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Everyone is Over 18.
Trimming the top of the hedges and standing on a ladder I could see over into the neighbours yard. Their beautiful daughter Sandy, who I knew from the neighbourhood, was there sunbathing by the pool. I waved at her and seeing me she dipped her sunglasses to the edge of her nose as if to get a clearer view. Upon recognising me she eye-rolled and went back to tapping away at her phone, slowly pushing the sunglasses back into position.
I felt so stupid in these moments and they served to remind me why I kept myself to myself. In my mind I looked like Forest Gump waving to Cpt. Dan from his boat. I was the grinning idiot waving from the top of a ladder to someone who had complete disdain for me.
So I slowly shrank back behind the hedgerow and down the ladder.
"She is a little snob. Don't worry about her." I turned to see Jeff, who's yard I was working on and wobbled slightly on the ladder before deciding it was best to climb down.
"I wasn't...she...I don't think she saw me." I said waving it off.
He raised his hand. "Hey, she's real a cutie but she's also a rude little brat." He said sensing my bullshit and sitting down on the sun lounger by the pool. "And it was her dad who told me that last part so what does that tell you?"
He was kicking off his Chuck Taylor's and began rolling down his jeans to begin his after work ritual of stripping down naked and jumping in the pool.
"Works over, buddy. Time to get wet." With that he jumped in the pool and let out a loud "whooo!" when he came up for air.
"C'mon man, work is over!"
I looked at my watch and saw it was 13:23. Is work over? I kicked off my shoes and somersaulted into the pool to much cheering from Jeff. This is the best job ever?
My father got me a summer job doing some yard work around the homes of our neighbours and while it might seem strange that an 18 year old was having his employment arranged by his father; for me it was somewhat necessary.
For a while I had suffered from this crushing anxiety and it wasn't improving. I was struggling just to talk to people, to keep up with friends and even going outside was starting to feel like a big deal.
Surmising that I'd spent a chunk of my formative years reading, listening to music and doing little in the way of physical work; my father suggested that perhaps with physical confidence would come some mental confidence. While I was in decent shape, I was reedy and the weight of a man's physique had yet to come to my bones. We figured maybe some manual labor could help remedy that and I found that within a week or so I began to really feel the change.
The yard work wasn't too hard. Mostly pushing mowers picking up leaves and cleaning pool filters in the sun and I loved it. I loved being outside. I loved DOING and actually being productive. I was developing. Plus the nature of the work meant I was still on my own much of the time and only had to deal with people in a limited way.
Quickly my favorite customer was Jeff. He took me under his wing and after a few weeks I considered him more of a friend than a client or boss. His house was beautiful, near the Palisades in North Santa Monica, not too far from my family home. Jeff picked up on my shyness immediately and got it. He teased a little but mostly made a real effort to make me feel relaxed.
Jeff was in his mid forties, I think. He had this longish hair that he'd tie up in a little bun like those yoga guys you see with their little mats in Pete's Coffee. I'm pretty sure Jeff wasn't a yoga guy but he definitely took care of himself. He was about 5'10...11 and muscular but not jacked.
As for his wife I never met her. She was always away on business although Jeff joked that she'd left him but left him the house.
At home he was always strutting around the in the nude. He would just strip off like clothes made him feel comfortable, he didn't make a big deal out of it so neither did I and after a while I didn't notice so much. I mean, I noticed...I noticed he had a pretty big dick as its hard not to notice when its swinging around as he brings you a drink.
We talk about music and he'd ask me about what bands I was into and played their music on the stereo. He had a knack of hearing the bands I liked and picking out their influences then we'd listen to those. After a while it barely felt like work and just felt like we were hanging out.
It got to the point where I was at his house most days and if I had another yard to do I'd blaze through it in the morning so I could go and hang out at Jeff's in the afternoon. When Jeff wasn't there I'd swim in the pool. The garden was pretty secluded so I'd strip off my shorts and cool off. Naked swimming with some of my favorite music playing. I loved my summer.
I'm not sure exactly when the sexual tension began. Maybe it was there from the beginning as Jeff was always lying naked around the pool. Often he'd bring conversation around to girls, sex or porn and more than once I noticed he was getting aroused. Not that he was fully erect...just his cock would obviously thicken as we talked and when he thought I wasn't looking he would pull it a little. But I have to admit, I was always looking at it. It was big and kinda beautiful and I'd never really been around naked men before. I couldn't help it.
He'd watch me do yard work and even though I'd never had homosexual thoughts I didn't mind being the object of his attention. Being the focus of some one's sexual energy was invigorating and honestly, I enjoyed it. In fact, so much so I often went home and stroked one off as soon as I got the chance. Some times I thought about Jeff watching me as jerked off. Playing with his hard length as he watched me writhe.
We swam in the pool that afternoon. Splashing, listening to music and throwing a ball around. We'd play fight over possession and I'd feel Jeff push his naked body against mine. He could easily overpower me and I liked that feeling. I held the ball underwater and turned away from him so he'd grip me from behind. He pushed himself against me and reached both of his thick arms around my naked body as he tried to grab the ball. I felt his cock get harder and him rubbing it against me. Against my ass. So I pushed my body back in to it. I got hard too and we ground our bodies together. Eventually his hand slipped down over my cock and he masturbated me a little under the water. An awkward silence passed as we both caught our breath and I broke away.
It was Jeff who broke the quiet first. "You know this one? Sea Within A Sea?" He said regarding the song that was playing by a British band called The Horrors.
"Yeah, I love this. Its like two or three songs in one." I said as I walked through the water to the other side of the pool. I was relieved to have changed the subject after what just happened.
He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. "Cool, what else do you like about it" He smiled.
"OK...I guess I like how long it is. It goes on and on...but not in a bad way. Hypnotic, I guess." I shrugged. Jeff encouraged me to express ideas to explain why I did or didn't like something. Always asking what I thought about things and if I didn't know yet...well, that was OK too. Just as long as I was being myself...something I felt difficult around people.
"Did you listen to their early stuff?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah, I didn't like it as much. Seemed kinda rough....a bit like punk. Not my thing."
"Right, they were more of a garage band early on. It wasn't for me either. I got to see them in about 2017, that was really cool. Next time they're in town you should come."
"What?"
