Date: Wed, 4 Feb 2009 19:43:28 +0000
From: horn boy <hotipsboy@googlemail.com>
Subject: the gardener part 1

It started on Tuesday. I had a few days off work and was glad the sun was
beating down. I lived in a block of flats that had a large courtyard in the
middle. I was planning to go down and find a spot in the sun. All I had on
was a t-shirt and shorts and when I got down there I pulled the shirt off.
I laid on the grass and let the sun fall on my body. I was quite proud of
it actually I had spent 2 years losing 3 stone and tightening up those
muscles that had been hidden. With the summer here I had also had my chest
waxed to show of the muscles more, just leaving a dark trail poking out of
my shorts up to my belly button.

After about an hour I heard a noise and looked up to see the gardener
pruning the shrubs. He was new, I hadn't seen him before. With the summer
holidays here he was probably a college kid earning some summer money. As I
carefully looked him over under my sunglasses I could see he was athletic
and tanned. As if he was reading my mind he pulled on his t shirt and took
it off. Underneath there was a young body, tanned and with a covering of
hair that seemed out of place with his youth.

I pushed myself up on my elbows to get a better look as he moved around the
plants working his muscles in his back and legs. He started to gather up
the trimmings and walk towards the compost heap when he tripped and dropped
them. I leapt up and jogged over to give him a hand.

"here let me help" I said, getting a better look at him. He must have been
early twenties, very early twenties!  "thanks" he replied. We walked over
to the corner and dumped the trimmings. As we stood up I saw him glance
over my body. "the name's Chris, I'm the temporary gardener" offering his
hand. I shook it feeling a firm grip. "Hi, I'm Nate, I live on the ground
floor in 1F over there" pointing to the set of open patio doors.

"Well thanks for that I am finished for today but I'll be back tomorrow.
They want me to take some of the branches out of those trees and I don't
have my harness today." Chris replied.

I jumped on the moment, "You have been working hard all morning do you want
a drink before you go?" "Sure" he replied.

He walked over to his t shirt and picked it up and tucked it in his shorts
and then followed me into the flat. "beer?" I asked, "sure".

"I see you work out a bit" he asked as I brought over two cold beers. "yeah
I've been getting the beach body ready for the summer" I laughed." You
don't look too bad yourself, must be all that gardening."

"yeah and I play for the University football and rugby team when I'm
there".

I looked him over again in light of this news. I could see where he got the
definition in his chest and legs from. And even though he was hairy the
tanned body and his dark hair with blue eyes set it all off. Distracted by
the hair around his nipples I didn't see how he did t but he managed to
drop his beer in his lap and get his overalls soaked. He leapt up and
called out "shit, sorry have you got a cloth?"

I reached over the counter and grabbed a hand towel and passed it to him.
He dabbed at the liquid but it had socked him through. "if they find out
I've been drinking they will sack me", he seemed genuinely concerned.  "if
you want I can put them n the wash and dry them for you if you can wait
about an hour", I replied. I was trying to be helpful but I also wanted to
see him out of those work shorts.

"that would be great but there's one more problem, you see I've not had
time to do any washing and I didn't have any underwear this morning so I
just pulled these on". He looked down , rather embarrassed.

" hey it's alright I'll pull the door to and the curtains and get you a
towel to wrap around you" I replied and got up and walked to the bathroom.
When I returned I was shocked. Chris stood there starkers, holding out his
shorts to me as I held the towel. Clearly he wasn't that embarrassed, all
those football and rugby locker rooms must have knocked it out of him. I
scanned his body. The hairy chest led down to a thick black bush that sat
above a fat veiny cock that sat on a pair of low hanging shaved balls. The
cock had to be 6" soft and was uncut. The hood of his foreskin was hanging
over his cock head. The black hair continued on his legs all the way down.

 "cheers" he said as he took the towel. However he didn't wrap it around
him he just used it to sit on. I hurried into the kitchen and put the
overalls into the machine and hurried back. He just sat on the couch with
his cock and balls resting on the towel sipping on his beer. As he tipped
hi head back his hand instinctively reached down and scratched the thick
black bush. This caused his cock to move up and down as he did it. I
couldn't take my eyes off it. The scratching had made his foreskin pull
back slightly. He sat back up and caught me looking at his cock. He placed
the bottle down and stood up.

" you seem really interested in something there? Anything I can help you
with?" he asked. "I, er, no, I was just looking at your foreskin, it's
quite big and I don't have one so I was just curious..." I replied.

Chris' hand went down to his cock and pulled on the drooping foreskin. He
then grabbed the shaft and pulled the foreskin back over his cock head. He
exposed a glistening red head and the skin bunched up behind the helmet
before slowly slipping back over and covering the end of his cock.

"lets have a look at yours then" he said. I glanced down, I could tell that
my cock was already semi hard from having the gardener stand naked in front
of me; I couldn't be sure what would happen next if I dropped my shorts. I
put my thumbs in the waist band and eased my shorts down. The trail of hair
that ran from my belly button went all the way down to a neatly trimmed
bush above my cock. I had shaved my balls that morning and they hung
loosely against my cock. The shorts worked their way down my tanned legs
brushing the golden hairs as they went. I stood up and looked Chris in the
eyes. My cock wasn't as hard as I thought and I felt confident standing
there, tanned, trimmed and taught as this young, muscular, hairy guy had a
wry smile on his lips.

"do you mind if I have a look? It's just that I haven't seen a cut guy this
close before" Chris said. Before I could answer he had fell to his knees
and was looking intently at my cock. I could feel the blood rushing to my
groin and I could see my cock start to twitch and grow under his gaze.


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