This one starts a bit slow, but stick with it!
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I had just moved into a new neighborhood after divorcing my wife of 15 years. It was a nice area, very large backyards that were mostly surrounded by tall fences. The house I moved into had a very nice backyard with a pool, pool cabana and an 8 foot fence, and it was in the rounded end of the cul de sac so it was very, very private back there. I'm now 38, still pretty good looking and in decent shape. If you haven't read my stories before, I have an eight inch cock that is thick and curves downward like a banana. I love sex with both women and men and always have. I go through phases of only fucking guys and phases of only fucking women, and then sometimes, I just fuck whatever comes along. Generally, I practice safe sex as we all should. However, if I know a lot about the other person, then I often forgo the condom or the 'pullout'.
Anyway, the furniture was being delivered and the place was a madhouse. I noticed that my neighbor to the left seemed to be in her late forties, nice looking and smiled every time I looked her way. She was working in her flower beds, a BMW in the driveway and a kids bike on the porch. The neighbor on the right had not shown themselves, though there was a nice TransAm parked on the street with a local university parking sticker and several window decals of the same school.
I was showing the movers where to put a few things when the doorbell rang. There was a young man standing there in the open doorway, probably 19 or so, he was in nice, stylish shorts that looked to be a size too small, a t-shirt that was too big and flipflops. He had reddish blonde hair, was about six foot tall and about 160 pounds, he had a slight tan, which for early May was pretty good.
"Can I help you," I asked.
He smiled, "Yes sir, I'm Allen, and I live right over there," he said pointing to the house with the Trans Am. "And I wanted to offer my lawn and pool services to you," he added.
I smiled back, walked over and shook his hand as he continued his introduction. I replied, "I'm Jason, and it is nice to meet you Allen. To be honest, I haven't even given those things much thought yet."
"I used to take care of everything here for the Williams before they moved," he said.
"Okay, so how much will this set me back, monthly I assume?"
He grinned, "Yes sir, monthly, unless of course you prefer I come over weekly. If monthly it is just $200, weekly I'd probably have to ask at least $75." He then smiled again and said, "of course I'm open to negotiations."
"Come on in and have a Coke, let's get out of the way of the movers." I said.
He followed me to the kitchen and sat at the bar as I got us two Cokes. Handing him one he smiled and thanked me.
The way he was sitting, I could tell that he wasn't wearing any underwear, as I could see the outline of his cockhead pressed against the thin material of the shorts. Naturally, having been without pussy for several months and without a cute ass even longer, I stiffened a little in my own shorts.
He told me he was a freshman at the local university, he was 19 and had lived here all of his life. I told him of my situation and then asked if he had a girlfriend. He nodded, told me had been with the same girl for years. He blushed a little as he talked about her, not sure why.
The movers needed something, so I excused myself and told him to go to the backyard and let me know what he would charge to get the yard and the pool ready by the weekend.
After a few minutes, I walked outside, "well, what do you think?"
"The yard doesn't need much, but the pool probably needs a scrubbing on the bottom and sides and the chemicals updated. If you have the stuff I'll just use yours, if not I can pick it up and just invoice you for the actual costs," he said, adding, "probably $150 to get the yard mowed and the pool deep cleaned."
I looked at the pool, looked at him and said, "Tell you what, get the chemicals you need for a couple of months, everything you need to get the pool ready and I'll give you $200 plus 10% over the cost of the materials, when can you start?"
His eyes got wide and he smiled, "Wow! I can start tomorrow, pick up everything we need today."
We shook hands, agreed to the deal, then he left. As he jogged back to his house, I couldn't help but watch his bouncing butt in those tight shorts.
The next morning, I woke up early and was surprised as I looked out into the back yard from my upstairs window, there was Allen, in a very small light green speedo swimsuit and goggles, about to get into the pool.
I walked out into the backyard in my boxers and a t-shirt, and said, "Good morning!" He jumped, as it was obvious I had startled him!
"OH Wow! I had no idea you were here! I thought you weren't moved in all the way, and I just wanted to get a jump on this before it got hot, and..."
I stopped him and said, "It's okay, really, no problem. Go ahead and get started, I'm going to make some breakfast. Are you hungry?"
"No, I had a donut before coming over," he replied, smiling.
"Nonsense, that isn't breakfast. Bacon and eggs coming up," I said, turning and walking back inside.
I watched him walking in the shallow end, the speedo was easily a size too small. He had a decent bulge in the front and from the back his butt cheeks were barely contained in the stretched suit.
I cooked a quick breakfast, staring out the window when I could, watching him work in that tight suit. My own cock was beyond half staff and threatened to poke through the boxer opening. I adjusted myself and then stepped into the back porch, calling to Allen to come in.
He climbed out of the pool, grabbed a towel and dried himself off, though the suit wasn't wet yet, I was disappointed to see him wrap the towel around his waist before coming in.
"Wow," he said, "you really didn't have to make me breakfast, looks great though."
"My pleasure, besides you look like you need a meal!" I laughed.
