Date: Sat, 20 Nov 2004 15:51:01 -0800 From: Bob Hook Subject: Yard Work Boy Yet another work of fiction. This story will contain descriptions of sexual activity between an adult male, and teenage boy, or boys. If this subject violates your community standards, etc, don't read on! Also, it is intended for adult audiences. You can share the story with friens, if you want, but...if there is any money involved....it's mine!! Lol Yard Work Boy (Part 1) Springtime! Weeds grow so fast, you can almost hear them climb out of the warming soil, seeming to get an inch taller, every warm, sunny day! And the damn lawn was looking like one of those old 60's shag carpets, and, I haven't even mentioned the frigging swimming pool out back! That was another whole story, all by itself, with the damn leaves floating around in it, settling to the bottom, and plugging up the skimmer! I really, really, needed to do something, and soon, too! I had been home for two weeks now, recovering, slowly, from some knee surgery. I was improving, doing my strength exercises faithfully, and would be all the way back, eventually, but not soon. I was limited by the Doc, and had been seriously admonished regarding overdoing things, especially all things necessary to square away my overgrown yard! Kneeling, bending, lifting, etc, were all serious "no-no's" which would result in added recovery time, should I opt to be stubborn, and not follow doc's directions, to a tee. I had sustained a similar injury to the other knee, playing high school football, and had recovered much quicker, but, I was, what, 16 then, and it just takes more time and effort at age 34! Plus, now that I lived alone, there was no one to pamper, or take care of me, except me! I stood on the driveway, surveying the jungle, and silently fuming, when, out of nowhere, a tiny, yelping, Weenie dog scrambled between my legs, on a dead run, damn near knocking me over! "Hey!!", I yelled at the yapping mutt, and then heard, from behind me, "Stretch.....dang it....get over here!!" Came the excited, cracking, voice. I turned, and was almost knocked over a second time, by a charging teen boy, in hot pursuit of the Weenie dog, whom, I now assumed, was Stretch! "Oh jeez, Mister....I'm really sorry!!" The lad croaked, as he flashed around me, and scooped up the yelping, squirming, Stretch. He corralled the mutt, and calmed him down some, then returned, to stand in front of me, sheepishly looking down, and his face all flushed. "Sorry," He uttered, "He gets kinda wild, sometimes, if he gets loose, like that!" He told me, and then smiled. I paused, and surveyed the boy before me. Maybe, 13, or 14, at most. He was fairly tall for that age, I guessed about 5' 8", but thin, maybe 110 pounds, like right after a good meal. His hair was a light brown, shaggy cut, extended over his collar a bit, and was sun bleached, with lighter shaded streaks. His face was adorable, as he stood there, a sweet, boyish, grin going on, which displayed his perfect, shiny white, teeth. There were deep dimples in each creamy cheek, and his complexion was slightly rosy, and flawless. I let my eyes slide down his length, and noted a firm, though thin, upper body, and a smooth, flat stomach, exposed by the short, cutoff, tee shirt he was wearing. His fairly snug shorts hinted at a nicely displayed boy bulge, and below that, trim, defined, thighs, and legs, hairless, and toned. I brought my gaze back up to meet his eyes, and noted the brilliant blue there, almost an aqua color, clear, and shining. To a lifelong, deeply in the closet, boy lover like me, this was, indeed, a tasty looking treat!! I returned his smile, and said, "No problem, dude, I'm still standing!!" I chuckled. He laughed, and muttered, "Right...cool!" And managed to leash the squirmy hound, and set him on the driveway. I put my hand out, and told the boy, "I'm Chris, by the way....I live here." I said, nodding toward the house. He took my hand in his smaller one, and said, "Hey, Chris, I'm Jason.....we live around the corner, down there." And he indicated the direction with a nod of his head, then added, "I knew ya lived here...I've seen ya before, like walking by, and mowing, and stuff." I grinned at the cutie some more, and said, "Really...dude..I musta been, like, seriously involved in my work...if I failed to notice a Mr. Studley, like you, walk past!!" His cheeks flushed up a little at that, and he dropped his eyes, studying his worn tennis shoes. "So, Jason....I guess you probably go to Riverside High, right..?" I inquired. He met my eyes again, and I got a little lost in the azure pools. "Well...when school starts after summer, I will, yea...I'm graduating from Lindon school in like 3 more weeks!" Lindon, I knew, was the area middle school, so that would mean Jason was soon to be graduating 8th grade! "Awesome!" I replied, "getting to High School is a way cool thing!" he smiled some more, and nodded his head. The mutt had greatly calmed itself, and had been quietly sitting at Jason's feet during our exchange, and I knelt down, and stroked it's ears, and said, "Well....stretch, here, seems like he's being a nice weenie, now!" I joked, and then looked part way up, fixed my gaze squarely on the yummy bulge in Jason's snug shorts, and pausing, said, "Yup...a really nice weenie!" then stood back up, grinning at the blushing boy, who, had most definitely caught my drift! "Uh...yea...well....MOST of the time...he's...uh.. a pretty good Weenie!! And he giggled sweetly. "Hey, Jason," I said, "I was just going to get a cold drink...would you like