Lue the Lawn Boy

Part One

Luke was from a small Indiana farming town before he got a wrestling scholarship after high school and headed to college at the University of Iowa at the fresh age of 18. Because the season would start in the fall, Luke had to get there early, at the beginning of August, to start practicing with the team.

Even with the scholarship, though, Luke was still struggling financially. His family was far from well-off, and he needed something to help make ends meet while at school. He talked to one of the coaches about it, Coach Miller, and he said he would definitely help hook Luke up with some yard work jobs, since he had his own yard work company. Luke figured that that would be perfect--just the kind of work he was used to doing.

So Luke moved out to Iowa, got set up in his dorm, and met up with the Coach Miller to get started on a job. Coach Miller hooked him up with a company pick-up truck with the required tools in the back, and gave him the rundown about what the company expects from him in terms of quality and service, which Luke was unconcerned about--he was great at doing yard work. He went on to talk about how the customer is always right: "Listen, Luke, you're not just representing yourself out there when you're taking care of people and their yards, you're representing this company, and you're representing me, ok? So, the main thing I want you to remember whenever you're dealing with a customer is this: The customer is always right. Ok? They aren't happy with the length you're cutting the grass at? Change it. They want some plant moved? Move it. Be agreeable, be friendly. They offer you water? Take it! You understand?" Luke nodded. He wouldn't let Coach Miller or his company down. He'd treat each customer with respect and be as friendly and agreeable as possible.

One of the houses that Luke was assigned belonged to two older men--roommates, Luke figured. They were in their late-40's early-50's, near as Luke could tell. They had a nice place with a big, fenced-in backyard with tall hedges running along the interior border of the fence, offering some privacy for the backyard, which included a hot-tub and swimming pool, as well as an outdoor shower. Pretty standard stuff in terms of lawn-care for Luke, just mowing the lawn, trimming the hedges, some edge work--easy. And the guys seemed nice.

The guys were Bill and Mike, and they weren't just roommates, like Luke figured, but were actually a couple, and they were fully capable of doing their own yard-work. They had heard, however, about Coach Miller's company, and had learned that he employed a lot of the college guys from the wrestling team, and that piqued their interest. They themselves had gone to Iowa years ago, and remember the wrestling team being filled with studs. Upon seeing Luke, they were sure things hadn't changed much in that regard.

Luke was a babe. He was tall--looked to be a little over 6 feet. They could tell through his tight uniform of khaki shorts and a polo that he was fit. He had a strong midwestern jaw-line paired with big blue-green puppy-dog eyes that gave him a bit of a baby-face. His hair was light brown and buzzed short and fuzzy. They could see his muscular triceps and calves, but what they were really impressed with was something Luke had always been a bit embarrassed by: Luke had an ass that jutted out from his lower back like a shelf. The shorts were tight and rode up his crack a little bit, showing off the beautiful roundness of each cheek, and hugging each one tightly so every time he moved, you could see the movement of the muscle beneath the fabric. Luke was fit all over from the work he did to be a good wrestler, and that included doing squats and that sort of thing, but pair that with whatever genes Luke was blessed with and the result was a beautiful round butt that could not be ignored.

Growing up, it had always bothered Luke. People had teased him about it. Teammates loved to slap it, some would grab it. He'd sometimes catch people staring at it. He always just figured it got all that attention because it was freakish--Luke's humble nature didn't allow for him to realize quite what he was working with. People weren't disgusted by his huge, round, bubble-butt, they were fascinated by it, attracted to it; they wanted a piece of it.

Bill and Mike were no exception.

After introducing himself to Bill and Mike--who he found to be really friendly, slapping him on the back, complimenting his biceps--Luke got right to work. Bill and Mike watched him mowing the front yard from their living room window.

"Damn, this kid." Bill muttered, appreciatively.

"Yeah. Wow." Mike replied.

"Did you notice his ass?"

"Did I? How could you not? You could see that beautiful thing from space!"

"Not a bad set of pecs from the look of it either."

Mike laughed: "You're all about that T&A."

Bill slapped Mike on the ass and smiled, "That's why I'm with you." The two laughed. "Damn, I wish we could see more of him. The uniform's tight, which, don't get me wrong, is great..."

"...but it's not as great as no clothes at all."

"Exactly!"

"I think I've got an idea. I figure we at least could get that shirt off of him. I'm gonna go out and try, you stay here, get some pics if I'm successful."

...

Luke, meanwhile, had mowed about half the front yard in the sweltering August heat, and his polo was drenched with a large upside down triangle of sweat when Mike came out the front door.

