Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 01:30:14 EDT
From: JstaFlyOnTheWall@aol.com
Subject: How Lucky Can You Get? Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: The events and characters depicted in this story are purely
fictional. Any resemblence to real people or places is a coincidence and
should just be forgotten about...  no harm is intended to anyone! This
story containes situations of a sexual nature between males. If this is
offensive to you, you probably shouldn't be at this site! If it is illegal
for you to read this in your locale, you probably need to stop reading at
this moment.

NOTE: This is my first submission to Nifty. I hope you enjoy it! And now...



HOW LUCKY CAN YOU GET?
by Geoffrey Chassen
Copyright 2005. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.


Chapter One: The Angel Gabriel Arrives


I returned from the funeral home after making final arrangements for my
mother's funeral.  I thought I would be a lot sadder than I was. After all,
Mom was the only one who supported me when my father found out about my
sexuality. Being the social climber that he was, I wasn't totally surprised
to be disowned when he found out. But I guess I should tell you first how
that all came about.

About four years ago I was housesitting for my folks while they were
enjoying a vacation in Hawaii. On what I had figured to be their last day
away, I called the gardener to come and spruce up the lawn for them.
Ricardo couldn't make it on such short notice, but noting my disappointment
over the phone, he asked if I wouldn't mind if is son Gabriel could do the
job. After assuring me that he had been helping him out for more than three
years, and that he actually was more talented than he... I agreed.

Me? I'm 38 years old. I'm in pretty good shape as I try to make it to the
gym once or twice a week. That's about as much time as I can get in with my
job as a partner in a corporate law firm. The hours are horrendous, but
since I'm single and gay, there's no family obligations to get in the way
of my career. I'm 5'10" tall, weigh about 170-175 (depending on the
frequency of my gym visits). My friends tell me I'm married to my work and
I'll never find my soulmate until I slow down a bit. I really don't have to
work that much, I just love the challenge. You see, my grandmother set me
and my mother (her daughter) up with this amazing trust fund that more than
keeps us in the lifestyle she wanted for us.

About forty minutes later the doorbell rang. As I opened the massive oak
door, I figured I must have died earlier in the day. It had to be so
because standing in front of me truly was an angel! He was about 5'6" tall,
looked to weigh about 130 pounds. He looked to be 18-19 years old with
broad shoulders, a nice, muscular chest and a torso that tapered down to
narrow hips. As my eyes wandered lower, I was brought out of my trance with
a persistant "Hello! Mr. Jacobson?"

"Oh, I'm sorry! You must be Gabriel. Your father said he was going to send
you over."

"Yes sir," the adorable hispanic youth replied. I noticed he had a backpack
with him. I told him that he didn't need to bring anything, that we had all
of the necessary tools and equipment in the garden shed out back.

"Oh, I know that Mr. Jacobson. It's just that when I finish here, I'm going
to hang out with some of my friends so I brought a change of clothes.
Umm... would it be okay if I cleaned up here and changed before I head
across town? I promise to clean up after myself... you won't even know I
was here!"

Ha! One of the most beautiful young men I have ever seen is standing two
feet in front of me! It was going to be impossible to not notice he was
here!

Once again, I came out of a trance. "Gabriel, you can do anything you want
when you finish up here. It would be nice to have the company in this big
old house! Here, I'll take the bag for you and put it in the guest room."
With that he handed me his bag. Our hands lightly touched and I swear there
was a jolt of electricity as I touched his smooth skin. He must have felt
it too, for now HE was in a trance... looking into my eyes and smiling.

"Um, hello? Gabriel?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Jacobson! I was just thinking about... um... my plans
for the night!"

"No problem Gabriel! And please, call me Andrew."

"Sure! Andrew. Nice name, sir!"

I just chuckled as he turned around to head out back. I stood there and
looked at the sweetest ass walk away. He had definitely dressed for a hot
Texas summer day. A tight white T-shirt that was cut off just at the waist
of his basketball-style shorts. The silky fabric draped over two of the
most delicious looking melon-like cheeks!

Gabriel obviously knew his way around, because in a few minutes I heard the
mower starting up. I went back into the kitchen to finish the paper and my
coffee. Only this time I was joined by my growing cock. Damn! That was one
hot boy!

