nothing to do or nowhere to go. Actually change that, now I'm on a mission. I chose carefully what to wear for our introduction. I decide on some retro gym short shorts. They're red with white trim. They're kind of tight and make my ass look great. I pair them with a cropped white mesh jersey and some super cute Nike hi-tops with no socks. I fix my hair, take a deep breath and run downstairs. When I open the backdoor he's unloading some big rocks from the wheelbarrow. He doesn't notice I've opened the door so I say, "Hey there". He looks up and smiles. He starts walking towards the house and I can tell he's checking me out. "You must be Julian" he says, "your mother told me you'll be here". He's shacking my hand now and I hear "nice to meet you I'm Tiago". I can smell the dirt on his jeans and he's sweat and all of a sudden I'm overwhelmed. He keeps smiling and asks "How old are you Julian?". It takes me a few seconds to register the question. "I'm 15" I said. "You look younger" Tiago says. I don't know what to say and we stay silent for what feels like an eternity while Tiago keeps smiling and looking at me. Finally, I compose myself and muster "Well, help yourself to anything in the fridge". As I'm walking back into the house I hear Tiago "Hey Julian". I turn around "Yes?". "Nice shorts" he says with a wink.