Where we left off...
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"Logan, I have been thinking. I want you to fuck me. Once we recover a bit cuz I think I am firing blanks right now." I am just surprised, hell, you could have knocked me over with a feather.
"Wow, if you are sure, it would be my honor Bro! Fuck, you sure?" I say to him as I never in a million years thought this would be happening. I am quite content with taking his cock and his loads every time, all the time.
"Yah, I am sure. Andre can't have all the fun... but I was thinking. You think Marc would want to watch?"
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I can't believe that studly Jeremy wants me to fuck him. Jesus, I have been looking at his fine ass for years now and never thought for a minute I would get to see his ass, let alone... fuck him! Wait, I am going to get to breed my best friend. Holy shit. I mean, I am mostly a bottom, and I have been able to top more in the last 48 hours than in the last 4 years! Suddenly snapping me back into reality, I hear...
"Logan, you think we could help them with that? Logan, hello?" Jeremy's looking right at me, motioning to Denise, a sweet neighbor that lives down the street. Now I can see she had a tree uprooted in the backyard that is blocking her back door and needs help moving it.
We had agreed that we needed to get out there and help any neighbors who needed it. Jeremy loaded up his 4-wheeler and threw in some of his tools., We are both sweating our asses off. Man, this storm didn't do much damage but it also didn't cool us off at all. It's gotta be at least 94 degrees and barely a cloud in the sky. Fast as the storm hit us is as fast as it blew out of here.
"Oh sure, sure, Denise, we'd be happy to help. Don't know that we have the time to haul it all away but we can certainly clear it so you can get out the back door with your pups!"
Jeremy looks at me weirdly.
We make our way around to the back, Jeremy fires up his chainsaw and starts slicing through the old tree like butter. I pick up and start throwing the stuff he cuts off, leaving this for someone else to clean up.
Sebastian joins us, must have followed the sound of the chainsaw. Within 10 minutes we have cleared a path for Denise, and she offers to go and get us some iced tea. We accept. Sebastian comes up beside me, slides his hand into my shorts, down to my ass and rubs his finger over my hole.
"Easy trigger, we don't want to freak out the neighbors, I don't think she could handle it. Besides, when did you get this bold young man?" I say and he just winks at me. Shit, I may have created a monster here.
Takes me back to how he became my lawn guy...
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Sebastian caught me outside getting the mail during a time where Marc was away at some sort of regional meeting in Baton Rouge. He was in these amazing white compression shorts and these dark blue running shorts over top of them. Some Nike shoes and nothing else but a smile.
"Hey Mr. Logan! Dad says I need to earn some money this summer and I noticed that your old lawn company hasn't been here in almost 2 weeks. Want me to take it over for you? I could do the entire thing, keep it edged and take care of other stuff you need. Like the flower beds and stuff. I could do it for, say, $60 a mow?" Clearly, even asking this was painful for him. I don't think I had ever heard him talk this much since they moved in 3 years ago.
"Wow, well you are right. I just fired my old company and was going to interview two others tomorrow. $60 is a bit higher than we have been paying, but hell look at my yard. I guess I get what I pay for. Well, let me show you the back area, as I don't think you have been in our backyard. I wanna make sure you know what you're getting into. Here, come through the house."
"Wow, you and Mr. Marc have a nice house. He is a Doc, right?" Sebastian says. All of a sudden he is more chatty than I remember, he must need this money bad.
"Yup he is, he works a lot. So do I, but I work from home. My office is right back in that hallway. So feel free to just let yourself in when you are done mowing each week, I'm sure I will have heard you mowing and blowing. I'll make sure I pay you and you can find out if we need anything extra that week. That work? Here let me show you the backyard." Jesus this guy is so good looking, but I realize i have no idea how old he is. Fuck I can't let my dirty thoughts land me in jail!
"So here is the backyard, patio and the like. I love tropical plants so I keep adding to my collection, it would be great if you could water them for me when you mow, at least that way I know they get watered each week. Make sure you blow off any grass or leaves from the patio. Let me know if you do any of these extra things as I want to make sure I pay you fairly."