a soda..or something?" I asked him. "OK, Chris...yea, sure, cool!" He replied. "Come on!" I said, and we started toward the house, Stretch in tow. Jason looped the leash over the door knob, and enjoined Stretch to "stay", and he and I entered the house. "Grab a seat anywhere," I told him, "Pepsi..or, Root Beer..?" I asked, heading into the kitchen. "Pepsi's cool!" came his reply. I retrieved the cool sodas from the fridge, and returned to the living room. Jason was seated on the sofa, and I handed him his Pepsi. "Thanks, Chris!" he said, "This will be great...I been chasing Stretch for a while!" and he giggled again. I sat opposite him, in my Recliner chair, and we chatted a while, school, sport, etc. I noticed that Jason's long, smooth legs were cramped by the Coffee table, and told him, "Hey, dude, just put your feet up on the table, and be comfy...can't hurt that table any!" He looked relieved at that, and sat back, stretching his lean legs out, feet on the table, and crossing his legs, one over the other. This had the effect of scrunching his boy goodies between his crossed legs, and his mound became more pronounced, and defined, in his snug shorts. My eyes settled there, as we continued to chat, and sip our sodas. Jason noticed the elastic brace on my knee, and asked, "what happened to your leg, Chris?" I flexed it a bit, then explained about the surgery, and the recovery process I was undergoing. "Bummer!" he replied. I sprained my ankle before, like, really bad, playing Little League, so I sorta know how it feels!" I nodded, agreeing, and said, "Yea...kinda sucks, for sure!" Jason recrossed his legs, and unconsciously reached down to adjust his cock inside his shorts. I watched it roll under the taut material, and subtly licked my lips. "The really bad part of this damned knee, is that the Doc's won't let me do anything heavy, and the yard is getting like a jungle, and the pool is even worse!" I lamented. Jason perked up a bit, and said, "Pool!!?" I nodded, "Yeah...out back....but, right now it's less that beautiful!" I replied. He sat forward, and asked, "Can I see it?" I smiled, and said, "sure!" and stood up. Jason swung his feet clear of the coffee table, and quickly stood, once again reaching down to tweak his bulging cock, inside his snug shorts. I showed him out to the back yard, and as we stepped onto the covered patio, is eyes widened, as he focused on the swimming pool. "Awesome!" he chimed, "That's a hella sweet pool, Chris!" It was nice, actually. In ground, 38 feet by 20 feet, a sweeping curve, almost kidney shaped, surrounded by used brick decking, which rolled over the pool edge, and served as coping tiles. About half way down the straight side, the pool was joined by a Spa, equipped with multiple jets, and benches for up to four occupants. There was various landscape scattered about, and the outer property lines were ringed with lush, thick, trees, providing total backyard privacy. I had splurged on installing it, as a celebration of the end of my brief marriage....sort of a present to myself! Jason traipsed around the pool, Checking out the Spa, and bouncing on the diving board. "You can see what I meant," I said, "Leaves...tons of them!" He nodded, and said, "Yea....I gotta rake up tons of them at home too!" We walked back inside, and resumed our respective seats. Jason once again placed his feet up on the coffee table, crossed his bare legs at the ankle, and reached down to adjust his boyhood in the snug shorts. I licked my lips some more! As we chatted, I learned that Jason shared home with his mom and dad, and a brother, Jimmy, who had just turned 11. His dad was a trucker, and often away from home for extended periods. His Mother was an R.N., who worked various shifts at one of the local hospitals. His home life was "pretty much cool", though at times, he felt, he was stuck caring for Jimmy more than he liked. He was a serious baseball player, liked to shoot hoops with friends at the park, or the school, but he was not on the school team. His primary methods of transportation were his skateboard, or his bike. He was a movie fan, and listened to mostly rock, or hip hop, music. Fairly typical, for going on 14. What was NOT typical, I soon learned, was Jason's maturity level, and his social ease when associating with an adult. He was very chatty, and seemed much at ease sprawled on my sofa, his feet crossed on my table. He freely talked about himself, and made numerous references to his best bud, a boy named Bryan, or, "Bry." They had apparently been best friends since like age 8, and hung out together almost constantly, often doing sleepovers at each others homes. Bryan, it seemed, could do little wrong, in Jason's eyes! After a time, Jason announced that he needed to get home, and he stood, again reaching down to openly adjust the position of his meat in the shorts. He caught me watching the movement, and blushed slightly, murmuring, "Prolly shoulda put on undies, but I was in a rush to catch Stretch!" And he grinned, sheepishly. I chuckled, and ruffled his silky hair, saying, "Naa..going commando feels great....I do it myself...often! He looked at me, then grinned, saying, "Cool!" As he turned to the door, I let my eyes fall onto his tight little bubble butt, and noted the material of the shorts had wedged slightly, defining the cleft of his butt, and the snug globes on either side. "Nice!" I silently commented! He reclaimed the leash that contained Stretch, and we walked down the breezway, to the driveway, my eyes watching the motion of that sweet butt! As we