From: D One Subject: A Summer Day Date: Wed, 15 Jul 1998 07:12:09 GMT My vacation weeks started with my sleeping in and wandering through the house in my boxers as if I were in some sort of sureal dream. The doorbell woke me just as I had my fist sip of coffee. Brad stood there smiling and looking as if he were ready to attack all that was wrong with the world..damn youth! He was there to begin the task of making up for months of my ignoring the yard, flowers and overall condition of the outside of my home. It was summer after all, and time to pay attention to what months of snow, ice and rain had covered. I nodded and gave him the key to the tool shed..and watched as he bounced with his youthful energy towards a hot day of work. I watched through the windows at him. So young, so full of energy, pulling weeds, cutting lawn, digging dirt and slowly stripping until his pink skin was bared to the sun..and turned red with its affects. My aged dick stirred strained and begged for atttention. I gave it what it wanted but hours later as I watched Brad bent over showing the shape of his round firm butt, it begged again and I shamelessly responded while standing there and watching him. I laughed at myself as I wiped my sperm off the kitchen counters, cubbord door and floor. He knocked on the door stirring me from a nap that two orgasms or general need had required of me. He said he'd be back the next day and I complimented him on his work. I hadn't really seen the work but the sight of him working was enough for me. I dozed, watche late night television and eventually slept only to be awakened by the clattering of metal outside my window. Brad was there again..it was day time and he was hard at work. His white tee shirt showed his lean physique and he wore cutoffs which displayed his nice thighs and proportionally shaped calfs....which were hidden by jeans the day before. As I puttered inside the house protected by the air conditioner, I saw Brad slowly reddened and turned into a sweaty figure by what was obviously a very hot and humid day. I offered him cold drinks which he accepted and seemed to absorb rather then swallow. I was determined to act more adult and not jack off every time I watched him. I was doing so well until mid afternoon. He knocked on the door. I opened it and saw him standing there like a soaken wet animal..his body had sweat so much his white tee shirt was translucent. His legs had streams of sweat beadding down them. His face looked like he was one step from exhaustion. "Can I come in awhile?" he asked. I fussed over him and gave him something cool to drink. He seemed to slowly recover as we talked about the yard, life and nothing too important. My cock was rock hard....and probably visable in my boxers....for that was all I wore at the time. "I suppose I ought to get back to work" he said not too believingly. I suggested he should pace himself and perhaps finish another day. He was hesitant but didn't refute me. "Besides" I said "I think it's time to give you some bonus for all your hard work" He stood there looking confused. I found the bottom of his tee shirt and peeled it like a banana skin up and off his body. He didn't resist. I was suprised his tee shirt was still totaly wet. His body too seemed to glisten from sweat despite the time he had spent indoor recovering. "You need to relax" I said. His cutoffs rested on his hipbones...so low that I could see the top of his pubic hair. I reached for the top button. "You'll feel better if you relax" I said "If you do that, they'll probably fall off me" he said. I unbuttoned the top button and indeed the cutoffs fell to the floor. I bent over and gently lifted each foot until the cutoffs were in a pile of their own. His shoes too seemed to slip off as easily. He was naked now.....staring at me...accepting the cold drink I offered and let me use a kitchen towel all over his body. "You need to stay like that and rest..come on" I led him into the living room where we sat and talked. His naked youthful smooth body was there for me to touch, caress, stroke and hold..and I did all those things. He didn't resist, nor did he thank me, it seemed natural. "I guess I better go " he said at one point....perhaps anticipating my mental image of us having wild sex. "Stay for dinner..." I said in reply. "Do I have to dress?" he asked We ate pizza sitting on the living room floor while watching tv. He was still naked and I wore my boxers the the tent like front. "I have lots to do tommorrow...will have to start very early..is that ok?" he asked as I held him while we laughed at Jay Leno's jokes. "Why don't you stay here and that way you can start work whenever you like?" "Ok" was all he said. We kissed, sucked and fucked for hours and hours. He didn't do much the next day in the yard. We didn't getout of bed till midday and we shared the early afternoon enjoying more sexual pleasures in the shower and back on my bed. He barely pulled on his cutoffs to go outside again. I watched my barefoot boy lover bend over..hopeing his cutoffs would fall down on their own. I noted he had zipped the fly but not buttoned them...... I held his bare hips as I fucked him while he bent over the same kitcen table we had eaten breakfast/lunch on earlier. I lay in my bed as he licked and sucked me past the orgasm I thoroughly enjoyed. He curled up in my arms his head resting on my hairy chest with his fingers enjoying what body fur I had until we both slept. The next day he wasoutside again.....working hard and coming in so I could peel his sweat soaked white tee shirt off him and have sex again. Vacation ended too early...Brad finished catching up on theyard work just as early. "Want me to come back on weekends?" he asked. I nodded.