"Hey Luke!" He shouted over the roar of the mower.

Luke quickly turned it off "Hello, sir! How can I help you?"

Mike smiled when Luke called him sir, then replied: "Actually I wanted to help you out. It's in the 90's today and about as hot as a stolen police car. We don't want you getting heat stroke working out here, why don't you pop off that thick cotton polo."

"Thank you sir, I'll be fine!"

"Oh, I'm sure you would but I'd sure feel a lot better if I didn't have to worry, you know? Just pop it off--it's drenched in sweat. We can let it dry off while you keep working." Mike walked up, smiling, feeling in charge. He reached out and grabbed the bottom of Luke's polo and started lifting. "Arms up!"

Luke was going to object again, but he remembered what Coach Miller said: "The customer is always right." Also, he was pretty hot, and the polo was not a breathable material. So he let Mike undress him, even if it did feel pretty weird having another man take his shirt off like he was a little kid or something.

Mike took full advantage of Luke's letting him undress him. "This thing's pretty soaked, I've gotta peel you out of here!" He said, excusing the slow and deliberate way in which he was stripping Luke's torso. He got it up over Luke's nipples, running the back of his knuckles against Luke's smooth,hot, firm skin, and then ran into some "trouble."

"It's a little stuck," Mike said, playing with the shirt in a way that made it seem like he was trying to get it off--which he was, just not right that second. Right now what he was really trying to do while he was "struggling" to get Luke's shirt off was to tease his nipples.

Bill had been right, the kid did have nice pecs--a real nice "set of tits," as they sometimes called them. Mike circled Luke's nipples with his thumb in a methodical yet "accidental" manner as he fumbled with Luke's shirt.

Luke was being very patient. "Dang," he thought, "Has this guy never taken a shirt off before?" He felt like Mike was trying to tickle him, and it was working. He felt his chest tingling as Mike tried to get his shirt off, his thumbs kept screwing with his nipples, which was bad news for Luke because his were especially sensitive. They soon puffed out, and the point on each got hard as rock. He was worried if this kept up, that wouldn't be the only thing to get hard as a rock, as he felt a tingling down in his shorts as well.

Mike could have sworn he heard a soft moan from Luke, and smiled to himself. He had fumbled his rough thumbs against Luke's sensitive nipples and gotten them nice, puffy, pointy, and hard. Bill was probably drooling over in the window. Mike didn't want to scare the poor kid off, though, so he finally "managed" to get the shirt up over Luke's head.

Bill really was drooling in the window. This kid was PERFECT. A broad, muscular back tapering down to a slim waist before bubbling out into the boy's behind. His front was great too--beautiful six pack abs leading up to the nicest set of tits he'd ever seen. Full and juicy, but not in a flabby way. On the contrary, they were cut. What did this kid do beyond work out? Couldn't be much--he was in amazing shape. He certainly didn't spend much time reading, Bill chuckled, as he had to be pretty simple to fall for Mike's tricks.

Luke's skin was smooth and tan--although he had a slight farmers tan, where his torso, in the shape of a wife-beater, was just slightly more pale. He had the faintest treasure trail leading down from his belly button (nestled firmly in his lower abs) to his shorts. The tips of those V-lines you get from having good obliques also poked out from either side at the top of his shorts. He was truly a dream to look at. Bill got tired of staring from the window while Mike had all the hands-on fun. He grabbed a bottle of sunscreen and headed out front.

"Alright, I'll just hang this over the railing by the front door to dry out," Mike told Luke, holding his shirt and staring at Luke's hard nipples.

Luke was all set to get back to work--the mower's pull-cord was legit in his hand ready to get yanked as Mike headed away--when Bill came out with a bottle of sunscreen: "Woah, hold up a second, don't want to get burnt!"

"I'm okay, sir!" Luke tried, "I really should get back to work! I'm not paid to stand around."

"Hush," Bill ordered, squirting some lotion into his hand then tossing the bottle to Mike as he approached Luke, "I've already got some ready, just stretch out your arms and Mike and I will get it on you in no time."

"Oh, uh," Luke began. He certainly wasn't expecting that they would put the lotion on him, but before he knew it he jumped as Bill reached out and started spreading the cold lotion on his warm chest. "Okay, sure." Luke smiled awkwardly. The customer was always right, after all. It felt weird to him, but maybe it was a thing in Iowa? He was new here.

