Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2008 18:59:00 -0500
From: Richard J. Burns <rjbanda@msn.com>
Subject: THE TREE TRIMMER PART ONE

THE TREE TRIMMER (a true story) PART ONE

Having spent the majority of the last years of grammar school in bed with
various ailments that my mother imagined, I emerged at age 13 as a complete
geek. I had few male friends, an absentee father, very few male role
models, and a brother who had been in Korea for 22 months. I spent most of
my time reading books. I loved the Hardy Boys mysteries and the Rick Blaine
science fiction books. I also loved Broadway Musicals.

Some of my medications had caused a growth spurt, I was 6' 2" and 105
pounds on my thirteenth birthday. My hair was a combination blonde/red and
I had "Robert Redford" blue eyes. I had started to have wet dreams and I
got erections, but I really had no idea of what to do with them. Hair had
started to grow in my groin but it was sparse and orange in color. I, of
course, assumed that my equipment in the crotch area was undersized.

As the boners increased in intensity I found that I liked going thru my
brother's underwear drawer. I also liked looking at bare-chested men in
magazines and I looked at the men's underwear ads in the Sears
catalogue. These actions made that boner even more granite-like.

My mother had started going out on afternoons. She went to the Race Track
to bet on the horses.  I found my brother's bicycle in the garage one day
and decided to learn how to ride the damn thing. There was a small park not
far from our house that was rarely used. It had sidewalks that rimmed the
park and criss-crossed it as well.  The water fountain was right at the
center of the park, the tennis court was to the east, and two baseball
diamonds to the west. On a beautiful May Day I went to the park which was
absolutely deserted.  There was only one car on the street, a station wagon
with the old wood panels on the side.

So I started to practice riding the Schwinn. I was doing pretty well except
for turns. The right angles were becoming easier, but the tight corners
were scary to me. I kept telling myself "You can do this, you can do it"
but all of a sudden I heard a screech that frightened me and I fell off the
Bike

The noise was coming from a tree top and I looked up to see a tree trimmer
perched in the branches of the oak trees. He had ropes and saws and I
thought he was "Tarzan".

He hollered at me, asking if I was all right and I got up, gave him a
thumbs up signal and sat on a park bench to watch him work. Well actually,
I did not want him to see me ride because I was embarrassed about the fall.

I had also managed to obtain four of my dad's cigarettes and my older
brother's zippo lighter. So I lit up and watched him work. He was a work of
art, tanned and toned. A crew cut, button fly jeans and a tight white
t-shirt. I could feel my boner starting to rise.

He slid down an elm tree like it was a fire pole. I found myself turning
red because I did not want him to see that I was staring at him. He walked
towards me pulling the t-shirt out of the jeans and taking it off.

"Keep your eye on this kid" he shouted while throwing the shirt at me. "How
is the water?" as he walked towards the fountain. He seemed to drink
forever but it was fine with me because I could stare at the way his tight
jeans held onto his fantastic butt.  When he finished drinking he made the
faucet squirt water into his face and onto his chest and drip past the wide
belt into his jeans.  I was in heaven.. "Too fucking hot for May!" "Why
aren't you in school?"

I could not answer, my tongue was in my throat as I stared at the muscles
in his chest and his lack of a stomach. I began staring at his button fly
jeans and the bulge pushing on the buttons from the inside.  I broke into a
sweat.

"Hey kid you should not be smoking, but do you have an extra one?" He sat
down next to me and I fumbled getting him a smoke and then I tried to light
it for him. The goddamn zippo would not open and I dropped it. "Boy, kid,
are you nervous I am not gonna bite you!" I laughed nervously and responded
"I know"

We made small talk and exchanged names and handshakes. His name was Tim,
mine Paul. His hands were so strong and calloused. I told him I was
learning to ride and that I had been sick. We chatted about sicknesses and
just when I was feeling comfortable talking to him, he said "Too much
coffee this morning, think I will water the grass"

At that point he was up about 2 feet behind me and to my right. He
unbuckled his belt and popped the buttons on his jeans. My heart stopped as
each button came undone and I stared. He opened his jeans and I saw this
manila mesh thing he was wearing. I think I started to drool I was so
fascinated.

Then he pushed the top of that underwear thing down and took out his penis
which was so different than mine. Of course it was longer and much thicker
but it had some kind of covering on it. He pushed the covering back and
this red tip came out and he let loose like a fire hose. I was overwhelmed,
my mouth was so dry, I am sure I was licking my lips while staring.

It took him a long time to empty his bladder and I watched every drop, then
he shook it vigorously and put that covering over it. He put it in his
underwear, but did not do up the buttons. "Did you enjoy the show?"

I turned bright red and said "I am sorry,...I am going home now "and
started to leave.  "Not so fast kid", he grabbed my shoulders and sat me
back down. "I want to know what you found so damn interesting?"

I stammered and stuttered but managed to say "Your buttons, never seen
pants with buttons." He is now standing in front of me with his pants still
open and I can see his cock thru the mesh thing and there is a wet spot
where the tip of his cock must be. I started shaking as he held me down
with his hands on his shoulders.

He started laughing and said "Nice try kid but I think you were looking at
more than my buttons."

I made terrified guttural noises at first and then said "it was the
underwear, I have never seen anything like that."

End of Part One