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He was working in Miss Harper’s garden, taking care to deroot all the weeds and the flower that was killing the others. God, Nathan loved her rose bushes, they were big, massive to be precise, rose, red, white and yellow, they spread their spiky stems all around her house. A couple years back, he used to prick himself with almost every stem, but now he doesn’t mind the sensation. Hands deep in the dirt, mind focusing on the weeds, he didn’t realize Miss Harper was next to him, obscuring his view a bit.
- Nathan, you’re such a perfect kid. When you’re all done, I’ll give you some money and you’ll get to bring home some fresh strawberry pie. She gives him a tender smile with her dentures, the wrinkles on her face got deeper but she remains as beautiful as a grand-mother of three children and six grand-children could ever be.
- Thank you Miss Harper. Sweat dripped from his thick but muscular torso. It was almost stupid that he was this attractive, thick arms, dangerously thick legs that most guys loved being crushed between. And his face was so innocent, a cute smile, deep green eyes that you would spend days getting lost into them.
- Oh! And before I forget, Mister Cajou wants to talk to you.
- I’ll go and see him after this then.
All he remembers of Mister Cajou was that he was a gorgeous man. He was already a young dad when he was a young teen, and to be fair, he probably jerked off to the thought of him way too much. He remembers smiling like a love-sick teen every time Mister Cajou called him a big boy, maybe even sending a throb in his boxer. His daydreaming was cut short when he realized he was done with his garden job, he went inside to meet Miss Harper.
Mister Cajou doesn’t live far from Miss Harper, just a couple of houses down the long road, near the forest he used to hang out with his old friend, he wonders about what has become of them, he brushes the thought with a crack of the neck. With care, he knocks three times before stepping once back, waiting as he watches the empty street. When the door opens, his nose is filled with this heavy musk and hint of lavender, Mister Cajou is shirtless, a thick line of black hair going from a small bush that seems to have escape his boxers and jean to the top of his chest, a real forest, the only thought his brain is capable of producing is ‘ God. That’s a forest that girl must love ’. He enters and he gets served a fresh coke while they go to the back-yard where a beautiful pool in need of maintenance is waiting.
- It’s been such a long time since I last saw you. You’ve grown so much! His smile is almost perfect, one side is open more than the other, creating an asymmetry that gives him even more charms.
- Yeah, I think I haven’t seen you in maybe six years, I’m twenty two now.
- You’re a big boy now! A small throb goes into Nathan’s brief, he hopes that he didn’t see it. A smile even begins to grow on Nathan’s beautiful and soft face. He swallows hard for a second, making sure to act like it was nothing.
- Yeah, everyone tell me. Body build by rugby. Nathan lifts up his arm and flexes a little bit, Mister Cajou brush one hand on it, pressing it softly like it was fragile and breakable, one finger lingers and if Nathan was a teen, it would have drive him mad with envy.
- If I knew I would probably join in my teens too, I would have loved to be this strong. Girls must love it, right?
- Boys actually. Nathan waits for a response, he doesn't want to be seen as a sinner, like some neighbors see him. He doesn’t have to wait long for Mister Cajou to respond.
- Oh… They must love that ass then. He laughs a little at the end while he sits down on a metal chair painted white, the parasol covers them in a refreshing shadow.
They speak until the sun comes down, almost going into the night but Mister Cajou lets him go home with some recipe he used to make for the annual barbecue the neighborhood has. Before going, Nathan is wrapped by some strong arms, hugging him tightly and he feels some soft lips and a mustache against his right cheeks.Let’s not forget he gets a lung-full of strong body odor and this intoxicating feeling of desire. God, he forgot Mister Cajou, he meant Brent as he was required to be called since Nathan wasn’t a small kid now, was European and for another time he thanked them for having such intimate ‘ hello ’ and ‘ good-bye ’ cheek kisses. Nathan smiles and wishes him a good rest of the evening, he ride his bike home, taking the long route, hopping that it would help clear all his old dust-covered teens pervy thoughts to dissipate into nothingness, and it helped a bit, letting his boxers relax as much as his dick.
The night was as warm, but the air was thicker, making it difficult to not break a sweat at any movement. Even after a cool and refreshing shower, his body was still sparkling with beads of sweat as he lay down on his bed. He didn’t know if it was the weather or Brent but his dick wouldn’t go soft and down, he had to jerk off to be able to sleep.
As Brent asked, Nathan showed up at his house, ready in the morning. Nathan was wearing his summer clothes, meaning he looked like the cliche of the summer camp boy, red short short almost booty short, knees high white socks with red stripes and a cut-off t-shirt about an old 80’s band that have stop playing together, and let’s not forget his tight Speedo he had bought to get all the camp monitors at the camp looking at him like the most beautiful and sexy creature to ever swim in the lake. He smiles as Brent opens the door, only wearing a towel at his waist, excusing himself for the lack of clothing and going back to finish drying up. The door was cracked open just enough for Nathan to eye at him, his cheeks went red after seeing the beautiful body of Brent. The hair was growing all around him, a forest of thick jet black hair covering his skin, his ass was big enough to eat instead of dinner and his thick uncut cock swinging free, Nathan had to busy himself in the kitchen to prevent his dick to cum without any form of contact, only the missing space in his Lycra undies.