were saying our goodbyes, I turned to Jason, and asked, "Hey Jason...you wouldn't by any chance be interested in making some spending money, would you?" He looked at me, and answered, "Are you kidding....SURE, I'd be interested in that!" I indicated my knee brace, and said, "Well, like I said, I can't do any of the yard, or pool, cleanup, so I was thinking, maybe....? He got my drift instantly, and brightened, exclaiming, "Hey...for sure...yea...I can do all that stuff for you!" I chuckled at his excitement, and asked, "Would your parents be OK with you doing that?" he nodded, and answered, "Yea...sure..no problem, dude...I mean....it's like just around the corner, and stuff!" So, we made tentative arrangements for Jason to come back tomorrow morning, assuming it was approved by his parents, and begin the yard cleanup, and we struck a fee for services agreement. I gave him my phone number, and said for his mom to call me, if she had any questions about our plan. He, and stretch, headed down the driveway, me watching that sweet rear, and again, licking my lips! Jason's Mother did, in fact, call that evening, and I explained my knee situation, and the shambles of my yard, and pool, and she was fine with Jason doing the work for me, but admonished me not to overpay him, just be fair, for what quality of job he performed. I assured her that I would demand a first class result, and that I'd pay him accordingly. Around 9:00, the next morning, Jason arrived, all bright eyed, and ready for his work day! He was wearing cut-off levis, strings of fringe at the cut-off hems, which reached about midway down his firm, smooth thighs. The material was tight, and stretched nicely across his cute butt, and bulged with promise at the crotch! He had on another of the half length tee shirts, with "Punk Rules", emblazoned on the front. His feet were encased in the same worn tennis as yesterday, and I idly wondered about the commando part, unable to be sure, due to the tightness of the cut-off's! I showed him the location of the tools, and provided a huge box of leaf bags, and he started in on the front lawn, raking, and bagging leaves. The day was bright, and sunny, and soon grew into downright warm! I was perched on a lawn chair, my bad leg resting on a chair opposite, in a perfect position to observe young Jason's anatomy, as he bent, stooped, and crouched!! The kid had a great body, and it was definitely ringing several of my secret boy-bells! About 11:00, the sun had moved around the house, and was bathing the front yard fully. I sucked in a quick breath, as I watched Jason pause, and swipe his forearm across his sweating brow, then, grab the short hem of his tee shirt, and shrug it off, pulling it over his head. As his arms fully extended over his head, I drank in the sight of his totally smooth chest, his outsized nipples, maybe about quarter coin sized, and the complete lack of hair at his creamy underarms! My eyes drifted down, noting the flat, hairless, tummy, with it's cute, small, flat, button, and the smooth patch of skin below, leading under the waist band of the snug levis, nicely bulged, containing the boy treasure that was sure to lurk there! I felt my own cock twitch, as some very un-neighborly ideas crossed my horny mind! Shame on me! He's a kid, I told myself, and most likely a virgin, and he would, very probably, go running to Mommy, yelling all the way, should he have any idea of the thoughts I was currently processing, regarding things I would love to be doing with his now near naked young body! Turns out Jason was a very willing and eager worker, though I would happily have paid him a small fortune to just stand close, and let me drink in his sexy boy beauty! By noon, he had completely cleared the front yard of its ilk, and there were about 10 stuffed full leaf bags neatly lined up next to the garbage can! The front lawn was neatly mowed, and trimmed, and the flower beds were now weed free! I was impressed, and pleased! "Hey Dude!" I called to him, "Break time!" He picked up his head, and looked over at me, then grinned, saying, "Right on, Chris....sounds like a plan, to me!!" He walked over to my table, and stopped at my side. I was drooling....his face, and smooth torso were covered in a light sheen of sweat, there was dirt on each kneecap, His silky hair was mussed, and some fine strands lay stuck to his sweaty forehead. My eyes rested on his crotch, and drank in the definition of his cock, where it rested at his groin, the head outlined against his left thigh. I would have bet heavy on his being cut! His balls were snugged up tightly below, and caused the taut Levis to bunch there, invitingly! His thighs were sweat shiny, firm and hairless, as were his lower legs. God, I thought, this kid is a serious knockout! He pulled out a chair, and sat, pulling a rag from his pocket, and wiped sweat from his sweet face. "Getting sorta hot!" He observed, and I agreed. "You did a great job, Jason!!" I told him, "The front looks great!" And I let my eyes linger on his snug package a second. He grinned, and replied, "Cool....I'm really glad you like how the front looks!" and he chuckled softly. Hmmm, I wondered, did he actually get that...? I smiled at him, and asked, "how about a sandwich, and a cold drink?" he nodded vigorously, and answered, "Sounds great, Chris, thanks!" I stood, and started toward the house, saying, "You can wash up at the sink in the garage, if you want." He nodded, and, standing, headed in that direction. (End Part 1) Off, and running! Reader comments to bobhook10@hotmail.com