"This all sounds good, I really appreciate you giving me the shot." Sebastian says as he reaches down and moves his hand into his compression sorts to scratch or adjust. Fuck I have to look away.
"So just make sure you don't start before 8am and not after 8pm. It would be great if you can have a regular day, but I'm flexible." I pick up my yoga mat and roll it up.
"I noticed you do Yoga! I don't know that I could figure out how to do all that. It looks really hard," he says as I look at him quizically. "Oh, yah, when I'm out playing basketball next door I see you doing all those poses and stretches. You certainly are flexible. Shit, I'm 18 and I couldn't do half that shit!"
Panic flashes through my body at his statement. I guess I never realized he could see through the fence, but as I look over there, shit of course he could if he were playing basketball with the way his hoop is placed on the extra slab they poured. SHIT SHIT SHIT. See, the issue is I am always NAKED when I do yoga back here.
I immediately spoke up, "Oh shit, Sebastian I had no idea people could see me back here. It's so relaxing for me, I just had no idea." The thing I wasn't saying is I always get hard doing yoga and always blasted a load out while I ended my session. I mean what better way to relax! Fuck, best not to mention that.
"Mr. Logan, I don't give a shit. This is your house, you paid a lot for it. If you and your husband want to get all freaky back here, that is up to y'all. I really don't care. Hell, as I said, I wish I was as flexible as you. Perhaps you could train me sometime. Anyhow - I have to run, I can start tomorrow if you like."
"Sure, that is great. Thanks Sebastian, see you tomorrow."
Sebastian let himself out through the gate and ran back over to his house. I can't believe I was so careless. Fuck, did Marc and I ever have sex out here? Not since they moved in next door. Anyhow, kids today, he likely doesn't give a fuck. So why should I?
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Snapping back into the now, Sebastian pulls his hand out of my underwear and brings his hand up to his nose. FUCK this boy is trouble.
We each have our ice teas and we move on to survey the rest of the neighborhood and Andre joins up with us, along with two other guys he found. I don't recognize the one guy, he is kinda cute, kinda short, I would guess him to be only 5'7". Looks pure cajun, deep tan, dark brown hair, a tight little body.
The other guy I recognize, but fuck if I ever got his name. This guy went last halloween as an Olympic Diver for Halloween. He wore the tightest Speedo, and painted the olympic rings on his bicep. I got to talking to him when he went past. He told us he was taking his nephew trick or treating as he was babysitting, so his sister and her husband could have a date night. He claimed that this was his competition speedo from college and was all he could come up with for the night. I didn't care at all, in fact Marc kept catching me flirting with the guy. I mean, fuck, he is hot, clearly straight, but objectively hot. Denver was his name. Fuck I almost forgot that. Denver.
"Denver, I barely recognized you with all these clothes on!" I laughed, and everyone else caught the joke. It was all that much funnier because he stood there in a pair of board shorts and flip flops, no shirt. "Good to see you, your place made it through OK?"
"Yah, we are fine. Wanted to come out and see what my work out bro was up to, turns out as usual, Andre shows up whenever the work is just about done!" Denver pushes Andre in jest.
We all get a kick out of that. Interesting that they are work out buddies. Maybe Denver would like a personal invitation to our club. Denver see's Sebastian and calls him over.
"Hey man, I didn't see you this week for the church softball team practice. If the storm didn't ruin the whole season, you planning on coming this week? I can pick you up again."
Sebastian leans in, giving him that bro handshake thing where it's a half hug, half handshake. Shit, I always mess that up, and by doing so out myself as a homo.
"Hell, we can but I really hate this church team, we have nothing in common with them at all. I would rather we get back into biking like we did in the spring. I'd prefer hanging out with the boys rather than deal with all these clingy girls that want me to spend all my money on them and get nothing in return. You feel me?"
Denver agrees "Oh thank Christ, I hate those bastards... if I have to hear any more of their fake prayers and their bullshit I was going to explode. I just didn't want to leave you hanging man.