After coming back, Brent was wearing a t-shirt cut-off like a crop-top, only leaving an inch or two of his belly to peek through and a thigh jean, and some Vans. For a Dad, he didn’t look old or even like he had any child. He barely aged, to be fair, it wasn’t a lot but his father has aged a lot since his little sister was born, Brent didn’t have any crow’s feet or frown lines. Genetics must be good.
- How are the kids? I don’t see them ever in the neighborhood. He let his eyes wander around the house, it didn’t have any pictures on the walls, not even toys or some shoes at the door.
- Well… Marie and I got a divorce since our love was doomed from marrying way too young, and she begged to have the kids, I let her have them if they come over for the Winter holidays.
- I’m sorry to ask about them.
- Don’t worry, nothing hurtful. It's just a shame that they won’t ever use the pool during the summer. But, let’s be honest, I wouldn’t want to have some teen running all around it… and I wouldn’t be able to sunbathe naked and swim in it without trunks. He laughed, a small wink to Nathan made his heart miss a beat . Let’s change the subject, you’re eating with me today, it’s the least I could do. You help me by cleaning the backyard and the swimming pool and you get to have a cool meal and a pass to swim in it every time you want to! He goes close to his ears and with a small smile that makes his thick mustache brush the skin. The Speedo and trunks aren’t obligatory. Skinny dipping is even recommended by the lifeguard.
With red cheeks and a goofy smile, Nathan hurries up to the fenced garden. Trying to make his mind go away from dreaming of Brent naked in the pool waiting for him. God it was going to be hard to focus with a hard-on this hard, he had to focus on the garden.
He cleaned up the bushes, trimmed them to look clean and manicured; planted all the small flowers and seeds that were sitting in the wooden shed; cut the grass with the lawn mower and did the edge of the grass; it was time to eat before he could start the greenish pool. Brent was waiting for him, an apron on, at the back door, waiting for him to stop the machine and take off the noise-canceling headset. They sat in the living room, some Keftedakia, some Greek meatballs and some Croque-Monsieur, a French ham and cheese sandwich on the side. It's simple and good, they eat mostly in silence. When Brent is done, he rolls back into the armchair and drinks his soda. When Nathan looked up, he caught a glimpse of, let’s be honest, an open window to Mister Cajou’s junk. He wasn’t wearing underwear and his jeans were fully open, not simply the fly, no, the entire underside of his jeans were ripped open, exposing his thick uncut dick and balls to him. He started to sweat as he devoured Brent with his eyes, looking hungrily, what was happening to him. Him that always was the calm one, rarely got this sex-hungry even with drugs, what he on something?
- Everything’s okay Nathan? You’re all red. Asked Brent with a too good and innocent voice, he must have prepared all this for some sick stuff. Was he just sniffing his musky pits, oh god, they smell strong and good.
- Yeah… Just hot… Can I get another soda? Barked Nathan, delivered from his wicked daydreaming, his Speedo was getting tighter and tighter by the second and he wasn’t looking to be seen as a pervert.
- Of course, just wait here.
As Brent stood up, his junk swinging, he didn’t seem to mind it, but Nathan’s nose caught a whiff of that sweet aroma he smelled yesterday, Brent’s musk was like poppers to Nathan. The younger man looked at the older as he bent over, exposing his hairy ass. All Nathan was thinking was to get his tongue deep in there and make sure he tasted all of mister Cajou’s sweat.
- Here boy, be careful, it’s really cold.
- Thanks… He managed to say as he felt the dick caress his shoulders, he was minutes away from going feral and making out with Brent’s hole.
Brent sat down, turned on the fan that was sitting next to him, and with its wind dragged mister Cajou’s musk all over the room, Nathan's throat went dry quickly, fighting the urge to beg from his dick. But he failed, even letting out a while when Brent open his legs, exposing even more of his beautiful junk.
- Don’t fight it boy. Let Daddy take care of you… come between my legs, I have someone that would love to meet you. He said as he dick started to swell and lift up, already looking like a porn star. The tip was looking wet and delicious with all that skin around, it filled Nathan’s brain.
Nathan’s brain was all foggy and he wanted him so badly that he almost crawled to him, dick begging to be released from the tight swimwear and drooling. The smell and the aroma was even stronger by every step he took, making his mind go to bitch mode. He got to use Brent’s swimming pool all summer, finding a reason to go to him every day of the year too.