Because the boy pushing the large cement-laden wheelbarrow was exceptionally attractive I'd been delightfully spending every day sitting in the sun. He'd nodded and smiled the first time we made eye contact; assuring me I'd be spending my Summer Break in the garden.
Although he was very good looking, his magnificently sculpted and tanned body, glistening with perspiration, had especially captured my attention. Camouflage, cargo shorts, high, loose-laced construction boots and messy-styled, dark-blonde hair was responsible for the excitement I felt in my in my shorts. I guessed he was about eighteen-years-old, as was I, but that was where the similarities ended.
Our next-door neighbor was having a room built on the back of his house. A low hedge separated our back garden; thus, I had a perfect view of the construction site and, of course, the gorgeous, messy-haired hunk. I knew I'd be sunning all day, every day, until the room had been completed.
Eventually, the wheelbarrow-pushing Adonis and I were nodding and smiling regularly as he continually wheeled his barrow. While drinking lemonade and watching him, I'd contentedly slip into my exciting fantasy. Tightly held in his powerful arms, he continuously slapped my ass until I agreed to let him fuck my face. Then, his bulbous knob deep in my throat, he blasted an enormous load of thick cum into my guts; and the rattling sounds of his empty barrow returned me to reality.
It was abnormally hot the day I glanced over the hedge and caught him looking at me. And knowing he took a break from ten till ten-thirty every morning, I directed his attention to my glass of cold lemonade and motioned him to come over. "Hi," I greeted him, smiling, as he jumped over the hedge. I hoped he was aware of how happy I was to finally be meeting him, "I thought you could use a cold lemonade," I said, smiling widely enough to display my teeth.
"Oh, yeah," he replied, smiling widely and lifting his arm to sniff his pit. "I hope I don't stink too much," he said, totally unaware of the turmoil he was causing within me. Perhaps he'd like me to sniff him for a second opinion, I thought. "My name's Griff Stahl," he told me, extending a vice-grip to scrunch my hand, "Lemonade'd go down real good, right now."
"I'm Dean Hickson," I said, exercising my fingers in an attempt to get the blood circulating again, "Why don't you take a load off your feet, Griff; I'll go get another glass." I went into the house and spent a long moment stroking my erection while staring at him through the window. I would've loved to run my fingers through his thick, messy hair.
"There you go," I said, handing the drink to him.
"Oh, man! Thanks," he said gratefully, before drinking it non-stop.
"You really needed it, huh?" I said, lifting the jug to give him a refill.
"Gee, I hate to drink all your lemonade," he said, drinking it again non-stop, "Ahhh, that was awesome," He used the back of his hand to wipe perspiration from his dark, blue eyes.
"Ya can drink it all, Griff, I can easily make more."
"I'm cool now, I couldn't drink any more anyway...I'd be pissing all afternoon," he said, laughing heartily. I visualized him opening his fly and fishing out his cock; and when, in my visualization, he began pissing I felt moisture in my foreskin.
"Do you bring a lunch, Griff?"
"Yep," he replied.
"You'd be very welcome to bring it over here. We could eat together and dis everybody" I invited, praying he'd agree.
"Cool...you're sure I won't be drag, huh?"
"Whenever your ready just jump over the hurdle."
"Awesome," he said, enthusiastically, "I'd better get back to my wheelbarrow workouts," he said, laughing, "See ya later."
I was on cloud nine. I drank my lemonade while torturing myself watching his wheelbarrow triceps dancing whimsically. Passing with his empty wheelbarrow, he smiled, widely and saluted with the wave of a construction hard hat. I'd never seen him wearing the hat and assumed his boss had laid down the law.
Griff didn't jump over the hedge at lunchtime, but came up the driveway to enter through the trellis my dad had thought was plenty high enough. I learned that was not the case, though, when Griff had, had to tilt his head. He looked cute carrying his Batman & Robin lunchbox. "I hope your lunch is fresher than your lunch box," I remarked, and he joined me in laughter. "My mom got this for me at a flea market."
"Have you been working for the construction company long, Griff?"
"Only during summer break," He explained, I'm still attending university so every summer I work for my father."
"Oh," I said, "It's your dad's company. Did he finally tell you to wear the hat?"
"Yeah," he said, disgustedly, I hate it."
"Don't you like the macho look? I think you look great in it," I kind of lied because I really fancied his messy hair look.
"Do you think it suits me?" Griff asked, wide eyed.
"Trust me, Griff, you look sexy as hell...I love it," I lied again, but with great enthusiasm.
"You want me to put it back on?" He asked, hopefully.
"Yeah, it turns me on big time," I dared to tell him, as I not too surreptitiously adjusted my jewels. I couldn't determine if my remark, or my signal had registered on him; he'd too quickly jumped up to run back to the truck for the hat. Forgetting to duck, he nearly took the trellis with him.
"Are you on summer break, Dean?"
