Title: Yard Work
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- Yard Work
- Published: Sep 8, 2004
- Author: Bob Peale ©
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Steven was going to put an end to this today. Jenn thought he was making it up, but he knew better.
He'd jumped at the idea of a house in the suburbs after spending most of his life in and around downtown Washington. Like everything else, once he'd made up his mind he didn't mess around, and they'd put a contract on a house 4 days after they started looking. It was a great house: lots of light, plenty of rooms, and a good-sized backyard. In fact, it was the backyard that had led to his current problem. Soon after they moved in, it became apparent that it was too much yard for him, a city boy, to adequately take care of. Jenn complained about how rundown the yard always looked, although it seemed that every free moment was spent weeding, mowing, fertilizing and the like, with nothing to show for it.
One of their neighbors finally took pity on the young couple and called Jenn one morning with a slice of salvation; her gardener, a man named Tim Wills. He wasn't cheap, but he was good, and the neighbor was certain that Tim could have their yard turned around in no time. Steven didn't even put up a fight. They called Tim immediately and made an appointment for the following Saturday.
After an exhaustive interview (he of them, not the other way around), Tim agreed to take them on as clients. However, when he told them his fee, the couple flipped. There was no way they could afford to pay what he asked. He explained that their property was in horrible condition, and that it would require a lot of work to get it in shape.
After several rounds back and forth, he finally agreed to accept a lower flat monthly fee, with the understanding that he could come by as often or as little as he felt was necessary, and that he could reserve the weekends for his higher paying clients.
As a consultant, Steven worked out of his basement as much as he did his office. Frequently, he was around the house when Tim came to work on the yard. On these days, he usually tried to work in a hard workout and a long shower before he settled down to several hours crunching numbers on the computer.
At first, he didn't think much of the fact that that Tim seemed to spend a lot of time coming in and out of the basement (most of the tools and supplies were kept down there) when Steven was there, but after a few weeks it became obvious that Tim always showed up on the days that Steven worked at home, even if he worked at home all week. And during the hour or so that he worked out in the morning, Tim needed a lot more tools and supplies from the basement than at any other time. One night during dinner, he mentioned something about it to Jenn.
"Maybe he has a crush on you," she teased through a mouthful of spaghetti.
Steven winced. "Well, maybe we'll just have to find out."
Jenn put her fork down and fixed Steven with a stare that could peel paint. "Steven Jacobs, don't you dare! If you say anything to that man, I'll break your legs! Of all the stupid..."
Instinctively, Steven backpedaled. "Jenn, come on. I would never do anything like that." He tried to make light. "Besides, who would mow the lawn"
She picked up her fork and began eating again, but he could tell that she was still afraid he might do something to embarrass them. Unfortunately, she'd set his mind reeling. Maybe Tim did have a thing for him!
Client projects kept him in the office for the next few weeks, and Steven pretty much forgot about the dinner conversation until the next time he was working at home. As usual, Tim seemed to need an awful lot from the basement during Steven's workout. On a whim, he decided to shower in the basement instead of going upstairs to the master bedroom like he normally did.
The bathroom in the basement had a gym style shower stall with a flimsy curtain. Playing his hunch, Steven made sure to "forget" to close the bathroom door, and didn't pull the curtain all the way closed while he showered.
At 6'1", 200 lbs., his daily workouts did a good job of keeping Steven fit and lean. His chest and stomach were chiseled from his efforts, and his skin was deeply tanned from all of the weekends he had spent outside wrestling with his yard. His blonde hair, closely cropped, was slightly lighter than the yellow curly pubic hair that circled the base of his cock.
Steven heard Tim pause at the top of the stairs, and suspected that the sound of running water confused him. Before he could chicken out, he squeezed a huge blob of shampoo into his hands and lathered his hair and face, shutting his eyes and facing out toward the door. He heard Tim's footsteps stop pretty close to the bathroom door, and willed himself to calmly continue massaging his hair and scalp. Steven managed to stay in that position for several minutes before turning to rinse off. Just as he was getting the last of the shampoo out, he heard Tim go to the storage closet, rummage around, then hurry up the stairs. As soon as he heard the door close upstairs, he hopped out of the shower, got dressed, and went to the office. That night, he tried to tell Jenn about happened.
"Sweetheart, remember what you said about Tim a few weeks ago" he asked, trying to sound casual.
"Yes, what about it" she asked warily.
"Well, today I caught him looking at me while I showered," he said, taking a sip from his water glass.
"You what!! What was he doing in our bedroom!! Did you hit him Did you call the police" she sputtered.