As I finished the paper and another cup of coffee, I looked out the window
of the breakfast nook and saw that Gabriel was nearly done with the back
yard. Thank God for the Texas heat!  He had taken off his T-shirt and had
it hanging off the waistband in the back of his shorts.  His torso was as
hot as his face was! This boy obviously spends a lot of time in the gym!
His skin was a light brown and smooth as silk. His defined pecs were
bulging as he pushed the mower across the yard. His chiseled abs surrounded
a tiny belly button. All that definition was only highlighted by the
glistening sheen of sweat as he toiled in the heat.

I looked down and noticed that I had a huge wet spot on the front of my
lounge pants. Damn!  I never have very much pre-cum, but this boy had me
boiling over! It had seeped through my boxer briefs and made its presence
known in a big way!

I also noticed that he was doing a beautiful job on the lawn! I remembered
that his father was diligent about changing the direction of his mower at
each visit. He said it made the grass grow thicker and more lush.
Apparently, Gabriel had been briefed by his father that it was time to cut
on a diagonal. It was harder that way, as the boy was making many more
turns with the mower than if he was cutting square to the property. More
turns meant more views so I wasn't complaining a bit!

Gabriel noticed me watching him and he looked toward the house and waved.
He grabbed his T-shirt and slowly wiped the sweat from his face, his chest,
his underarms and his abs.  As he got to his shorts, he pulled them out a
bit, and wiped down a bit further. He looked back up at me and smiled that
beautiful smile again. Holy shit! This boy was putting on a show for me! So
I did what any respecting boned-up man would do. I grabbed an ice-cold beer
out of the fridge and went out into the back yard... not even thinking
about my current state in the boner department!

"Hi Mr. Jaco... I mean Andrew! Man, it's hot today!"

"Hotter than you'll ever know boy-stud," I thought to myself. "It sure is,"
I said aloud.  "Here, I brought you a beer."

"I might take you up on that beer when I finish the rest of the yard. But
some ice water would be awesome right now!"

"Um, sure! I'll be right back!"

As I approached the french doors at the back of the house, I could see
Gabriel's reflection.  I couldn't believe my eyes! He had his hand down his
shorts and was adjusting his meat!  Wait a minute... his hands stayed down
there... he wasn't adjusting... he was stroking!  My heart started racing
as I returned to the fridge and fixed that hot boy something cool to
drink. As I returned to the back yard, he was coming out of the garden shed
with the blower.

"Here, I'll trade you! Take a break and cool off a bit. In fact, why don't
you let me clean up the clippings back here while you do the front."

"No, that's okay. You're paying me to do a job and I can get it done
myself."

"Gabriel, it's 11:00 in the morning. It's already over 90 degrees out
here. Together we can finish the yard a lot quicker. That way we can get
you inside for that beer.. and whatever," I said with what had to look like
the most perverted grin.

"Yeah Andrew... whatever." He took another huge gulp of water and threw his
head back. I'll be damned if that too-hot-to-be-true man-boy threw his head
back and poured the rest of the beverage over his face and down his
chest. The cold water made his tight brown nipples stand out like pencil
erasers. His shorts were soon soaked and clung to the outline of what
appeared to be an extremely nice package.

He just smiled at me with those perfect lips... those perfect white
teeth. "Yeah, I'm sure looking forward to that beer and shower!" Whith that
he grabbed the mower and started to work on the side of the house, working
his way to the front. I grabbed the blower and began clearing the clippings
from around the pool, the patio and the stepping stones that went back to
the shed. It was probably a good thing to have my mind on something else
besides that hot boy. Hell, what's getting into me? I'm not even attracted
to boys. I like men. Men who know what they want. Men who don't need to be
taken care of. Men who spend the night with me and then go away! What's up
with this?

Eventually, I finished the back yard and worked my way to the front. That
boy must have been running with the mower! He was nearly finished as I
started around the driveway and the sidewalk. As I was finishing the front
porch, he had already put the mower back in the shed and came back out to
the front. The poor boy was drenched with sweat. He worked that cute little
ass off!

"Are you ready for that beer, Gabriel?"

"More than you know Andrew! More than you know!"

"You did an excellent job... Don't tell your father I said this, but I
think it looks better than when he does the work!"

"Hey, what happens here, what's said here... stays here. I'm not telling
Papa a thing!"

With that, I opened the door and we relished in the cool air of the house.

"Beer first? Or shower?"

"I could sure use something cool down my throat right now Andrew. Let's
have a drink!"

