His wife and two children had been gone for nearly a week; it was their annual summer trip to visit her mother in North Carolina. They would be gone another two weeks and he had no idea what to do with his time outside of work.
Today was a bit different for him. It was Saturday and he had some honey-do's to take care of out in the yard. His normal helper Mark was coming over in an hour or so. Mark was a neighborhood kid he'd been hiring for the past few years to help mow, weed, whatever needed doing.
Mark had been on a vacation of his own after graduating, so this was the first time he'd been available this summer. Of course that meant that a lot of things that he'd been letting slide would now need to get taken care of.
Rob started to get dressed for yard work, putting on a ratty old t-shirt and shorts. He stopped to look at himself in the mirror. He was 43 now and his body wasn't what it used to be but he could still see the muscles under the little extra weight he had gained over the past few years. Resolving to head to the gym more, he headed outside.
He went to get the work gloves and his gardening tools and found where he wanted to start working next to the porch. It was a hot summer day and the sun was already high in the sky. 'Should've started earlier in the day' he though to himself.
He got to work, pulling weeks, noting to himself this was just the workout he needed as he felt the strain in his arms, legs, and back. He was so consumed with his weeding that he didn't hear the gate open behind him.
"Hey Mr. Peterson!" Mark called out.
Startled, Rob turned around. "Hey..." he paused, taking the boy in. "Mark? You look different from the last time I saw you."
Mark chuckled, "I know, I finally found my way to the gym. Couldn't let guys like you have all the luck with the girls!"
Rob laughed. " Gotcha, well...lookin' good then." Admittedly, it had been nearly a year since he'd really seen the boy. He remembered running into him this winter, but he'd had some hoody on at the time. Not a good outfit for noticing changes like this. Mark had always been a tall, skinny kid. He was naturally cut, but always mostly skinny. The boy...man who was standing across the yard was 6'3 of pretty solid muscle, looking like a cross between a swimmer and a gymnast. The tank he was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination. It was one of those workout tanks with no sides. He couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. "Feel like doing some work today? The yard needs a mow first; I'll be here pulling weeds. Once you're done mowing and trimming there's definitely more if you have the time."
"No problem Mr. P. I'll get right on it." With that he turned and went into the garage to hunt down the lawn mower.
Rob tried to get back to work, but he couldn't get Mark out of his head. Rob was feeling an itch he hadn't felt in a long time. One that he thought he was done with long ago. He felt his cock twitch in his pants as he saw the boy again in his head. This made him angry, and trying to distract himself he threw himself back into the gardening.
It was working for him for a while, he got all the weeds around the porch and set out down the side of the lawn, weeding out his wife's rose garden. Then he heard the gate open again. Mark was back, having finished mowing and trimming out front. He was pushing the mower and carrying the weed whacker over his shoulder. The tank was clinging to him all over, his nipples hard under the fabric. The boy's muscles were straining and pulsing as he walked with the heavy load. Rob realized he was staring..."Need any help?" He asked, trying to put on an expression of concern.
Mark flashed a devastating, cocky smile and said: " Nah, this is easy Mr. P." Rob smiled and forced himself to look away. Even trying to get back to work, the image of Mark's taut, straining body was seared into his mind. He realized that his cock had come to full mast without him really noticing. Rob turned beet red. He was suddenly very glad Mark hadn't needed any help.
He found himself just staring at the weed he was supposed to be pulling. He jerked back to work, taking a few deep breaths to try to calm himself down. He was shocked. It had been so long! He hadn't had an urge like this since his college days. He had thought he was long over this...thing. It had been so long since they made themselves so obviously felt.
He had to get away for a minute. "I'm gonna run inside Mark, back in a minute." He called out.
They boy couldn't hear him over the sound of the motor but he saw the motion and let the clutch bar go. "What was that Mr. P.?"