Things were spiraling out of control. "Hold on," he said, holding up his hand. " It wasn't like that; I was in the bathroom downstairs."
"Downstairs Why were you showering downstairs" she asked, the wariness creeping back into her voice.
"I thought maybe I could test him, to see if maybe..." and he proceeded to recount the story of how he conducted his little "experiment" this morning.
Unfortunately, he missed all of the warning signs. Her blues eyes grew cloudy, her chest started to heave, and her face got redder and redder as he progressed through the story of the set up and its conclusion. "I cannot believe you! You paranoid homophobe!" she exploded.
"What did I do" he asked, confused by her reaction.
"You are a fucking idiot!" she screamed, and stormed upstairs.
That was last night. Steven had slept on the couch, tossing and turning uncomfortably, trying to figure out a way to get her to see things his way. In the wee hours of the morning, an idea came to him.
When she came downstairs he had breakfast waiting, his sign that he wanted to make up. Grudgingly she ate while he watched her, waiting for her to indicate that they'd reached a truce.
"I was hoping you could come home for lunch today. I'm working on a deadline, but I'd really like to show you that I'm sorry for last night," he said, trying to gesture seductively. Instead, he succeeded in looking pathetic, which made her burst out laughing.
"Sure, I can come home. How about 11:30"
Steven smiled. "That'd be great! See you then."
He leaned over to kiss her goodbye, but she turned her cheek to him. Fine, he thought; just wait. After she left, he cleaned up the dishes and went upstairs get some restful sleep. Around 9:30, the sound of the front door opening downstairs woke him. By the time he pulled on a pair of boxers and walked downstairs, Tim was already in the kitchen.
"Hey Tim, how's it going" Steven asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Oh, hello Mr. Jacobs," Tim said.
Steven noticed that Tim's eyes kept darting to his crotch. He tried to make believe that he wasn't aware.
"I was going to use the mower this morning. That won't disturb you, will it"
"Nope, that's fine. I'm just going to work out and then do a little work around the house," Steven said, turning and walking down the stairs to the basement, trying to hide a smile.
As soon as he was at the bottom, he dashed over to his weight bench and stripped off his underwear. He could not believe what he was about to do. It seemed to make so much sense lying on the couch at 3:30 this morning, but now he was a little worried about what might happen if he was wrong. There really would be no way to explain his actions, and he'd probably be facing criminal charges. At the very least, he'd be the laughingstock of the neighborhood if anyone found out.
"Too late for that now," he said to himself as he turned on a portable CD player, lowered himself down on the bench, and began working out totally nude. His cock lay thickly to the side across his thigh. The leather of the bench was cool under his ass and balls. It didn't take long for him to work up a sweat, and part way through his second set, he heard Tim start down the stairs. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his exercises, as if what he was doing was the most natural thing in the world.
The basement's layout ensured that as soon as Tim got to the bottom of the stairs, he'd have to turn, and would have a clear view of Steven lying there spread-eagle. He heard Tim's footsteps stop as he turned, followed by a loud clatter as the hedge clippers hit the ground. He sat up suddenly.
"What was that"
"Sorry Mr. Jacobs. I guess you startled me."
Steven blushed. "Oh, sorry about that. I ran out of clean exercise clothes, and I figured that I'd probably be alone," he said pointedly. Then he looked around, like he was searching for something to cover up.
"Hey, no problem. We're all guys here, right" Tim said, laughing weakly. "I'm just going to get a nozzle for the hose and go back upstairs."
Tim's eyes rested on Steven's cock when he'd said, "hose", which made it twitch a little. Leaning back on the bench, he spread his legs wide and resumed his exercises.
"Okay then, Tim. Sorry again about the scare."
Tim hurried into the storage closet, got what he was looking for, and shot back up the stairs. Steven started laughing so hard he almost dropped the barbell. However, in no time, Tim was back, asking long and involved questions that allowed him to stand near the bench. After the fourth time, Steven got up and showered quickly, again not bothering to close the door or pull the curtain all the way shut. When he was done, he dried himself and walked upstairs to the kitchen.
The Jacobs were children of the 90's, and that meant a television, telephone and VCR in every room including the kitchen. The kitchen also contained a small dinette table and four chairs, positioned in front of the sliding glass doors that led out to their backyard. Steven walked over to the table and sat down in the chair closest to the glass doors. On the table in front of him was the remote controls for both appliances and a bottle of cooking oil. Pressing the buttons on the remotes, a porno movie sprang to life on the screen. He'd picked a really raunchy one, and soon the sounds of sucking and fucking filled the kitchen. It didn't take long for his cock to get hard. He began to stroke it from tip to base in a slow, deliberate motion.