I went back to the kitchen and pulled two Miller Lites out of the fridge.
"Gabriel, are you old enough to be drinking beer?"

"Well, I drink beer all the time. But I'm only 16. I hope that's not a
problem."

Oh my God! This perfect fantasy was only a boy of 16? What am I getting
myself into? After picking my jaw up off the floor, I said, "Well, one beer
and one beer only. You don't need to be getting drunk. As long as noone
finds out about it. I don't want to end up in jail, that's for sure!"

"Andrew, like I said, what happens between us... stays between just us. I'm
not telling anyone anything!"

I looked at the beautiful boy leaning up against the counter. Paused for a
bit when he broke into the cutest, sexiest smile I had ever seen. He won. I
was defeated and handed him is beer.

As we sat at the kitchen table with the beers, you could cut the sexual
tension with a knife. I however, had already made the decision that any
fantasy I had of Gabriel would now only be played out in my mind and with
my hand after he finished his shower and left. A beer was one thing, but a
a man of 38, a boy of 16... stunning as he was... I just couldn't go there.

I did everything I could to direct our conversation away from the teasing
and playful talk that had taken place earlier. We talked about his family
and how his mother had died when he was nine. He told me how his father had
to work twice as hard to keep the family together and how he had to grow up
pretty quickly so he could take care of his sister, who was four years
younger than he. But he was very proud of himself. His sister is the
sweetest kid you could know. And his father was proud of all that he had
done. As hard as life had been for their family, things had actually turned
out to be good.

By the time we had finished our beers, I felt as though I had done the
right thing as most of the sexual tension had vanished.

"So Gabriel, I put your things in the guest room... just down the hall and
past the stairs. There's a bathroom in there with everything you'll
need. But the shower upstairs in the master bath is much nicer. It's large
and has multiple shower heads from floor to ceiling. Your choice bud!"

"Multiple shower heads? One isn't enough?" He giggled a bit... what a cute
giggle! "I have to try that!"

"Sounds like a plan then. Let's get your bag and head on up then. We gotta
get you ready for your big night out!"

"Cool!"

On the way to the stairs, I stepped into the guest room, grabbed his bag
and followed him up the stairs. Shit! Why didn't I go first? My face was a
foot away from the cutest ass I'd ever seen! "Stop that Andrew!" I thought
to myself, "This boy is a one way ticket to the state prison!"

I pointed him to the master bedroom and bath. He walked in and gasped.

"Holy crap Andrew! This is amazing!"

He looked over to the shower and just stood there with his mouth open. "How
does it work?"

I walked over to the shower and told him I would get it ready for him. I
started turning on the different nozzles. "How hot do you like it?"

"As hot as we can make it!"

With that comment I spun around and stopped dead in my tracks. Standing in
front of me was a totally naked, totally hard 16 year-old boy. Not an ounce
of fat on him. His body looked as if it had been sculpted by a master
artist. Muscles with perfect definition, but not overdone. Totally smooth
skin. Totally hairless except for a small patch of black, silky pubic hairs
sitting above a raging, dripping, 7" uncut cock. That boy cock was at a 45
degree angle, pointing towards the ceiling. All that plus a sexy grin and a
twinkle in his eye.

Before I could say a word, he lunged toward me and backed me into the
shower, fully clothed. He pressed his body and hard cock into me. "The
minute you opened the door this morning, I knew what I wanted... what I had
to have. When you came out into the back yard with the drink, the wet spot
on your pants told me that you wanted it as badly as I did!" With that he
started to kiss me. Opening my mouth with his hot latino tongue. He grabbed
my throbbing 8-1/2" cock through my soaked pants.

"Gabriel," I said between gasps, "we can't do this. I could end up in
jail."

"Andrew, before I told you how old I was, you were planning on this
happening, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"No arguements Andrew. I'M the one making the first move here. I'M seducing
you! Hell, I've been seducing you all morning!"

With that he got down on his knees, water hitting us from all angles. With
one quick movement, he pulled down my lounge pants and my boxer briefs
together. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" It was the only thing that came out of my
mouth... a moan that resonated from deep inside as he opened his sweet
mouth and engulfed my dripping cock.

***************

Well, there's Chapter One! Talk about your cliff-hanger! Obviously, there
will be more sex in the next chapter. If you'd like another chapter, drop
me a note at JstaFlyOnTheWall@aol.com. Thanks for reading!

Geoff