Now Bill had a turn at feeling up Luke's chest, and an even better excuse for doing so. Mike had had to be sneaky and quick and only really got to use the back of his knuckles to feel Luke up as he removed his shirt before, but Bill, under the guise of spreading lotion, really got to take his time and could essentially openly grope the boy as he greased him up with the lotion. He ran his fingers over Luke's washboard-abs, cupped each pec while pretending to make sure to get lotion all around each muscular mound, twirled the lotion onto his nipples, even made sure to get it in his belly button. "Gotta make sure to be thorough," Bill said with a mischievous smile.

"Oh yeah, absolutely," Mike agreed. He had also started rubbing lotion onto Luke, except he had been working on Luke's back. He had half-heartedly already done most of Luke's lean-yet-muscular back, including his broad shoulders, while staring, mesmerized, at what lay just below. He stared hungrily at Luke's shorts and those juicy cakes roundly filling them up. He could just make out the very top of Luke's crack poking out above his waistline, and was rubbing lotion into Luke's lower back when Bill had made his comment on being "thorough," a comment which, it seemed to Mike, provided a perfect excuse to be a little more adventurous.

So, right as Mike agreed "absolutely" with Bill, he dove his hand just slightly down below Luke's waistline for a few brief moments of ecstasy as he got to feel up the very top of Luke's fine ass in an effort to be "thorough" with the lotion. It was sublime. He could clearly feel the top of each firm globe as they began to swoop up and out--away from Luke's lower back. Mike wanted to explore further down Luke's shorts, but was accurately worried about freaking Luke out.

Luke, when he felt Mike pull out his waistband and dig his fingers under, was shocked. "Woah!" He started, his eyes wide, "I, uh, I think my shorts have, uh, I think they've got that part covered back there." God, his butt was so big, he figured, that it probably wasn't Mike's fault what happened. His big bubble butt probably just got in the way. Luke turned bright red, embarrassed again by his huge rear.

"What part??" Bill looked curiously back around Luke, grabbing him by the shoulder and pulling him forward and round slightly, as if Luke were some rag doll, to see what Mike was up to. Mike smiled back wryly, his left hand pinching the waistline of Luke's shorts and pulling them back (giving both Mike and Bill an obscured look at the top of Luke's ass), his right hand massaging lotion into the top of Luke's crack. He winked at Bill.

"Oh, this Iowa sun is ruthless," Mike responded to Luke's objection, "and believe it or not these shorts were slipping down a little..."

"Over that ass?" Bill laughed incredulously, giving Luke's rump a firm, cupped-hand slap and quick, slight squeeze. "Impossible."

Luke could say nothing. His whole body felt hot, he was so embarrassed. Why did he have such a freakishly big butt?

"It's true about the sun though," Bill continued, shifting to a more serious expression, as he picked the lotion up from the ground where Mike had set it down and squirted some more out into his hand, "it'll burn you raw right through this thin khaki." He nodded at Luke, expressing the truth of his words before grabbing the waistband of Luke's shorts with his left hand and pulling it away from the boys flat stomach--revealing more intimate parts of Luke--before reaching his right hand onto those intimate parts and spreading the lotion around. Bill felt up the kid's V-lines, his pubes, and even the base of his thick, smooth cock--which he detected was starting to get hard.

Luke, meanwhile, barely noticed what Bill's adventurous hands were up to, he was still so embarrassed about what he had said about Luke's ass. He noticed when Bill's rough fingers were on either side of the base of his cock, though, and let out a ticklish little yelp, backing right up into Mike, who must have had a roll of quarters or something in his pocket because Luke felt it right between his round globes when he backed up into the poor guy. Mike reached around his chest in a sort of bear-hug from behind--to steady him, Luke figured--even giving him a little squeeze, saying "You're alright, I gotcha."

Bill smiled in front of them, "Well! I think that oughta do it." He winked, but Luke wasn't sure why. Mike gave Luke another squeeze, that roll of quarters or whatever he had in his pocket pushed deeper between Luke's thinly-khakied ass-cheeks, before letting him go.

"Yup," Mike agreed,"We'll let you get back to work." They each slapped Luke on the ass again, feeling it's nice firm jiggle before turning and heading in.

Right before they entered the house, though, Bill turned around, "You're welcome, by the way, for the lotion," he said to a shell-shocked Luke.

"Huh?" Luke started, snapping back to reality, "Oh! Right! Thank you, sir!" He couldn't believe he had almost been so rude as to not thank them for their help!

They went back in, and Luke, feeling a bit confused and more than a bit flustered, yanked the mower back to life and--shirtless and greased up with his shorts riding just a touch low in the back--finished up mowing the front yard, with more than a couple of cars slowing down as they passed.