Off in the distance, he heard the lawn mower, and knew that it would only be a matter of time before Tim could see him through the glass doors. Sure enough, maybe 15 minutes later, he moved into Steven's field of vision, but he never looked toward the kitchen. Undeterred, Steven stopped stroking as Tim passed from view, but continued watching the movie, getting harder as he did, waiting for Tim's return trip. In about 10 minutes, Tim passed back in front of him. This time, he must have caught a reflection or something, because he turned. Already 30 minutes into the movie, Steven's cock sat thick and rigid, solidly filling his hand, and standing 7 or so inches tall.
Tim's eyes fixed first on Steven's cock, then journeyed over his body and locked on his eyes. Steven returned the stare, and carefully reached over and uncapped the cooking oil, taking care not to break eye contact. Slowly, he covered is pulsing cock with the oil, letting it drip over his shaft and pool in the chair under him. Firmly he grabbed his cock in his fist, holding it out as if offering it to Tim. Swinging the chair around and spreading his legs further to give Tim a better view of his swollen balls, he pumped his cock strongly. He reached up to massage his nipples with one hand while he played with his cock. Tim's chest began to rise and fall with each stroke.
Steven was going out of his mind, he was so horny. He no longer cared that it was another man watching him; just the fact that someone was this wrapped up in him made him harder and more sensitive. Several times he had to stop, or risk cumming.
Tim moved closer to the doors, but did not make a move to come in. The bulge in his pants was enormous; Steven could not believe that Tim hadn't ripped through the crotch. As he continued to taunt Tim, the front door opened.
Quickly, he gathered his wits. "Jenn, whatever you do, do not come into the kitchen!" he whispered hoarsely. "Just stay in the hallway and watch."
"Steven...what the hell..."
"Quiet!" he hissed.
He'd figured out that the only way to prove to her that this was more than his imagination was to show her. Even without looking at her, he could tell that she was stunned. She'd come home expecting lunch, only to find her husband jerking off for the gardener!
"I told you he was staring at me," Steven said, his breathing labored. "This is too weird! I'm..."
"Oh, shut up," Steven moaned. "Look at him; he's in heaven. And I can't believe how hard I am! He's watching my every move. Look how he's staring at my cock!"
As Jenn watched the scene unfold, she started to enjoy Steven's little show In spite of herself. She was getting a little turned on watching Tim lust so openly after her husband's cock. He didn't even see her, his attention was so focused on Steven's movements. Her panties were getting damper by the minute as she watched her husband play with his thick cock, bobbing it up and down, stopping when he was close to cumming and playing with his balls.
"Do you think he likes to look at girls, too"
Steven fought the urge to snap his head around. "What do you mean"
"I mean, do you think he might get off watching me" she asked, dropping her skirt to the floor. "I'll admit, this is the stupidest thing you've ever done, but I'd be lying if I told you that it wasn't turning me on. I wonder how'd he like a real show."
Now totally nude, Jenn walked into the kitchen and stepped in front of her husband, bent at the waist, and licked his cock like a lollipop. After several vigorous licks, she swallowed him whole, relaxing her throat muscles and working him into the back of her throat. She reached back and parted her pussy lips for Tim's benefit, and began sliding a finger along her crack.
Steven grabbed her head. "Shit, Jenn, I'm going to cum!"
Nodding, she let his cock slide out of her mouth, got down on all fours, and began to lick and nibble at his balls. He leaned his head back and enjoyed the sensations. He couldn't believe she was doing this, especially in front of someone, but he was going to enjoy it as long as it lasted. He looked up and noticed that Tim had pulled his cock out of his pants so that he could better enjoy the show. Jenn was cramming two fingers into her pussy as fast as she could, matching the pace of her tongue to the pace of her fingers.
"He's watching us, and he's got his cock in his hand," Steve whispered.
Jenn let out a groan and shoved another finger in. She began to grunt softly, a sure sign that she was about to cum. He reached over and grabbed her arms, pulling her hand free of her pussy.
"Arrgh!" she screamed, her chest heaving violently. "I was so close," she panted.
"Not that way. Let's give the man what he came to see," Steven said, grinning lewdly.
Shakily, Jenn got to her feet and turned around, so Tim would get a full view of her body. She was naturally slim, giving the impression that she worked out like a demon, when in reality she hardly ever touched a weight. Her tits stood out round and firm, the size of large oranges, with dark red nipples that could poke your eyes out when she was excited. And right now, she was very excited.