"Sorry. I'm just gonna run inside for a minute." He couldn't help is his eyes drifted down Mark's torso to the bulge in his shorts. "Do you need anything from inside?"
A small grin played out quickly on the boy's face and Rob was sure he had noticed him eyeing him. "I'm good Mr. P. I mean if you wanted to I could always use a beer."
The boys breathing was making his abs coil and uncoil under his skin. Rob looked away, blushing again. He knew there was no way to stop it. All he could think to say was, "Sure, no problem." He knew that was the wrong answer, but all he could see in his head as he walked away was the sweat glistening off Mark's tan skin and he couldn't stop himself from wanting to lick the large, pert nipples Mark had. He couldn't stop himself from looking back as he walked away. He watched as the muscles in Marks back and arms leapt into action to restart the mower.
He finally found himself back in the house. He went and got a beer to calm his nerves. He went to the living room and crashed down on the sofa, taking a few swigs of his beer.
It wasn't helping him much, so he got up and paced. But every time he walked to one end of the room he could see out into the backyard. He couldn't stop himself from looking longingly at Mark out in the yard, still mowing. He began to feel a bit better as he finished his beer. He took some more deep breaths and found the resolve that had helped him through so many years. 'Get it together, he's just the neighbor kid.' He thought. He was trying to rationalize it all away now, working through his steps to self-control. He went back to the kitchen, threw the empty bottle into the recycle bin and grabbed a couple more from the fridge.
Mark wasn't drinking age, but couldn't figure out a way to get out of having said yes already. He walked outside again and sat down at the patio table. He waved for Mark to come over. He let the mower come to a stop and ambled over. Rob set the beer out for him as well as the bottle opener.
"Hey thanks Mr. P. I figured you'd change your mind. My dad won't even let me look twice at a beer." He said.
"No worries Mark, just don't let him know. I figure you're 18 now and almost ready for college. One beer isn't going to kill you." He said with a smile. Mark smiled back.
Mark was still standing. "Sit down Mark, tell me how your year went. I haven't seen you since last summer."
"Yeah, senior year was awesome. I'm sure you already noticed the big change I made over the year." Waving his hand to indicate his body. "I was just sick of being the skinny guy. I wanted to start getting the hotties." He winked. "Let me tell you, I've had a lot more doors open for me looking like this now."
"Haha! I know I used to look a little bit like that myself! But time catches up with us all. Maybe you'll do better Mark! Stick with it. Shit, I'm starting to sound like my father. Sorry Mark."
"That's OK Mr. P. I'm used to it. But otherwise it was just a great year, and I'll be heading off to State in the fall. Probably end up doing something boring like accounting."
"Well if I can give some advice, just make sure that you do something you find interesting, otherwise you'll get sick of your career really quick." Rob replied.
Mark laughed, "You old guys are so serious, I just want to make a little money!"
"Hey now, I'm not that old. You'll be here sooner that you think." He took a sip of his beer. Mark just shrugged this off.
They finished their beers and got back to work. They finished with the lawn, the weeds, fixed the gate in the fence, and pruned the trees. By then it was late afternoon. Rob called over to Mark "I think we can be done for the day Mark. Did you want another beer before you go?"
"I'm not gonna say no right? I'll just put all this away quick."
They proceeded to put everything back where it belonged in the garage and the shed. Rob proceeded inside to the kitchen. He was glad the day was finally over and the temptations he was feeling for Mark would be able to be put away. He hated himself for having so much desire for the beautiful 18 year old. He took a couple more deep calming breaths, grabbed the beers from the fridge and went back outside. Mark had decided to move one of the chairs out in to the sun and was laid back with his arms up, fingers laced behind his head. When Rob brought the beer over it seemed he stepped closer than he had intended. Mark's elbow touched his leg as he reached to grab the beer. A shock of electricity ran through him. He stepped away quickly, he hoped before Mark noticed his odd behavior. But when he sat down in his chair he thought he saw that cocky grin flicker across the boy's face.
