This one's for my twin sister, Chelle. My muse.
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From the first second I saw him I knew I wanted him. He had a phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear, eating from a bowl of cereal as he walked around the pool in his backyard. The baggie board-shorts he wore would dip a little with each step revealing the paler skin of his ass and top of his crack. I kept half an eye on him from the concealment of my sunglasses while I worked.
The kid had a nice body and an absolutely perfect ass. The teasing little glimpses offered by his loose shorts were driving me wild. Making me daydream about how it would feel to fuck him. I wondered if he was even old enough, I mean legally. He had the build of a man: strong shoulders, well-developed chest, eight-pack abs, big muscular arms and that high-sitting ass. But he was smooth, no hair except the crazy loose, dark curls on his head. Enough hair there to take a fistful and hold onto him while I fucked the shit out of him. Not so smooth, there was hair on his legs, dark against his tanned skin; the bit of thick calves I could see not covered by the hibiscus patterned bathing suit.
"Hey, Justin, watch where you're pointing that thing!" Juan's voice brought me out of my stupor. The nail gun was in my hand pointed in his general direction.
"Sorry, dude. Guess I zoned out for a minute." Juan just smiled and shook his head. We both knew the gun wouldn't shoot the staples unless it was pressed against something. He continued to smooth the tarpaper flat in front of me as we worked our way to the end. When it was tacked down we moved on to laying out the next roll along the line of chalk we'd marked earlier. I tried not to watch the kid next door but couldn't help glancing over.
He'd finished the cereal but was still on the phone, holding it up to his ear so I could see the dark hair curling in his pits. He talked and laughed, circled the pool on his broad bare feet. My cock kept stirring in my jeans and I'd have to stop looking, felt like some kind of perverted peeping-tom.
"Come on, Justin. Let's break for lunch." I was happy to follow Juan off the roof, suddenly starving. We made our way out to the trucks and grabbed our lunches. I pulled out a Gatorade and chugged it while Juan pulled down the tailgate on his truck and sat. It was actually warm enough and clear enough to work without a shirt and the sweat was pouring off me. Northern California in late spring, you never know what it'll be like outside from day to day.
The old guy that owned the house came out with iced tea in a big pitcher and a couple glasses. It was nice, but the guy was being a pain in the ass. He obviously would rather be doing the work himself but was too old. The house was beautiful and he kept it so well maintained it was in excellent shape. If a tree branch hadn't fallen through the roof we would never have been called. A few of the trusses had been damaged so we'd replaced them and laid new sheathing the day before, after removing the previous layer of shingles. Juan, my boss, had talked the guy into getting wind-resistant asphalt shingles over the whole thing. Easy to do after the old dude complained about getting up there to replace shingles after big storms.
"Thanks, Mr. Riley," Juan said as the old guy approached, "but you don't have to do that."
"Nonsense, you boys are working so hard up there and it's so hot I thought you might appreciate some of my wife's sweet tea." He handed us each a glass and poured the dark tea with cut lemon slices in it. I sipped mine and raised my eyebrows at Juan. The shit should have been called sugar with tea flavoring. Juan just winked at me and took another drink of his own.
"Thanks, Mr. Riley. You'll have to tell your wife this is excellent. Sure feels good going down." Yeah, I thought, and the sugar rush is gonna give me a headache.
"I can't drink it anymore," the old guy said and patted his big belly. "Diabetes, you know?"
Juan just nodded like he knew all about it and started talking about the roof. I unpacked my lunch from the cooler I'd brought, sat beside Juan, and zoned out while they talked and I ate. I wondered what the kid from next door was doing. I stared at his house and figured the old Jeep Wrangler was his. There were lacrosse sticks poking up in the back.
"... just got back from his first year of college." The old guy was pointing at the kid's house and I refocused my attention on what they were saying. "He works at night at some restaurant but Joey and Beth, his parents, they said not to worry. He can sleep through anything." Juan was nodding sagely as he bit into his sandwich.
College? He was definitely old enough. Not that I was some kind of molester, I was only barely twenty-four. But it was hard to tell these days. At least now I could watch him without a guilty conscience.
A half hour later we were back up on the roof and I was feeling much better. I used my t-shirt to wipe over my crew cut head and brush the salt rings off the skin under my arms and around my neck. I was already pretty tanned and didn't have to worry about sunscreen. I looked over the roof for the kid. He'd obviously been in the water but now he was laid out in a lounge chair, water dripping from his hair and skin. He'd pushed his sunglasses up on his head to keep all that wild hair out of his face. Now I could see his face I realized he wasn't so young and was way hotter than I'd assumed.
It wasn't long as we worked that I started sweating again. It collected and ran down the hair at the center of my chest and down along the trail of thicker hair over my stomach. I kept all of it trimmed short but refused to shave, too much maintenance. Besides I'd been hairy since the ninth grade, plenty of time to get used to it. And, it accentuated my muscles. I had a good body from working and hitting the gym, mostly because of work. Had to look tough, act tough around a bunch of construction workers, especially on big job sites. Even the few women acted the part.
The kid eventually got up and went inside. I didn't see him again before we finished for the day. We cleaned up and put everything away for the next day. So long as it didn't rain over night we could lay the shingles. I grabbed my cooler out of Juan's truck and went to my own. I looked over at the kid's house and was surprised to find him leaning against his Jeep.