Licking her fingers, she began playing with her nipples until she was moaning loudly. Looking over at Tim, there was no doubt that he also liked women. His cock was in his hand and he was pumping like a jackhammer. Her eyes widened as she got a good look at him; his cock was huge!
Not that she'd ever had any reason to complain about her husband, but Tim's cock was the most incredible thing she'd ever seen. It was so thick, he could barely close his hand around it, and from where she stood, his cock head looked to be as big as her fist. When his hand was at the base, there was almost twice as much left exposed as was covered. She pinched her nipples and shivered, imagining what it would feel like to try to work it into her pussy. As if he could read her thoughts, he looked up at her and smiled.
By this time, Steven no longer had to play with his cock to keep it hard. It throbbed in time to the moans and groans coming from his wife. She was so wet that juice was actually running down her leg, and she wasn't even touching her pussy! She tugged harder on her nipples and moved back, until she straddled Steven's lap. She reached under herself and grabbed Steven's cock, and instantly pulled her hand back. His cock felt red hot to the touch, and felt so thick she thought she had grabbed his wrist by mistake. She doubted that it was any match for the cock outside, but it was a far cry from what she was used to.
She squatted down and rubbed her dripping pussy on her husband's cock head. Steven moaned, and tried to force it past her outer lips, but she stood and he came up short. She looked at Tim, who began nodding vigorously. She smiled, reached under herself again, grabbed Steven's cock, and began rubbing it along her slit.
"Ugghhh," Steven groaned. "Stick it in Jenn," he begged. Staring at Tim's huge member, she slid her husband's cock into her hole, dropping onto it once the cock head was past her pussy lips, and letting it bury deep in her.
"Aaagghhhhh," she screamed as her orgasm started.
Steven's cock flared thickly inside her, and her pussy gripped it tightly. He held on to her hips to keep her from falling as she leaned forward, her tits swaying and her head drooping, while wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Other than the steady pulsing of pussy, the two remained still until the orgasm subsided.
As Jenn tried to sit up, Steven began pumping his hips. Oh shit, she thought, he hasn't cum! He usually came in the middle of her orgasm, but this time he'd managed to hold back. She could feel him in her, stretching her, teasing her, as he literally lifted her all the way off him, then pulled her back down to the base of his cock.
She looked over at Tim, who seemed mesmerized through the glass, stroking his cock with one hand, and playing with his balls with the other. Watching his wonderful cock helped her strength return, and she started using her legs to piston up and down on her husband. Steven reached around and began rubbing her tits and teasing her nipples with his thumbs in time to the thrusts.
"That's right, fuck me, Steven," she grunted. "Give the man a show. Make me scream again!"
Steven picked up the pace, using her tits to pull her down hard every time she raised off his cock. She could feel the start of her second orgasm, when suddenly he let go of her tits and pulled her off of him. Without a word he stood her up, grabbed her arms, and pressed her against the glass door like she was being frisked. Tim jumped back and let his cock swing free, unsure of what was happening. In this position she could look down at him, and realized his cock had to be at least 12 inches long!
Steven spread her legs and plunged his cock violently back into her pussy without warning. The look on her face must have said it all, because Tim quickly moved so that he was sitting on the ground below her, and started pounding on his rod. She closed her eyes and tried to meet Steven's thrusts, fucking her husband like it had been weeks since she'd been laid. It was a wonder that the door didn't break!
The sweat from her body made her tits squeak as they rubbed against the glass. She bit down on her lower lip, readying herself for the orgasm that was only minutes away, when, without warning, Steven jammed his thumb into her asshole up to the knuckle.
"OH SHIT!" she groaned, as her pussy started to contract, pushed over by the unexpected invasion.
At that same moment, Steven rammed her hard once and began spraying cum deep inside her. He continued pound her as her legs buckled, and he removed the finger from her ass and grabbed her hips with both hands to hold her up, fucking her roughly. Cum dribbled down the inside of her thighs and she began to whimper, every inch of her body sensitive.
Finally he slowed, allowing her to catch her balance and stand up. She opened her eyes, and noticed immediately that Tim was gone.
But there was a huge load of cum dripping down the window at the spot where her face had been.
I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am currently at work on others that will be posted as soon as they are finished. Thank you for all of the constructive comments and words of encouragement. If you have story ideas, feel free to email them to me; I can't promise anything, but I'm always looking for things to write about.
As always, please drop me a line with your comments. Another top quality story by Bob Peale.
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